Wow guys, thanks for reading my last chapter! This is Demento56 again, with another chapter. I'm pleased to see I have a few hits, and I just want to thank everyone out there for reading my story. Alright, now, on to the story!
Percy Jackson, Guardian of Tartarus Chapter 3
Percy POV
So, it took us actually 5 days to figure out the guards' patrol route, because they changed the route every 3rd day, but it didn't take the Athena cabin 2 route changes to find the pattern. So, yeah, they're just that smart. Also, in case you're wondering, the supplies we nicked really helped us out, because some of Kronos' troops were going to bed hungry now, while our campers had dinner in their stomachs every night. So anyway, two nights after the raid, I started thinking (A.N.insert canned gasps here), if I could control water, then isn't blood mostly water? What if I could manipulate Kronos' own troops? I tried as soon as I could, on one of his demigods. It worked perfectly. He was in the middle of a patrol, with a couple monsters. My ability was so good; I even kept his mouth shut so he couldn't warn them. Of course, I was helped by the fact he had his weapon out already, so the monsters didn't notice a thing. One of the Apollo campers picked him off after I was done, so there was no evidence besides his body.
Annabeth POV
Alright, I'll admit it-Percy had a good idea for once, and it actually worked. He had perfect control over the demigod, and managed to weaken Kronos' forces without injuring any of ours. There was one drawback though- every time he did, he collapsed. Apparently, manipulating blood takes a lot more energy than manipulating water, so he can't use that technique too often. Of course, every time he does it, it seems to take less energy, so maybe it gets easier with practice, like almost anything else. The Athena cabin was working overtime planning strategies and all that. Even when Chiron arrived with reinforcements, centaurs like last time, we worked harder trying to make the best possible use out of the new troops. What made our job even harder was the fact that every 3 days, we had to re-figure out the patrol routes for Kronos' perimeter so we could keep staging raids to keep ourselves going. We almost never had a moment's rest, and worse, there were almost regular battles between us and the Titan's forces. Naturally, we had to participate in these fights, or there could be consequences much worse than a few bumps or scrapes. The Apollo cabin was also working hard, because they had the best archers besides the Hunters, and they were the best healers. Every time the raiders came back with gauze or nectar or ambrosia, they would run in and snatch most of it because there were always at least two seriously injured and a dozen more with minor injuries.
Percy POV
Okay, I'm glad Annabeth told that last part, because there was of lot of complicated stuff there, and I really didn't get it. All I really did was fight and whatever Annabeth told me to do or what I personally wanted to do. Of course, with so much fighting going on, what I really wanted-and didn't get, was sleep. Beautiful, glorious sleep! To lose consciousness and simply rest, that was what I wanted most during the first weeks of the war. After that, I got used to the tiredness, but it never went away. One of my limited godly powers was to create a light-proof barrier so nobody outside can see me, and so is safe from me practicing my godly form. As far as I could tell, it was just an enhanced, much more powerful version of my normal body. I felt, that as long as I was like this, Kronos didn't stand a chance. Of course, neither of us could use this form because he wasn't strong enough in Luke's body, and I was afraid of burning my own warriors. Luckily for me, all my arms and armour grew with me, because if they didn't, I wouldn't be able to fight. Unless my powers increased by a power of 10, or you could kill a monster with 3 foot fists. I don't know about other gods, but I am definitely not good enough with my hands to kill anything with two hands, let alone two fingers.
Kronos POV
From the surges of power I felt across the battlefield, I gathered that Jackson was practicing his true form. Luckily for me, he was too afraid to utilize that form for fear of his "friends'" lives. Ha! The weakling doesn't know that in battle, you have no friends, only pawns! How pathetic. He wouldn't destroy my entire army if it cost one of his friends' lives. He can hardly bring himself to kill my demigods, let alone destroy those that stand his way to power! If only my idiot son Poseidon had never sired him... It would have been so much easier to ascend to power and destroy Olympus! Ah, well, wishful thinking never got anyone anywhere, so, back to the battle at hand. In about two months, I would be powerful enough to incinerate this foolish demigod's body. And then, Luke Castellan would truly be no more, but not before I had vengeance on him for his cowardly actions in the last war. He cost me 2 years of Tartarus, and he will pay dearly!
Alright, so how was it? I'm sorry there wasn't as much action as last time, but a guy needs to mix it up, you know? So, anyways, um, keep reading my stories, and if you know any friends who might like my stories, please recommend this to them, and keep reviewing! Oh, and I wrote this chapter in less than an hour, so I'm sorry if it's kind of short and not as good as the other chapters, but I saw how many hits I had, and I just got so excited and I just wrote this off of the top of my head. I'm also sorry I wrote this before any reviews, so I'm adding a poll- Who should win in this new war of Olympus, the Olympians, the Titans, or an anonymous figure? Answer in the reviews please!
P.S. If there is a new character, it will more than likely be somebody we know and love... Maybe Nico? Thalia? Anything's possible, but I'm not giving hints! :P See you next time!