And ta-da! My amazing readers (if there are any) here is the second chapter! Most of the dialogues belong to Rick Riordan...so do the characters...:(

Oh, and thanks to Lulu Caty for reviewing and favorite-ing(?) me! I really appreciate it :)

Well..um enjoy!

"Family, Luke. You promised."

I heard her whispering. It was faint, like it was coming from a far distance, but I could still hear it. And it gave me strength. I remembered. I remembered that promise eons ago when I vowed to keep my family safe. When I swore I would protect that little girl with grey eyes forever.

Seeing her weak and bloody made anger like I never knew coarse through my veins. Nothing, not even Kronos, was allowed to hurt her like that. I was going to keep the promise. I wasn't going to be like our other families always letting us down, always going back on their words. No, I would not. WIth a surge of strength I'd never known before, I swatted the spirit of Kronos away. I suppose this was what genie thought whenever he squeezed though that tiny lamp; it was like squeezing through a tiny space, forcing every one of my muscles and expanding as I squeezed through. I threw all of me against Kronos and finally, I did it.

It was like breaking onto the surface for the first time after spending years under deep, murky water. I gasped and stumbled. "Annabeth..."

'CASTELLAN!' Kronos roared inside my mind, still putting up a hell of a fight. We struggled over the control of MY body(How wierd that sounds...After all, it is MY body). Panting, I forced him down again, but just barely. There was a dull thobbing in my head that was steadily growing louder.

"My knife." I could see Annabeth trying to raise her dagger. I recognized that dagger, it was the one I gave to her so many years ago. It gave me a strange sensation in my heart to think that she had kept it all these years. But why-

Then it all made sense. The prophecy. The cursed blade.

It was cursed because of a broken promise. MY broken promise. Now Annabeth was hurt, her arm broken, her face bleeding and bruised, because I broke my promise.

But not anymore. I was ready. The blade wouldn't be cursed anymore. 'I will keep my promise. I promise I won't let anything hurt you. I'm not going to fail you like our families did us.'

"Percy, please.." I ignored the pang of jealousy in my heart.

Percy surged forward and scooped up the knife. I was vaguely aware of Backbiter spinning out of my hands, landing among the glowing coals. But I couldn't care that mattered was Annabeth. I had to check whether she was alright. I took a step toward her when Jackson put himself between me and her.

"Don't touch her," he growled. 'Move it, Jackson' I hissed in my thoughts. His bravery was admirable, and I could see it in his eyes that he really cared for Annabeth. Just as I did, Annabeth held about the same value as the western civilization, as the world itself. Which was...a lot.

But it wasn't time for his idiocy. Ii felt my anger growing at his stupid hero antics. As soon as I allowed myself to feel anger at Jackson, I realized my mistake: I allowed Kronos a momentum to possess my body again.

I scrambled to push him back, but it was too late. "Jackson..." Kronos growled, that voice like knife scraping stones masked under MY voice.

Burning. That was all I felt. It was as if my body was on fire, like molten lava pouring over-no pouring out from inside me. I felt like every cells of my body would combust; maybe this was what an overdose of ambrosia and nectar was like. I could hear Kronos smirking to himself, me, whatever.

'Good-bye Castellan. You've been a great help. Pity you won't live to see the new era you so desperately craved for.'

Curse him to the bottom of Tartarus.

With one final effort I managed to push Kronos to the side again. I gasped and desperately called out to Percy.

"He's changing. Help. He's...he's almost ready. He won't need my body anymore. Please-"

"NO" With a furious bellow that probably damaged my eardrums, he took charge again. He turned for Backbiter glowing hot in the hearth. Percy Jackson, that poor, brave, brave kid tried to stop him but he just ended up flying acroos the room and cracking his head on the base of some god's throne.

The hearth fire was unnaturally bloody red. Kronos grabbed the scythe but quickly dropped it. His hands-my hands- were ruined from the hot metal. His pain was all I needed. I threw myself once more and regained control. I spotted Hestia frowing at me-well, her father. I gave a silent thank-you prayer to her-one of the last prayers I would make, it seemed.

But the seering pain in my hands was passed onto me. I bit my lips. Everything was hot, gold and my hands hurt like crazy. My legs gave way and I collapsed, clutching my burnt hands.

"Please, Percy..."

I could see Percy struggling to get up. He moved towards me, his hands gripping the knife. His stance and the look in his eyes gave away everything to me. He was going to kill me.

Normally, I would have had a problem with someone trying to kill me. This time. I didn't. I was willing to sacrifice my life for everything, for Annabeth. I was going to die anyway and I knew this was what I needed to do. It had to end here, by my own hands. I moistend my cracked lips. It was getting hard for me to even speak. I barely managed to force out the words: "You can't...you can't do it yourself. He'll break my control. He'll defend himself. Only my hand. I know where. I can..can keep him controlled." I wasn't really sure about the whole "keep control" part. I had a hard time pressing him down and speaking at the same time. And my body was growing even hotter and I could smell cloth burning.

Percy raised his knife to strike. Then he looked at Annabeth as if he was uncertain about what he was about to do. I saw understanding pass through his eyes.

He wasn't the hero. I was. I was the one of the prophecy. His choice was the tipping point of the scale: destory or save.

"Please," I groaned. I could feel him, growing stronger, I could hear his laughter rumbling deep inside.

"No time." I squeezed out those two words when Percy thrust the knife at me.

His grimy bloody hands held out the leather gripped hilt of the dagger to me. His face was solemn and I could only guess at the thoughts running around his head. Somewhere, Grover yelled somethng, but I couldn't make it out. The whole room was silent and the only thing I was focused on was two pairs of eyes, one grey and the other sea green. Both trying to determine what I would do. The choice I would make.

I grasped the hilt of the dagger.

I saw fear and doubt flicker in those sea green eyes.

I undid the straps of my armor. Faces of people swam in my eyes. Silena, Beckendorf, Ethan...and countless others who lost their lives because of me. I took a deep breath. I was going to make sure their deaths weren't in vain. It was something I owed to them.

I exposed my Achilles's heel: a small spot under my left arm. A hero's sould, cursed blade shall reap. 'you are no hero, Castellan. You're nothing but a traitor.' Kronos whispered.

I showed some respect to titan lord by telling him to shut up.

I barely stabbed myself with the tip of the dagger when I screamed in pain. I couldn't think. I felt like something was violently ripped from me, tearing my breath away. It was like taking the dip in the Styx again-worse if possible. After a moment of blinding pain everything was still. I slowly opened my eyes and took a shaky breath against cool marble floors.

I think Luke started to sound a bit like Percy towards the end...I couldn't resist trying to put in some dry humor and a chance to tell Kronos to shut up.

If he's too OOC, my excuse is: hey, you're dying seeing the girl you love like another guy. It's enough to make anyone turn OOC...or not. go figure...

This one is actually pretty long(almost twice the length of the 1st chapter) and I'm pretty proud of it...This was originally a two-shot but I just decided to go ahead and extend it to three.

So! how was it? Good? Bad? Hilarious? Unacceptable? Plz leave a review! I'm sure Ethan will get you some mochis

(I went to Japan and saw this sort of famous mochi selling place and the place was named...*dramatc pause* Nakamura! so yeah...)