There is only one word to describe this chapter: RADICAL. I don't think this has been done ever in the history of PJO fanfics. Behold, the next chapter. The end might be somewhat depressing, but I swear to you, this story WILL have a happy ending.

I swore. Luke just had to die when he was good again. Thalia wouldn't be too happy. At least I exhausted the necklace. I dug a deep hole in a sand dune and chucked the amulet in there, and covered it up. It wouldn't be bothering anyone anytime soon.

I was starting to get thirsty. The nourishment from the necklace was no more. I looked up at the sun, which was pretty hard, and yelled, "Hey! Lord Apollo!"

In a matter of seconds, Apollo's sun car was parked before me. "Athena told me that you'd call in roughly twelve thousand years. How did you exhaust the necklace?" He asked anxiously.

"I fought Luke," I said. "I used some sort of magic to bind him to a promise."

Apollo cursed under his breath. "Then Kronos is becoming even more powerful than I could have imagined."

"How?" I asked.

"I don't know," Apollo said, frowning. "If you fought him with magic-"

"I did," I said.

"-Then you probably exhausted only a little of the power in the necklace." Apollo said.

"I don't know," I said. "He seemed to be enchanted to mimic me, so we didn't stop fighting until I stopped."

"Still," Apollo looked troubled. "It only could have consumed so much energy. Binding him to a promise took the rest of the energy, it means that his power has been reinforced by Kronos."

"Okay," I said, not particularly wanting to worry about this. "Can you take me back to my friends?"

"Sure," he said. "We need to go slow, and keep a low profile. It's nighttime." He was right. The stars glittered above us.

"All right," I yawned. "Maybe I can take a nap."

"Be my guest," Apollo said. "It's going to take a while to get back to America. We're in the Sahara."

So that's where we were. I climbed into Apollo's Maserati and almost immediately fell asleep. Apollo was driving really, really slow.

Kronos was giggling. Again. Now he was talking to himself: "Now I can put my plan of total evilness into effect! Mwahahahaha!"

He spoke again, in a much more guttural voice. "Позвольте их фатальным недостаткам быть переключенными, и усилен. Свалите их!!" he said. I would have understood him, but I no longer had the necklace. He began to giggle some more. My perspective faded out.

I woke up feeling way different. For one, I felt proud. I felt like I could do anything, like I could defeat Kronos single-handedly, like I could rebuild the world. Apollo was driving with a bored expression on his face. "Where are we?" I asked.

"Almost all the way across the Atlantic," he said with a yawn. "You can go to sleep again, kid. It's going to be a while."

I couldn't sleep. Something was disturbing me. I looked up and saw pitch-black clouds. Apollo didn't seem to notice. Something ominous hung around these clouds, something I couldn't quite place.

What it was became apparent immediately. A fine beam of lightning struck the spot next to me head-on. I went flying out of the vehicle and into the sea. Apollo didn't notice until I was halfway down. He didn't fly down to save me.

Zeus was trying to kill me! At least I would be falling into the water. I fell into the water with a splash. I came downward normally, but my breathing started to become difficult. An outline in the water, not clearly distinguishable, was waving a trident. My dad!

I was going to call for him, but he rippled and disappeared. A point of total realization gored me like a sword. I couldn't breathe. I was underwater, and I couldn't breathe. My dad was trying to kill me.

I desperately swam toward the surface, gasping. I made it, barely. I instantly drew breath from the salty sea air, which gave me some time to think. First Zeus tries to kill me, and then my dad! The gods have turned against me! I knew why instantly. I was the prophecy kid, and they had finally decided to destroy me.

I had no doubt in my mind. Kronos was right! The gods are treacherous fools! The gods had turned against me. There was only one thing to do. I began to take the painstaking journey back to the U.S. It was made difficult by the fact that the ocean seemed to want to kill me. I repeatedly went under and nearly drowned.

Nothing seemed out of place. The gods had betrayed me. The only possible course of action was to join Kronos. He was right all along. The thought spurred me forward, and I swam harder. I finally came to the beach, greeted by some surprised tourists.

"Dude!" one of them said. "This guy just walked out of the water!"

I waved them off with a pained expression. They stepped aside, and almost looked afraid.

I was about to ask why, but it became obvious at once. A glowing nonsolid-looking shadow stood before me, unobscured by the Mist. I had never seen him, but I knew who he was. Kronos.

"You see now," he hissed. "The gods have betrayed you. Join me, and I shall give you unlimited power."

Images flashed through my head. I was a leader in the new world. Kronos ruled all and had made everything better. There was no poverty. No hunger. No summer reading homework.

"So," he said, smiling slightly. "Will you join me?"

I said something that I'd regret for the rest of my life, something that I should have considered my friends for.

"Yes."

"Repeat after me," Kronos said, almost grinning. "Я, Персеус Джаксон, присоединяюсь к Вам, LordТ Кроносу, в свержении богов. Не может моя лояльность никогда дрогнуть."

I repeated the words without a trace of discomfort. Kronos was my new master. The gods would be overthrown, and all would be better.

Kronos laughed evilly, and I joined him.

Mwahahahaha! Radical! Radical! I told you it'd be radical! Now, don't get depressed when you read this; I will keep my promise about the happy ending. Trust me. But this is as radical as it gets…