Previously in chapter one: Luke, I mean Kronos stood a few feet in front of me sneering coldly, his white scar stretched tight. He slowly lifted up his and said, "Turn around."
I slowly turned around, my heart practically smashing a hole through my chest. I heard Luke talking but his cruel voice no longer registered. I felt Annabeths' warmth against me and I gazed down upon her sleeping face. I watched her chest rise and fall, and I felt my conscience scolding me. Um, Athena's daughter, right! Get with the program man! I knew the voice was right but I didn't care. I looked at her beautiful, innocent face and I felt a lump form in my throat. I was not going to let her be hurt…
"Aren't you listening? My army has obliterated your pitiful, ah, shall we say, group? A couple decent fighters are holding out, but not for long. I will be waiting Perseus Jackson."
What now? I thought. Suddenly the burden left my arms. Cold fury in grew in my heart and I slowly looked down, hardly daring to confirm my suspicions. I spun around quickly, swiftly uncapping Riptide in one fluid motion. Luke just stood there, making no move to defend himself as I glanced around and saw Annabeth lying on the ground behind him, still in a deep sleep. I yelled in frustration and Luke smirked slightly, watching my pain. Hopelessness engulfed me and a reckless rage filled me. I felt all the anger I had felt for Luke pour out of me.
"You stupid, lying sonofabitch! She loved you! Loved you! Loved you…
Tears were falling now. For Annabeth, for Camp Half-Blood, and all of my murdered friends. I refused to cry for myself. Self-pity clouds the mind. Oops, I had an Annabeth moment again. That has been happening more lately. I stood there, waiting for the axe to fall. I stared intently at him, hoping that he could feel the loathing radiating off me. A flash of blue caught my eye and I jumped. His eyes were blue and filled with agony. He slowly reached out his arm, as if he had forgotten how to use it. I uncertainly stretched out my arm, but Luke's suddenly snapped back to his side, like an annoying twitch. The hateful gold eyes returned and Kronos looked annoyed. He muttered softly to himself.
"So close, so close." Then, in his normal cold, gravelly voice he chuckled to himself.
"Such primitive insults, foolish boy."
I charged forwards, screaming all the way, but Kronos simply snapped his fingers, and I was stuck. He leisurely strolled over to me and slowly unsheathed his scythe, admiring it in the afternoon light. He raised it and I cringed in slow-mo, imagining the terrible pain that was sure to follow. To my surprise, he brought down the butt of his scythe on the top of my head and vicious pain enveloped my senses yet again before a comforting blackness surrounded me.