Don't hate me!

The battle raged around him. Screams teared through the air as souls were swept from the living; leaving behind unfinished dreams and loved ones. Percy was deep in battle with Kronos; he and his troops had been gone seven months spying on the enemy and finally engaging in battle. But the body Kronos had overtaken was one that struck Percy in the heart. Once he first layed eye's on the new Kronos he realized the things he should have noticed before; signs of the transformation. Like the black strands of hair that stood out among the other lighter color, the change in behavior and most of all the gold specks that littered the grey eye; Grey eyes he used to think held so much intelligence and love but now only held anger, hatred and a need for revenge.

Kronos was Percy's ex-girlfriend Annabeth Chase; the other savior of Olympus. Percy had come to the conclusion that when he had made the decision to hand Luke the dagger, allowing Luke to rid the immortal soul of Kronos free of Luke's body that immortal soul turned to gold dust that was there one minute and gone the next.

Chaos told Percy what he and Hecate found out. Before Luke had been discovered as a traitor he went to Hecate and made a very expensive purchase. The potion was made of Drakon tongue and an eye of the Nemean Lion along with many rare herbs. It was a very hard potion to make as it took the soul, any soul be it Mortal, Demi-god, God or even Titan, to be shattered into dust. But the fine golden powder allowed the 'being' to enter different bodies and souls and slowly take control.

Even after the prophecy, Kronos still managed to screw with Percy's life; his relationship with Annabeth was so Kronos could get to him, the betrayal of his father was just so Kronos could get to him. Once Poseidon faded that powder that was in his 'immortal' spirit left, completing the soul of Kronos in Annabeth making her like Luke, only Percy knew that unlike the fallen hero, Annabeth was unreachable.

CLASH! The screech of metal could be heard across the battle field including the heavy smell of death and decay. Percy hung on defense, still trying to make sense of everything he had learned over the last course of seven months. Kronos had the same style as Annabeth did when they would fight at camp, even before any problems of the prophecy came up. But this time, Percy was determined to win even though if you based the odds on their previous fights Annabeth always won.

Duck! Swing! Block! It went on like this for what seemed like a long time each beading heavily in sweat trying to give the final blow. Finally Kronos brought her knife up in a striking position, but Percy who was too indulged in his thoughts that he made the wrong block and was brought down with his back on the ground and her knife at his neck.

"Too bad Jackson, even after godhood you still haven't gotten any better." Her voice was old powerful and ancient but mesmerizing all the same. "This is too easy; one strike and I rid of you, and your child!" But Percy snorted; this was supposed to be Annabeth so wasn't Kronos supposed to be smart?

"Your wrong Kronos, I don't have a child."

"Not anymore you won't!" Percy's eyes widened as realization dawned on him fear racking his body. The wedding bond he shared with Thalia; If Kronos stabbed him in the stomach and killed him, he wouldn't kill Thalia but if she was pregnant she would kill the baby.

"Say your good-bye's ex-savior of Olympus!" Right when Kronos brought her knife in a sweeping motion towards Percy's stomach, he said three words to the stars, "Σας απαλλάσσει" ( A/N I release you)

There was a quick pain but only brief as Percy felt his soul turn to silver dust and carried back up to the universe as the heat of his body that was set as a bomb killed the enemies holding off a war that was un-preventable.

Thalia shot up in bed, a pain in her heart killing her with every breath. She dreamed she saw Percy die just to hold off a war as long as possible. But some part of her told her it wasn't just a dream and she felt like some part of her was missing. Slowly she pulled the cover off her bed and over her swelling abdomen; she was just over seven months pregnant and was able to feel the kicks.

As she folded the blanket back over neatly she leaned over and smelled her husband's pillow, his scent still as comforting as ever and she knew she was going to need as much of his courage as she could. Taking a deep breath, Thalia closed her eyes and brought her right hand up in front of her scrunched up face. Taking a few breaths she finally opened her eyes only to find tears rolling down her face; her wedding ring was gone meaning only one thing,

Percy Jackson, beloved husband and soon to be father, was dead.

Thalia: I-I... (sob, sob)

Me: Sh, i know it's okay honey it's okay!

Thalia: He's the only man i ever loved and he's GONE!

(Thalia cries on my shoulder and i pet her back awkwardly)

Me: At least you still have your Child!

Thalia: Your right!

(Sniffle)

(Thalia starts rubbing her own stomach)