Quest for the Thrid

xStarletx

A/N: Alright! Chapter 2. This is where it gets tricky. It's changed perspectives and its definitely not in order. But like I said in the first chapter, I will put the name of the person it's in and which chapter this is in that person's part. Does that make sense? Hopefully it does. Don't forget to review!

Chapter 2: I Sell My Soul for the One I Love

The dreams started after I failed my quest, before my cheek had even healed. I had failed so badly that quests were now forbidden at Camp Half Blood, and I was suddenly the bane of everyone's existence. Except for Annabeth, she still looked up to me, and Clarynada who was sending me multicolored flowers with gifts enclosed inside the blooms. I knew this treatment from the other campers would fade but it still wasn't fair, it's not like I planned this or wanted it to happen.

The dreams were almost always the same. I was standing on the edge of a black abyss staring down into the darkness below. From the depths I would hear a voice calling out to me, now I could only begin to describe this voice as sinister and I was so petrified I would force myself to wake up. But a lot of the times the things this voice said to me was true.

He knew how I felt about my father, how I was angered that he picked such a mediocre quest for me to go on, how angry I was he just turned his back on me that I failed. He sympathized with my loss of Thalia, I deserved to be angry, her father should have saved her. He even knew about my crush on Clarynda, a very powerful daughter of Demeter and how much I missed her. What scared me the most was how he would replicate the oracle's taunting prophecy.

You're quest has only just begun and to your anger you will cling

Forsake your friends, forsake their trust to raise a fallen king

You'll fight the shadows, you'll fight your fate to reclaim the daughter of spring

Only to kill your only love to help him destroy everything.

I was worried that it meant Clarynda, for who else could I ever find myself loving, but if she were to die I would have nothing left to live for. It didn't take me long to figure out that I was looking down into Tartarus and the voice was Kronos the titan king. He wanted me to help him escape, to take over Olympus to drag it down stone by stone and making all those pertinent Gods pay for all their transgressions. Sure that sounded great and yea I sortta wanted my dad to know how much I was angry at him but Kronos was talking about taking on Zeus. I was angry not insane. In Hindsight I probably shouldn't have said it to his face, he already knew my weakness.

The night after my full out rejection of Kronos' plan the dream changed. For once the voice didn't come to me, no, I dreamt of Clarynda.

I was standing above her, she was sleeping amongst the moss and I figured she was in her own personal magical garden, Eden. Her long green hair was fanned out around her face, I could even see the different types of flowers that bloomed in her hair whenever she was happy. She murmured my name in her sleep, and I felt my heart flip with joy. She dreamt of me. I could feel the warmth of my love wrap around the two of us as I watched her. It felt all so real that I didn't ever want to wake up, I just wanted to stay there in the orange glow of Eden for the rest of my life and in that second the atmosphere changed.

All of a sudden everything went dark and a particularly loud boom jolted her out of her sleep. She looked to her right, fear flashing across her face, I wondered what could hurt her in Eden, it was supposed to be peaceful. In a flash of lightening a figure was illuminated in the darkness. I couldn't make out his face, but I could see that he had black scruffy hair and piercing sea green eyes that seemed to pin her in place. In his hand was a shining Celestial bronze sword. Clarynda cried out and fled from him but he chased her down, hacking the plants and branches that got in his way or tried to prevent him.

I tried to rush to her assistance and found my feet glued to the floor, though I could see everything that was happening very clearly. I cried out for her, I tried to get his attention on me but neither could hear me. I could only hope she would manage to get away, and then she tripped and hurt her ankle. She struggled to get up, but she couldn't, and for some reason her trees weren't helping her.

"Please! Someone Anyone! Thalia? Luke? Demeter? Help me!" She cried, no one answered, no one came. I was thrashing now, screaming out for her, her attacker was standing above her now. She tried to crawl away but he brought his foot painfully down on her injured leg, pinning her to the spot and making her scream out in agony. She looked up to him tearfully, shaking slightly.

"You don't have to do this." She whispered to him. He said nothing, but brought his sword up above his head. Clarynda raised her hand to defend herself as he brought the sword down on her neck. The picture froze moments before the sword hit, the fear illuminated on her face. Kronos' voice returned to me at this point.

"You can save her Luke." He whispered. "If you align with me you could have her life for your own. Would you like that?"

I didn't have to think twice, I sold myself to Kronos that day, even though I felt the evil seeping off of him. I didn't care, I wanted to tear Olympus down stone by stone, I wanted my father groveling at my feet, begging for forgiveness. But most of all, I wanted Clarynda for myself, and if destroying all I knew was the way to ensure her safe from the sword wielding maniac than I would sell myself three times over. She had been promised to me, she would be mine, I didn't care how at this point, all I wanted was Clarynda.

If it doesn't make sense, message me and i'll try to explain it to you. Hope you guys like it xx

Luke - 6