"I will crush you child!" A voice roared through the Olympian throne room as a Titan throwed his blade as hard as he could towards a demigod, a daughter of Athena to be exact.
Percy watched from afar, helpless to do anything as one of his best friends since the day that he had been announced as a demigod began to lose. She had helped him through all the hardships, all the pain that had happened through the years. Throughout it all, they had each others backs. She filled the void as Percy's partner and had been there for him every step of the way.
She was losing the battle of wills. She was on her knees, holding the small dagger that she had against the Titan's powerful might. A scream pierced through the throne room as the strength of the Titan was starting to become too much. Her knees drove straight into the ground, cracking the hard marble of the Olympian throne room.
Percy grimaced inwardly, cursing himself for being manipulated into such a state. He had been fighting nonstop and even he had limits to the three days straight of fighting. It had been the most he had done since his new life began and he no doubt looked worse for wear.
"What's the matter Annabeth Chase? Is something wrong?" Kronos sneered, a sinister grin plastered his face as he pressed harder and harder onto Annabeth.
"Luke. Please, you can't do this." She pleaded with the man above her. Trying desperately to get to him off of her as he began to apply more of his weight onto the young, daughter of Athena.
Kronos's smirk only widened in response. "I'm afraid Ms. Chase, that Luke Castellan is dead and will never be heard from again. He is slowly disintegrating inside of me, knowing that he can do nothing to save you."
Sobs began to be heard as Annabeth's grip on her knife slowly began to slip as Kronos pushed her deeper and deeper into the marble. Her will, slowly fading away.
"The ability to control others. My sister Chaos and the other generals will know once you use it. However, there are some things to note. The first time you use it will only alert them that you are still alive. They will not be actively searching for it and it will surprise them. I suggest you only have less than a minutes use until they pinpoint your exact location." Void's words echoed into Percy's ear from what Void had told him sixteen years before this day. It was his sixteenth birthday and if he did it now he would only have to hold out for two more years.
Holding his hand out, he felt the familiar power at his fingertips. Eagerly waiting to be used once more as it had been on the battlefield in the past. Every waking moment, the urge to use it grew stronger and stronger and once Percy saw the ugly grin that Kronos was making at Annabeth. His sword was poised above. He shouldn't risk it.
Kronos' blade began to fall downwards, going towards the daughter of Athena with full intent on killing her. Percy watched in horror. Should he risk it? Just to save his friend?
He made his choice.
Percy's hand grasped onto air, as though he was holding something within the palm of his hand. Kronos froze in place as a result of this, his blade only inches away from the daughter of Athena. Unable to move despite every part of his body telling him to strike the girl in front of him. "What!? What is this?" Kronos roared to the skies above. Wondering why he could only move his lips.
Percy grimaced as he brought his hands up, he had a limited amount of time now that he began using it. Feeling the one weak spot on his opponent, he quickly made Kronos clench onto BackBiter and shove it to the only spot that would hurt him. Percy made Kronos shove it directly through the armor to a small spot underneath his left arm. In result of the stab, the entire throne room shook as if an earthquake had gone off. Both, Percy and Annabeth were flung back from where they were do to the amount of power that had been released, making Percy lose his hold on Kronos.
"No!" The Titan shrieked in horror as he collapsed to one knee. "How did this happen! I was supposed to rule the world! I would create a golden age where us Titans would finally reign as it should've been! A GOLDEN AGE WHERE WE PREVAILED AND ALL WOULD HAVE FALLEN BENEATH US!" The Titan roared in anger as he then collapsed to both knees. His hands were on Backbiter as he used it to hold himself up.
"I suppose it was just luck." Percy announced as he limped to where the Titan was. Percy stared down at the man who had been the cause of so many of his friends deaths. Beckendorf, Silena, Bianca, Zoe. The list went on and on and it reminded Percy of what happened when war was going on. "Goodbye Kronos. You won't be mad if I tell you I wish I never saw you again, right?"
The Titan glared at Percy, a rage of fire was lit in his eyes. "Percy Jackson. I will find you and when-" Kronos stopped all talking and began to scream where he was. After a moment he collapsed to the ground and was breathing heavily.
A different voice this time spoke from the body. The voice that belonged to Luke Castellan, "Thank you, Percy." His voice was quiet and yet echoed through the room.
Percy walked over next to Luke and collapsed next to him. Patting him on the shoulder softly, and in a brotherly way. "We all make mistakes Luke. May you find Elysium my friend."
His eyes began to flutter to a close, making it clear he was beginning to move to the underworld. "Tell… tell them I'm sorry."
Percy smiled softly at the man he once considered to be a friend. A friend that had been out of place and felt not loved at all. "I will, sleep well."
