Chapter 29 Reading the Shadow

Leo was bored, and being a bored Demigod was not fun, or good to be near by there was only so long that he could play the same game over and over again, the one with no strategy and a mock to the real wars that raged. So that was why he decided to be the first person to read the next chapter, he also wanted the atmosphere to be lighter, after all, "Why be so serious?"

When Percy woke sunlight was streaming in through the window. The way it seemed to stretch towards him made him think of Hyperion and he shivered. Then he frowned, shooting up as he remembered he was not in his birdcage anymore. He looked around the room, noting that in the clear sunlight he saw it didn't look like the bedroom of a King. It was simple except from the several mannequins with suits of armour on and the rack of weapons in a corner. Then the desk that he'd noticed last night that had a map of America on.

Apollo looked at Hyperion and wanted to know why Percy felt cold at the thought o the sun, yes there was the possibility that Percy is scared of the Titan, who helped in his torture, and that is what he liked to think.

Percy curiously stood up and made his way to the desk, picking up his clothes, which he'd put on the back of the chair. He got dressed before leaning over the back of the chair to study the map. There was a black mark in Alaska, a green one in Vermont, a blue one in the Pacific Ocean, and several other colours dotted around America. Percy reached towards one, but the sound of a throat clearing made him freeze.

He quickly spun round, making sure he didn't meet the Titan's eyes. "Sorry," he apologised. "I wasn't thinking."

"Clearly you still don't," Percy blushed gold at the comment made from Iapetus, who grinned when Kronos muttered something to him.

"Guilty." The Lord of the West said. (*)

Kronos scowled at him. "That would be mine," he said as he approached. Percy backed up, scrambling out of his way. Kronos tapped the map with a finger and the dots faded, but before it did Percy saw the green one flare up suddenly at Kronos' touch. Vermont. Where Kronos been in the night. The black bot in Alaska, blue one in the sea, and green one in Vermont.

"They show the Primordials, don't they?" Percy spoke up before he could filter his mouth and keep it shut. "Gaea's in Vermont. That means Crow's in Alaska… and one of the water Primordials is in the Pacific."

Kronos tensed, sighing and tapping the map again. The dots all reappeared. "You've become perceptive," he noted.

"Not much at all to do when you are a prisoner, but try to observe,"

"I was right?" Percy asked incredulously.

Kronos raised an eyebrow at him, pushing off from where he was leaning against the desk and striding to the door. He frowned slightly and snapped his fingers, changing Percy's top to a light golden colour. "It doesn't matter if you were or not. All that matters is that you survive today. You have no use to me if you're dead," he added.

Percy nodded mutely, not trusting himself to speak.

"You will not address him by his real name – it is an insult to them because of the backlash of power than comes from their names. Call him Mae'r Cysgodol or Crow. Or Lord if you want to be respectful."

Percy nodded slightly.

"Try to stay out of his sight and for the love of Gaea, Perseus, don't speak unless spoken to."

Percy nodded again, this time a little sheepishly.

"I'll have Castellan keep an eye on you," Kronos decided.

"Great, babysitting, and here I thought it was only a dream that I had met you when you were a child, and Kronos was involved," Luke muttered waking from his small nap, but it was in the weird REM sleep cycle, the part where he could hear what was going on whistle asleep, but still dreaming. It was quite useful at times. (**)

Percy took a breath. "There's something Luke told me last night," he said, his voice a lot calmer than he felt. "About this," he said as he turned his forearm outwards to show Kronos his name. Kronos raised an eyebrow, prompting him to continue. "He said that this is basically protection from the other Titans."

"And monsters," Kronos nodded, turning his head to face Percy. "I couldn't have them harming you without permission. You're my property, Jackson, so get that other idea out of your head."

Percy frowned. "I don't know what-"

Kronos spun to face him, slamming him into the wall and easily wrapping his hand around Percy's throat as he hoisted him into the air. "Don't lie to me," he hissed angrily. "I can hear your thoughts, Perseus. Get that idea out of your head."

"That just reminds me of Twilight you know. Reading the minds and all? And what about is it thoughts or is like seeing images or is it like a book?" Thalia asked and wasn't surprised when no one answered.

Percy struggled against him. "Can't… can't - breathe," he rasped as he tried to tear Kronos' hand away.

Kronos' eyes narrowed and he relaxed his grip slightly. "I don't care a single bit for you, Perseus," he snarled. "I have plans for you. That is all. You dying will make everything I have tried to do for the past three centuries completely pointless. You are nothing. Understand?"

"How did you guys even become a couple?" Aphrodite asked turning to look at her favourite OTP, she was pouting, Percy swore he saw tears falling.

"Just read the Chaos Forsaken book," Percy said.

