A/N: I do not own Percy Jackson. And yes, I do know that certain titans did not take sides yet I added their names to the titan gathering, but I want it to be an all out war between the Gods and the Titans, so let's just say those sitting on the fence decided to join the titans because they are sick of the Olympian's misrule. And I apologize for the long wait, because I've been very busy with college orientation, and I thank all the reviewers for their words of encouragement. So, enjoy.

Chapter 27

Camp half blood

Tears in her eyes, Clarisse deflected yet another blow of her shield, and spinning her sword around she impaled a hellhound through its stomach and it burst into flames. The tears were not for herself, but for her comrades, who all lay around her, broken and battered, in eternal slumber. She was one of the three still standing at the pass, and she had watched as one by one, her friends were cut down. An arrow whistled through the air, striking Adam in the stomach. He gripped the arrow in shock and pain, clutching at his hideous wound, as blood began to pool around it. Then, his vision failed, and he fell like a rag doll to join his comrades who were dead around him. This latest lost tore at Clarisse's heart, as she had been close to her brother, who was a mighty warrior and able swordsmen. Only she and a boy from the Apollo cabin remained.

She heard loud derisive laughter and she looked down the from the hill pass, where over fifty monsters readied to attack. There, holding the bow that killed Adam was her very own brother, James. James had an insane glint in his eyes, as he re-strung his bow and aimed the winged instrument of death at Clarisse.

Clarisse cracked. Seeing her brother slain by her other brother, she flung her shield aside and charged at James, her swords lethal tip aimed at James's treacherous heart. The monsters lurched forward, but not fast enough for Clarisse as she leapt up, and the dull sword, tapered with blood, shone as the sun's rays reflected off the blade. It plunged deep into flesh, and blood gushed from the severed artery. Pulling her sword from James's corpse, she turned to find herself surrounded by Hellhounds and traitor half bloods. They tightened the circle, and Clarisse began a death chant that her father had taught her. Then, there was a blinding flash of steel, and she knew no more.

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Over the skies of long island, day and night were both present. It was as if the sky had been cut into two, one cold and dark, and the other side bright and hot. Apollo and Artemis, now in their ancient Greek form of flowing tunics and gleaming bronze chariots, flew by Camp half blood. Apollo surveyed the scene with growing horror. The entire camp was strewn with corpses of half-bloods. The last defenders had formed a ring around the big house, and were surrounded by scores of monsters. The situation was hopeless.

Just as the twin Gods flew past the defenders, dark blue light and bright orange light melded, and a multi-colored beam of light was poured onto the monsters, vaporizing the hordes of Kronos. Defenders who had fighting for their lives a moment ago now stared wide-eyed at clouds of dust that were once living sentient beings. They looked up to see the glory of the sun and moon combined, floating just above the camp. Then, they collapse from loss of blood and exhaustion at the very spot that they had been defending.

Apollo raised his right arm, and instantly another beam of light, this team a healing wave, swept through the camp, healing wounds and rejuvenating bodies. Such was the power of the God of Healing. However, the beam could not recall the dead, and Camp Half Blood was filled with the wails of friends and sibling mourning for their loved ones.

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Epiphany

The currents around them churned violently as man and beast fought. Sparks flew, as celestial bronze met razor sharp claws. Briareos had the upper hand, literally, because he had a thousand hands that he could call forth at any given moment. Even with his newfound powers, Percy was battered and bashed, and a collection of gashes decorated his torso. The metallic scent of blood filled the water around him, and tiny specks of red contrasted with the deep blue of the depths.

"Give up and you will die a painless death, boy. You are no match for me. You, a mere mortal."

Percy ignored the Titan and lifted his sword once more, his muscles protesting from exertion. The image of Annabeth swam around again in the sea that was his consciousness, and he was once again filled with rage and a burning desire for revenge. The thought of revenge seemed to empower him, and he attacked again, this time with thrice the power that he had used from the previous strike. Briareos was taken unaware, and twenty of his arms were severed, and his chest was nicked by the razor-sharp blade, drawing blood. Ichor flowed from the wounds, permeating the water as well. Briareos snared and pressed the attack, driving Percy through the water with his multiple hands. Then, something snapped. Epiphany. For a moment there, the water around Percy shimmered blue-green, and Percy felt an explosion of power within himself, unlike any he had felt before. The recessive golden gene of immortalality had exerted itself, becoming the dominant one over his mortal allele.

Briareos stared, shock at the Metamorphosis that was taking place before his eyes. The sea green aura had extended to Percy's blade, and instead of shimmering bronze it gave of a dazzling blue-green hue. The blade flashed, striking through the many arms of the titan, plunging deep into the torso of the demon.

The Titan exploded into many pieces, each individual piece still alive and longing to be whole again. The current picked up, scattering the pieces in all directions, making re-unification almost impossible.

Percy let go of his sword, and the blue-green glow subsided and disappeared. He had done it. He had avenged her, and now he would make his way to the Underworld to rescue her soul, but before that he had to take care of Aigaios. He started swimming grimly to the battle still raging somewhere above him.

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Zeus roared in anger at the sight of a dead eagle on a mountain ridge. Prometheus. Missing, again. Every one of those cursed titans had broken free. Then, Zeus raised his fist, and a streak of lightning flashed in the sky everywhere in the world, a sign for the other Olympians to gather at Mount Olympia. This is indeed an all out war with the Titans. Even those that had sat on the fence or sided with them during the last war were missing. Prometheus, Phoebe, Oceanus, Epimetheus, Leto, and his own mother Rhea. This was bad news of great magnitude. There was a real chance that the Western Civilization might come to an end.

Even mortals had sensed something major was happening. It was four o'clock in the morning, yet the sky was ablaze with light and the Moon still hung in another portion of the sky, which was dark. The sea churned restlessly, and there was a violent thunderstorm in every part of the world, even in the sahara desert. Dogs howled for no apparent reason, and rabbits shivered in their cages. It was indeed very disturning,

So? How was it? Sorry again for the long wait! Hope you enjoyed it and please review!