With that, the son of Hermes had a smile on his face as his eyes slowly began to close, closing for the last time.
As if on queue, loud marching was heard from the hallway to the throne room and the gods ran into the room, covered in body and all. It must have been an interesting site to see, both Annabeth and Grover had been knocked unconscious from Kronos's last blast and Percy sat next to the traitor of Olympus, resting peacefully.
Percy's father stepped forward, a confused look on his eyes as he looked at his son. "Percy, what happened?"
Percy blinked for a moment, how was he supposed to explain that two demigods and a satyr killed the Lord of Time? "Um, we killed Kronos?"
Thousands of parsecs away, a queen sat on her balcony as she stared at her city before her. In the past sixteen years it had been peaceful, nothing happening in the time frame and she felt something she never thought she would feel again, boredom.
She should have been happy, ecstatic even. The war that had been continuing for centuries had come to an end. Part of her thought she would never see the day where the war would end. Now, that it had come to an end a part of her, dare she say, missed it. It wasn't the war herself she missed but the thought of actively doing something and him.
A slender finger trailed on the outside of the goblet that she held in her hand. What was the point of having it all when you didn't have the one you wanted there with you? Every advance that she ever did to him was rejected. Not in fear of their love but in fear of not being to protect her.
She couldn't help but smile as she remembered her rejecting him. It was the first time she had ever felt it. Everything had been with him. From the first time she laid eyes on him she just knew that he was the one. Every time she saw him fighting on the frontlines to protect her, her heart would swell. Even when she was rejected by him, she still remembered his noble smile, telling her that he would protect her.
"Percy, why did you leave me?" She mumbled out loud. Had she known the treaty of hope was going to go to shit she would have come to protect him. While she knew he didn't need, it that didn't mean she was a damsel in distress. She could fight her own battles and would have protected him if need be.
"Should I ask Lady Death? Would she bring him back to life for a trade?" It had been only sixteen years since he had died and she missed him so dearly, needing him back in her life.
Before she could summon one of her longest standing friends, she felt a shift in the universe. It was small but it was there and she almost thought she missed it. Something happening in the universe that wasn't supposed to be happening in the first place. After a moment, she felt it once more and she dropped her goblet.
"That's not possible." She stood straight up, all her thoughts trying to trace directly to where she had felt the shift. The universe was so vast and it felt so small that she tried looking for it. She needed to know exactly where it came from, she had to know.
She felt it once more, this time she felt it in the south-west quadrant of the universe. Someone was doing it, someone had to be controlling blood. There was no mistaking it, it was Percy, yes there were other beings that could manipulate blood but to do so in such a specified manor with that exact same power signature? He was alive! He was still alive after all this time but how? Why had he not shown himself! Where was he!
As Chaos listened some more, waiting, she felt it disappear as soon as it had came. The shift she had felt slowly faded and as she listened it all but disappeared. "No, NO!" She howled out loud as she smashed the table that was right next to her. The marble shattering just as the goblet had not moments before.
A loud rushing up the stairs and the door opened up. Standing at the door were two of the palace guards. "My lady? Is everything alright?"
"Summon Archal." Chaos's tone was fierce as she stared down at her city lights. The lights that normally would have looked so beautiful but only annoyed her at the moment. Bringing her hand up, she saw the thick trail of blood that slowly went down her forearm and begun to ruin her dress. "We have Percy to find."
On the opposite side of the universe stood two beings muling to themselves within a decked out cave. A male was quietly tinkering with a mini starship, trying to add lasers to it while the female was on the opposite side of the cave, meditating.
A large gasp jolted the man that was working on his mini star ship. "Star?" He asked, running over to his partner in a flash. The woman breathed heavily for a moment, holding her hand up and telling him it was okay.
"Just, just give me a moment." There were a few moments of silence other then the heavy breathing and once it calmed down, she froze. "He's alive. Just as I saw."
Phantom blinked, he knew who she was talking about. The second in command of the generals, Percy Jackson was still alive. Just as Star had seen many years before. "Where is he?"
Star bit her lip for a moment and shook her head. Closing her eyes for a moment.
Nothing was heard within the cave as all breathing came to a stand still. Phantom knew how important this was, they had to reach Percy before Chaos got to him, otherwise it would be close to impossible to turn them to their side. Even worse to fight him. Percy was arguably the deadliest of all the generals that had been taught underneath Order and Chaos.
After a few moments, Star opened her eyes. A frown masking her features. "It disappeared."
"Disappeared?" Phantom asked her, not quite understanding how that happened. "Star, he can't just magically disappear. What happened?"
"I know." She glared at him and Phantom withdrew back, noticing the iciness in her tone. It was clear she knew just as much as him how much she needed to find him and the fact she couldn't made her mad. "He stopped using it."