"Yes," Percy croaked, and Kronos released him. Percy collapsed against the wall, trying to force air into his lungs. Kronos grabbed the back of his shirt and hoisted him up onto his feet in front of him. Percy took the hint and stumbled forward as he rubbed his throat. Kronos put his hand on his shoulder and flashed them, so they were just outside the throne room.

"No messing about," Kronos warned as he pointed a finger at Percy. Percy nodded, keeping his gaze to the ground. Kronos turned and strode into the throne room, all the beings inside immediately bowing to him. Percy followed behind him, slipping around to the edge of the throne room as Kronos strode straight down the middle.

"Hey," Luke greeted, coming up from behind Percy. "This way," he said, leading Percy through the monsters and various Titans. "Move your sleeves up more," Luke murmured, and Percy glanced down to see that the words on his arm were covered slightly.

"Don't want to," he mumbled, happy to finally be able to say it again.

"Trust me," Luke pressed, "it could very well save your life here today.

"Foreshadowing," Apollo said and looked at Luke, he wanted to know and he wanted to know now, why the heck Luke betrayed Olympus, most demigods go through what he did and they turned out okay, what had they done so wrong?

Percy hesitated. "I trusted you last night, and that was a mistake."

Luke's head snapped up and his jaw dropped at he stared at Percy. "You didn't talk to him about it, did you?" When Percy didn't answer he groaned. "Damn it, Percy. You are one of the few beings who know what he fears." Percy's mouth opened slightly to form an 'o'. "Yeah, exactly."

"He tried to choke me though," Percy hissed to Luke as they passed a group of empousa and Luke raised his hand in greeting.

"Duh. Ask questions he doesn't want to answer, and he will find a way to stop you from speaking," Luke said like it was obvious.

Percy tugged at the top of his shirt. "Well he definitely managed that."

Luke snorted and put his arm round Percy's shoulder. "Well, put that to the back of your mind for now. I've got to reintroduce you to some old friends."

Percy blinked. "Who…" he trailed off as he saw the group of demigods lounging behind Iapetus' throne. "No way," he breathed, his eyes widening.

"Now we might get to know who all the traitors are," Zeus said and asked Athena to remember all the names she would hear.

Luke grinned. "Hey, Nakamura!" He shouted over the noise. Ethan nudged the two demigods next to him before looking up. "Percy," Luke said, having to drag him forward. "Let me reintroduce you to Silena Beauregard, Charles Beckendorf, and Ethan Nakamura."

"Hey, Percy," Silena smiled. "It's good to see another friendly face around here."

Beck nodded. "Yeah, good to see you, Perce."

Luke dragged Percy forward and sat him down against the back of Iapetus' throne. "Have the others come over Ethan?"

"Only Marigold," Ethan nodded. "Alabastor's been glaring at us though."

"Torrington?" Percy asked, recognising the name.

Luke nodded. "Yeah. The gods banished him from Camp, and he was left to survive in the mortal world on his own. Eventually Gaea managed to get some monsters to kill him," he shrugged. "Either way, he's back now. As are all the others."

"Who's Marigold?" Percy asked, cocking his head to the side.

Everyone who knew Kronos very well (Titan's, Luke) started to smirk, hiding the fact that despite all of this, what happened to Percy he still so similar to Kronos, they must've picked up some of each others habits. Something that all lovers experienced, these ones seemed to catch the memo a bit late.

"Stop that," Luke said anxiously, "you look like Kronos when you do that."

Percy immediately straightened up. "Sorry."

"Marigold's a kid of Apollo," Silena said helpfully.

"Kid as in goat? Or child do you mean? Athena muttered to herself and swore she would get Dionysus to get them taught to speak in a more professional way of speaking.

"So… all of them are back?" Percy asked uneasily.

Luke nodded. "Unfortunately."

"Chris," Ethan greeted, to someone behind Percy.

Percy spun, his eyes widening. "You too?"

Chris Rodriguez grinned. "Yeah. All of us swore the oath to serve Kronos with whatever he wishes, and apparently that includes after death. Beck though decided to come because of Silena."

"The Golden Couple," Aphrodite said though she frowned, she had many OTP's but her child had moved down a peg because she really wanted to See Pernos, Kronercy it would be interesting to see how all this plays out. Though she knew something major had to happen soon, and she couldn't wait.

Beckendorf shrugged. "I wasn't going to let her face Kronos alone."

"She has, I am aware, but now she has me too look out for her, she must be something," Beckendorf said and smiled.

Everyone in the throne room suddenly became completely silent. Luke and the other demigods quickly stood, Percy following with a slight frown, and they all stepped into the open. Percy saw that everyone else was standing and looking towards the throne room doors, which he remembered had been completely destroyed by Kronos the day before.

