Chapter 4

Once again, all the talk in Camp was about the Assassins. "Those damn noobs", as Nathan called them. Even the most devout of Nathan's followers had their doubts this time as to whether Nathan could best this famed Assassin.

Annabeth had tried to do her research, but she had come up blank. There were only glimpses into the tales of their battles, the way in which they had triumphed over great evils in the past. No clues as to what their fighting styles were. No clue as to what their weaknesses were. No clue as to what their pasts were, or just who on Gaia's green earth they were. They may well have descended from a different planet and she would have been none the wiser.

Meanwhile, Percy just stood in his room, a look of pure shock on his face. This was something he had not even thought about in his wildest dreams. Sitting on his bed was an extremely familiar weapon.

A weapon he had once faced, and had felt it's power firsthand.

A weapon who's wielder he had defeated long ago.

Sitting on his bed, was a scythe.

And not just any scythe. It was the Scythe of Kronos.

The scythe of friggin Kronos, the Titan Lord.

And it had a note attached to it, telling him all this and informing him of who had gifted him this.

Chaos. His mind spun. Why would she give him this? He thought, flipping over the note, only to see words written upon it.

This was originally the scythe of my son Ouranos. It contains power that only higher beings like you can wield. Use it well.

Chaos.

P.S. Kick Nathan's ass for me, will you?

Percy literally cackled with glee at the last sentence, as his body form morphed, taking on his much more sadistic aspect. Percy could literally feel his sanity slipping. I will enjoy this, he thought, licking his lips at the thought of the 'battle' that was to come.

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Campers were sitting around in the arena, all placing bets on how long Nathan would last. To his extreme chagrin, no one had bet that he would win.

Not even his beloved girlfriend Annabeth. He was fuming. He would show them all just how wrong they were to underestimate him. He was the favoured son of Poseidon! Chosen by the gods for his prowess in battle! He was undefeatable!

He was snapped out of his thoughts when the incessant chatter of the campers died down. He looked up to see Kai standing there. The sadistic grin on his face sent shivers down his spine, and for the first time, Nathan truly felt fear. The malice oozing out of his form was so thick, Nathan could have cut it with a sword.

But Nathan's pride was far too strong. He squashed down his fear and sneered at Kai. "Finally arrived to get your ass whooped?"

Kai threw his head back and laughed. "Come, son of Poseidon. You wish to see our prowess in battle? Come forth, if you dare. I give you one final chance to back out of this now."

Nathan roared at the insult, however veiled, and charged, his sword held above his head for an overhead swing. Kai just smirked as he stood there, waiting, seemingly weaponless. At the last moment, the all too familiar scythe materialised in his hands, just in time to block the strike. The camper's eyes widened when the weapon appeared. Nathan backed away from the cold aura emanating from the fearsome weapon, stuttering. "Come on, Son of Poseidon. Is this all you have?" He sneered. Nathan once again charged like a fool. But Percy was just toying with him. He swung the scythe, and Nathan's sword was knocked out of his hands. He accidentally channeled just a sliver of the power of Ouranos, and sparks began to dance along the blade. "Powers are not allowed in this fight!" Nathan roared. Kai looked at him, his expression clearly asking Nathan if he had seriously just said that. When Nathan just shot him a confused look, he answered, seeing no other way out. "That is merely a sliver of the power of the blade itself that responded to my emotions and that is something I cannot control. I am a guardian of the Sea and have no control over lightning and the skies directly," he deadpanned. Nathan began yelling like an idiot. "Get a different weapon! I will not accept defeat in this unfair battle!" Kai raised his now empty hands, and Undercurrent appeared in them. "Come again, child of the Sea," he said. "This weapon once belonged to a half blood very much like these campers. No power whatsoever." Nathan stood up, but this time he was reasonably smart. He did not charge, and instead, they both circled the arena, trying to get a feel for each other's form and style of fighting. Upon an unseen signal, they both charged at each other, but as soon as their swords met, a cloud of dust rose from the arena floor as Nathan used his immortal speed to attack Kai.

When the dust cloud cleared, no one was surprised to see Nathan pinned to the floor under Kai's foot, weaponless and extremely weary. "Yield?" Kai asked in a bored voice. "Never!" Nathan yelled. In response Kai brought down the flat of his blade and smacked Nathan's temple, knocking him out. He dropped some ambrosia on the floor before announcing, "I win" and disappearing from the arena.

A/N: Sorry for the late update! I hope to publish the next chapter soon. See y'all soon!

- championrat