"Why would he stop using it!" He exclaimed out loud. Phantom really did not need this right now and they needed to move forward with their plans to kill Chaos. It would be practically impossible with both Percy and Archal defending her.
She glared at the wall angrily, mad she failed. "He's in the south-west quadrant of the universe, that's all I know. There are too many planets and we need to wait for him to make another move before I can pinpoint his exact location. How long that will be I don't know."
There was an eerie silence within the cavern for a few moments as both of them thought to themselves. "So we try to push Archal to our side." Phantom said. Yet as the words came out, he didn't like them that much easier.
Star shook her head furiously. "It would be impossible with Chaos so close by, we need them to separate. We also need to promise Archal something. He won't just turn sides for shits and giggles. We need a reason, and a good one at that."
"Then we unlock the others." Phantom jumped up from his spot and ran over to a board on the other side of the room, already formulating a plan.
Star followed him in tow, glaring at her fellow general. "Are you serious? Even if Order gave us the key to unlock them before he died, we have no way to get close to them. Especially with Archal and Chaos guarding the planet! There is no doubt they know we have turned against them already!"
Phantom shook his head with a grin on his face. "No, they don't. They believe we died and that's it. If we were to come back…" He trailed off, the possibilities were endless.
Star was quiet for a moment, if they started now then it would come to light that they had turned on Chaos. Not only that, but Archal would be not easily influenced. "Then we go in and influence Archal before doing making a decision."
Phantom blinked in surprise, he hadn't been expecting that turn of event. "I thought we were going to try and convince him later on."
"Think about it, if we convince him to turn now then it will be much easier to work with Archal's trust. Once we turn on Chaos and go after Percy then Archal can stay and be our spy within the army.
Phantom was quiet once more as he stared at the white board that he had written his plan on. "How do you suppose to convince Archal?"
Star grinned. "I always wanted some of that hot body."
"Lust?" Phantom wrinkled his nose, he had never been one to care for silly trivials.
She shot a teasing wink at him. "The eight guardians were supposed to be meant for one another after all. Your soulmate is currently sealed, waiting for you to come and save her. Oh it will be the story sung for ages! The noble pilot goes on a journey to betray his former queen and-"
"Alright, Alright! No need to get into dramatics." He commented with a light blush on his face. He hadn't expected Star to go that deep into it. "He won't just accept it off the back you know."
Star stared at the board. How long did she have to convince him before Percy came into the mix? "I can work with it. I will make it work." Star said out loud, only trying to prove to herself that she could do it.
"I hope so."
Percy was never one for waiting around, unless it was of the most dire circumstances. In this lifetime, he hated to be staying still. Something to do with what he was born with. His foot tapped nervously as each of the respected gods and goddesses went to their thrones. Fixing the damage that had been caused with a snap of their fingers. Half of the problems had been the cause of him, Annabeth and Grover to be fair but it was easier to blame it on the bad guys. Perk of being the winner.
Percy had his back to the throne room wall. Quietly waiting patiently as both Grover and Annabeth were healed. Both had been knocked out from the blast and Apollo was tending to their wounds at the moment, wanting them to be awake for the ceremony.
Scanning the Olympians, who were all mingling after a long fought battle. Percy saw his father in the distance, glancing occasionally at Percy and giving him a slight smile, the most he could do with Zeus talking next to him, repairing his throne.
Apparently, there was supposed to be a banquet, in honor of the gods and demigods that had saved Olympus. Percy never cared for banquets, or the ceremonies that had happened before hand. It always had reminded him of the failures he had done, trying to protect his loved ones.
His mind eventually wandered to Chaos and Archal. How would they feel knowing that he was alive. What would they say knowing that he was calmly living out the rest of his life at the moment, waiting for the right moment to come back to protect both Chaos and Archal?
Percy couldn't contain the frown that etched to his face. He was worried with what Void said. Why had the other original generals decided to turn? What made them want to kill both Order and Chaos? Why was he supposed to wait until he was eighteen before letting them find him? Was there something that Percy didn't know about that the others knew? So many questions and he wouldn't have an answer for a long time.
"A drachma for your thoughts?" A voice said above Percy. Percy looked up to a sandy blonde haired man standing above him. Smiling down sadly at Percy.
"Worried." Percy admitted. This was not nearly the end of what was to come. Otherwise, Void would have said that he could have his location known sooner rather than later. The question was, what was to come?
Hermes smiled thinned as he sat next to Percy. His back to the wall as he watched the gods fix their thrones. "Don't think that's all do you?"
"As a demigod I believe I can trust my gut feeling, and my gut is telling me that it's not time to relax just yet." Percy gave Hermes an uneasy smile. "Something worse will come."