Kronos was standing in the middle of an open space, his scythe clearly sitting across his back. Facing him was a figure enshrouded in a black cloak which writhed as if alive and made out of tangible shadows. Percy watched as the two stood completely still for almost five minutes, not a sound coming from the watchers.

Then the black figure relaxed. "You've become strong, youngling, since the last time we met."

"WHO THE HADES DECIDED TO LET LEO VALDEZ READ?" Zeus roared in anger as the demigod kept switching between voice charters from movies, he had used Emperor Palpatine's voice whistle speaking for the Crow.

Apollo pointedly looked away and tapped his nails on the armrest, he wanted nothing to do with what Zeus was ranting about, Percy asked Leo to begin reading again.

"And you've become senile, Erebus, in your old age," Kronos returned evenly.

Percy's eyes widened as what Kronos had warned him about saying his name ran through his head - You will not address him by his real name – it is an insult to them because of the backlash of power that comes from their names. Call him Mae'r Cysgodol or Crow. Or Lord if you want to be respectful.

Maybe Poseidon had inherited more from Kronos than he realised, Percy thought.

Erebus flinched back as if he'd been struck, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "Yet you're still as reckless and foolish as I remember." He inclined his head slightly. "It's good to see you in person again," Erebus said, a gleam in his eyes which made Percy frown.

"If you'd been willing to meet me instead of sending one of your followers then we'd have met a week ago," Kronos scowled.

"Security, my old friend," Erebus chuckled. "I'm sure you understand how dangerous these times are."

Kronos nodded. "Of course." The monsters and demigods watching the exchange all started turning away and back to their conversations.

"What was that about?" Percy asked as he turned back to Luke.

Luke smiled. "They were trying to exert their influences over the other. It's how the older immortals decide the pecking order. Looks like Kronos managed to keep Crow at bay."

"Brawls are often known to happen at those event,"

"A Primordial?" Percy asked incredulously.

"He didn't beat him," Ethan said, "and he'll have to regain a big amount of energy again, but he managed to hold Crow off."

Percy stared at where Kronos was now talking calmly to Erebus, no hint of their earlier animosity towards each other. He knew Kronos was powerful, but holding off a Primordial powerful?

The gods erupted with chatter, trying to come to terms that their father may have eaten them when they were kids, but now they had to come to terms he was stronger, powerfuller than them. And all of them never wanted to admit it, because what the heck would happen if other deities figured out that they were weak. The transformation from Greek to Roman had not helped, and what would happen if they merged?

Annabeth skidded to a stop inside the home of the Oracle. "Diana!" She called.

"Through here," Diana's voice came from the drawing room.

Annabeth tensed as she entered the room, looking curiously at the paintings and drawings. Ones that Rachel had made were starting to fade as they hung at the highest points in the room, and Diana was in front of an easel, her eyes narrowed in concentration as she sketched on the canvas.

"You had a vision," Annabeth stated.

"Wonder what it was about?" Steve a son of Hermes wondered slightly.

"Well let me read and we will find out," Leo said and once again begain to read.

Diana nodded. "Yes. Come round here and see it." She hesitated slightly. "I can't make it out," she admitted in frustration.

Annabeth frowned and moved so she could see what the Oracle had drawn. A sword was buried by the point in the earth, the word Anaklusmos clearly seen on the flat of the blade. Snow was covering the ground, splattered with golden ichor which trailed down the bronze sword. There were two hands reaching for the hilt, one of them had a slight golden tint and the other had shadows swirling around it.

"That's Percy's sword," Annabeth murmured.

"I wonder what is going on. Annabeth seems to be on Percy's side in the book, but in this life, she hates him, maybe it had to do with messing up timelines?" Athena mused to herself and glanced at her daughter, her eyes were dark, and she swore she saw a hint of red in her eyes.

Diana nodded. "Yes, but I don't know what it means," she said in frustration as she added some details to the shadows hovering in the background.

Annabeth shook her head. "Neither do I," she admitted with a frown. "I'll ask Chiron," she decided. "Maybe he'll know." She saw Diana hesitate slightly. "Is there something else?"

Diana slowly shook her head. "No," she said uneasily. "Nothing."

"Nothing means everything, reverse physiology and all," Chrissy a daughter of Athena muttered and took the book away from Leo who scowled at her.

"I was reading that!" he exclaimed.

"I don't care, you sucked, we want to get this book over soon not in ten years," Chrissy said and began to read.

Annabeth frowned but nodded, understanding that there were some things the Oracle shouldn't say. "Alright. Well, the gods wanted to speak to you about Percy. You know what happened to him yesterday, right?"

Diana nodded. "I had a vision about it."

"Well, they're hoping you'll have a prophecy about a quest to go on to save him."

"I'll be there in a few minutes," Diana said. "Just let me finish this," she said nodding towards the painting. Annabeth nodded before turning and exiting the cave.

