For those who are worried about the happy ending being in jeopardy, don't worry about it. I have a nice, (possibly sappy even) happy ending in store. If you didn't understand why Percy became evil, Kronos enchanted his and Annabeth's fatal flaws to be switched and intensified. This chapter also explains why Tyson could come back.

Athena had explained to us how Percy wouldn't be coming back in a long time. I was not happy. I mean, who wouldn't be if you were never to see a friend again?

The train had stopped at New York City. We took a taxi from there with the enchanted dollar bills (we only needed one) and took a ferry to Long Island. From there, we walked to Camp Half-Blood. Annabeth was still asleep, and Grover was carrying her under the cap.

Tyson greeted us with bright eyes. Percy was wondering how Tyson would be resurrected. Ha! I wanted to tell Percy that Tyson was a monster, for the gods' sakes! He would be reborn, because he was an archetype. He would also remember everything that happened beforehand. I'll never be able to tell him, I thought bitterly. All because of Hades' stupid necklace.

"Hi!" Tyson greeted us. "Where is Percy?"

"He is in the desert," I explained painfully. "Hades gave him a necklace that leeches powers from others, so he needs to draw away all the energy."

"Why not I-M him?" Tyson asked. Gee, I should have thought of that.

"You have any drachmas?" I asked him.

"Here," he handed me a golden drachma. We went into the Poseidon cabin and threw the drachma through the mist originating from the fountain in the corner.

"O goddess, accept our offering," I said. "Show me Percy Jackson."

I saw…nothing. The screen of mist was completely black. I waved my hand through the mist and the connection faded. I was worried now.

"Where do you think he is?" Grover asked anxiously.

"I don't know," A familiar voice said. I jumped and looked around.

"Ow," Annabeth said, taking off her cap and grimacing. "You didn't have to drop me."

"Annabeth! You're awake!" Grover cried.

"Well, duh." She said, frowning. "Why am I not in the Underworld? And where's Percy?"

Grover grimaced. "I'll do it," he volunteered. "You did die, but Percy got a prophecy from the Oracle deeming that he should bring you back from the Underworld."

She frowned again. "You came down…just to save me? What did Hades want as a price?"

"He wanted to throw one of us to Tartarus. We persuaded Percy to pick Tyson." Grover gestured to Tyson.

"But why is he - oh! Tyson is an archetype!" her eyes lit up. "That was brilliant!"

That was a lot, coming from her. "Tyson thought of it," I said. "I didn't tell Percy because I wanted to keep the readers in suspense."

She nodded knowingly. "Oh, yes. The readers. I heard they were devastated when I died."

"Probably," I said.

"All right," she said. "Where's Percy?"

"You do it." Grover pointed towards me.

"Percy is… gone." I pointed out grimly. "I don't know where he is. I Iris-messaged him and saw only darkness."

Before Annabeth could react, Chiron came rushing toward us, his face paler than I had ever seen it. He didn't even seem to register that Annabeth was awake. "It is Kronos' army," he said fearfully. It didn't even seem like him through the mask of fear.

"Kronos' army is approaching the camp," He said with a tremor in his voice. "They're almost here! We must ready for battle!"

"Great," I muttered to myself. "We get to be massacred by Kronos' army of monsters. Things just can't get any better."

"Come on!" Chiron gestured. We followed him to the Big House, where we outfitted ourselves with heavy Greek battle suits and weapons. I kept my spear, Annabeth picked up a sword, Tyson took a couple of javelins, and Grover acquired a shiny new set of…reed pipes.

Tyson also picked up a strange double-sided sword, which I eyed with interest. "It is called the двойной-планочный меч" he said when he noticed me eyeing it. "It is used by Cyclopes as a powerful weapon.

"Doesn't that get cumbersome?" I asked. Believe me, it did look pretty clumsy. A thick handle with two celestial bronze sword blades protruding from it? Didn't look very balanced to me. He pressed a button on the handle and the blades retracted. Convenient storage.

"Watch me," he said. He walked out of the Big House and immediately met Clarisse. "Practice fight?" he asked bluntly.

Clarisse grinned. "Sure, wheel-eye." That was a new name for Tyson, as it was the literal translation of Cyclops into English.

He opened the двойной-планочный меч and Clarisse looked at it uneasily. That weapon looked like it would hurt.

In three seconds flat, Clarisse was down and Tyson stood over her. "Ugh," she groaned. "That will serve you well in the battle."

I couldn't believe it. Clarisse was really serious about the battle; she didn't even try to get back at Tyson.

Travis Stoll came running toward us, looking terribly panicked. He was holding one of the binoculars from the camp store. "You can see them!" he gestured with his binoculars.

He led us to Half-Blood Hill. Without the binoculars, I could see a faint outline of an army. It was huge. Tens of thousands of monsters were about to attack the camp.

I handed the binoculars to Annabeth. "Check it out," I said. She picked up the binoculars, looked through them for a couple of seconds, and fainted dead away.

Something must have surprised her terribly. I assumed that she was shocked by the sheer size of the army, but something told me that wasn't it. I looked through the binoculars and saw a huge tide of monsters. Scythian dracaenae and hellhounds made up a large portion of them.

I also saw a bunch of distinguishable monsters. Dr. Thorn was close to the front lines, bristling. Agrius and Oreius stood near the back. Even Procrustes had found his way into the army.

That wasn't what shocked me most. As soon as I saw it, I knew why Annabeth had fainted. I almost did. A black-haired figure stood right in the front, waving a diamond clear sword. As soon as I recognized him, I felt a wave of anger.

Percy Jackson.

Hurrah! Another chapter gone! I shall renew my promise: I WILL HAVE A HAPPY ENDING!!! Don't worry about it! Remember, people, I want reviews. Lots and lots of reviews I appreciate greatly. Next chapter will be a Percy/Annabeth POV, probably.