Hermes gave him a look that couldn't be explained. "I hope you are wrong Perseus Jackson."
"I hope I am as well."
Four days after Kronos's defeat.
In the orbital station that was above Chaos's city. Jokes and laughs were being thrown around. It was the end of the war and the outer defense station was taking this time to joke around.
The only one that had not been taking this time to joke around was Marcel. Normally as the general of pilots, Celestial would be at her post watching space for anything new but after sixteen years of nothing happening she decided to take a break. In her steed, Marcel decided to watch over the station, making sure that the people in the station didn't go to out of whack with the jokes and laughter.
As Marcel was watching the outwards of space, a single red glowing light caught his attention on his right. His eyes shifted over to look at the radar which showed a single ship drifting in space, ever so slowly approaching Chaos's city. "Ship, please give us access codes or else we will be forced to shoot you down." Marcel warned on an open channel.
Everyone within the orbital station quieted down immediately and returned to their posts. It was deathly quiet in the station as a lieutenant's of Celestial soon spoke up, "Sir we read two life forms on the ship. According to their heart beats it seems like they are barely alive. They'll need medical attention."
Marcel stared at the ship for a moment, ready to argue with the lieutenant. Something seemed...off about the ship in front of him. He was hesitating before sending out the word to go rescue the ship. "Can you see the designation code on the ship lieutenant?"
The man pressed buttons into the station he was set at before shaking his head. "Negative sir. The ship is badly damaged and it looks more like a pile of scrap. They need medical attention immediately from what we are reading from the scanners. Should I send out the word?"
"No." Marcel abrupted him before standing up. Something on the ship was screaming at him to be cautious. "Warn command that we have an uninvited ship and tell them I personally will be going to check it out. Lieutenant, you are in charge until I get back. Get a ship ready and tell them I am coming with."
"Sir?" The man asked hesitantly.
"That's an order Lieutenant." Marcel said, not giving the man anything else to say as he ran down to the hanger. The general of stealths heart began to pound. Something was different, something was off about this ship. But what?
Upon arrival to the hanger the ship had already been prepped. Not giving anymore time then necessary, Marcel hopped onto the ship.
"Sir this is against regulation!"
"Can it." Marcel told the soldier that was trying to argue with him. The four guards and two medical officers within the ship knew better then to mess with the general of stealth as he hopped into the pilots seat and set off. "Open the docking bay."
Marcel began to feel tense as he grew closer and closer to the ship. Why was his heart pounding so much? The questions kept bugging him in his mind as he reached the ship. If you could even call it that. The ship was badly damaged and practically torn to shreds. Iron was hanging out as if they were broken limbs. "Take the wheel, I'm heading out there."
Marcel got up from his spot and began to put on his armor. His hands started to shake once he had finished putting it on and he froze in place for a moment, breathing in and out steadily. He hadn't felt this amount of stress in years and the last time had been telling Chaos that Percy had fallen. "I'm heading out." With that Marcel opened the door and hopped out.
Gently gliding over to the spaceship, Marcel touched down softly onto the medal. Any more weight on it and the piece would no doubt break off from the rest of the ship. Ducking down under some medal and taking a step forward, Marcel came across a sealed door. "Mission control, have you done an analysis on the ship yet?"
"Mission control to General Marcel. We did an analysis on the ship and well…" The lieutenant responded to Marcel but never finished his sentence.
"What is it lieutenant." Marcel wanted to pace around but knew he couldn't due to the ships condition.
The voice that came in was quiet and yet unmistakably clear. "The ship we are looking at has the same outline of the one that was lost during the Battle of Core. The ship that both General Star and General Phantom was in."
"Impossible. This is not the time to be lying." Marcel couldn't believe it, that was over twenty five years ago. How long had they been drifting in wild space? They would have had to been dead by this point after so long.
"The tags match it sir. Orders?"
Marcel stared at the sealed door in front of him, "Clamp onto the ship and bring it into the docking bay. I'm not risking opening the door in wild space.
"Roger that." The ship that Marcel had come on gently clamped onto the broken ship he was now on. What seemed like an eternity was in reality only a few short minutes as Marcel found himself back in the docking bay, staring at the door that was sealed shut.
"Open the door." Marcel barely whispered and yet the entire room heard it loud and clear. Two engineers stepped in front of the door and began to unseal the door, Marcel's eyes never once leaving the door. Once the door was finally opened both the engineers stepped back from their spots, waiting for the general to make a move.
Stepping into the doors, Marcel walked into the ship as if he had been here only days before. He found himself struggling to breathe as he stared at the two pods in front of him.
Both Star and Phantom were in stasis, alive and in critical condition.
So… Please no hate but tell me what you think? Beta'd the previous chapter a little more as well, hope you like it.
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