Diana waited until she was sure the demigod was gone before taking the white cover off the painting she had actually been doing when Annabeth had entered and putting down the paint brush, taking out her pencil to continue sketching. She'd had the vision in the night as a dream and had immediately gotten up to draw it. She frowned as she finished one of the beings in the bed and realised that it was Percy Jackson.

'Cue the gasps," Percy said sarcastically.

"What is going on?" she uneasily asked herself. Percy was on his side, turning his back on the other being in the bed who Diana had drawn the faint outline of, but could not tell who it was.

Whoever it was they were staring up at the ceiling, their eyes open showing that they weren't asleep, and the expression on their face showed they were deep in thought. She'd drawn a phrase that she'd heard spoken during that vision, and it read "Amseroedd yn newid." She had no clue what it meant. The only thing she knew was that the two people had an important part to play, though she didn't know what it was.

"To save and destroy at the same time, that's quite a feat,"

Diana uneasily covered up the canvas again before making her way out of the cave and to the meeting she was expected at.

"Percy," Iapetus' voice said from behind Percy.

Percy frowned as he turned to face him. "Iapetus," he greeted.

Iapetus seemed uneasy. "Mae'r Cysgodol wants to meet you."

Percy froze, his eyes widening. "What?" he croaked out. "I… he wants to meet me?"

Iapetus frowned before reluctantly nodding. "Who wouldn't? He knows what Hyperion did. You're the Hero of Olympus, slayer of many monsters and Titans, and survivor of Tartarus."

"Ugh, I hate titles,"' Percy said and glanced at Luke who was shaking his head.

"Somethings never change you know?" Luke grinned up at his younger friend and remembered some things from the past.

Percy flinched at the mention of his late adopted father.

"He'll expect you to be completely broken, so please at least act that way because we all know that you're not really."

"But what about spies? Wouldn't they know?" Jason asked curiously.

"No, Percy was hidden in a bird cage, no one allowed to see him unless Kronos approved it," Atlas said.

Percy nodded slightly. "Right. I can do this. I can do this."

Iapetus nodded, putting a hand on Percy's shoulder and starting to steer him through the monsters to where Erebus was. "Just remember. Act subservient, and don't-"

"Speak unless spoken to?" Percy offered, remembering Kronos' orders.

Iapetus nodded. "And please don't forget to bow. If Cysgodol decides to kill you, there's really nothing Kronos can do. And you're immortal. You die and Kronos will just engineer your return so you reform in Othrys."

"Would it be as a Titan finally?" Athena asked looking at the titans, no one answered her, and she felt unease.

There have not been any reporting's of making Titans like this, and she had no idea what would happen, the demigod could have died for all they knew. She was making careful notes, this could be used for the future!

Percy took a breath. "Alright. I can do this," he muttered. He felt his palms start to sweat as he saw the Primordial. "Damn it," he swore under his breath as he wiped them on his jeans.

"Calm down," Iapetus murmured quietly. "I can hear your heartbeat racing."

"Calm," Percy mumbled, "stay calm. Got it."

Iapetus patted him on the back before striding off through the masses, retreating from Erebus' presence. Percy swallowed nervously, aware that he was alone with Erebus. Then he became aware of a now familiar presence keeping an eye on him and out of the corner of his eye he saw Kronos turning back to Oceanus from where he'd glanced at him. Percy took a breath as he lowered himself down to one knee in front of Erebus. "Lord Mae'r Cysgodol," he greeted trying to be as respectful as he could.

He could sense Erebus' eyes on him and stayed as still as possible as the silence lengthened. Finally, Erebus spoke. "You may rise, youngling." Percy hesitantly did so, still looking down. "I must say, Perseus Jackson, it's an honour to finally meet you." Sarcasm was practically oozing out of his mouth. "I've heard a lot about you."

"Sarcasm is never the best way to start a conversation, it implies that you don't really like the person, especially when you first meet them," Demeter said and glanced at Percy, the Titan was sitting regally on his chair hand in hand with Kronos and chatting idly to Luke who was sipping a glass of water.

"The honour is all mine, My Lord," Percy responded.

He could sense Erebus' amusement. "Tell me, Perseus. What do you think of Othrys?"

"It's very different to Olympus," Percy said truthfully.

"The truth can be painful at times, but sometimes its just better to lie, Paul and I got into a major fight about this before I went into Tartarus, gosh its hard to remember, it happened years ago," Percy frowned.

"That it is." Erebus chuckled, the shadows of his cloak waving about in a non-existent breeze. "But you didn't answer my question."

"It's very overwhelming, however I will come to like it," Percy said.

"And what of its Ruler?" Erebus asked, his void black eyes boring into Percy.

Aphrodite let out a small shriek, she knew it was coming, the time of Pernos her dream OTP, something was going to be the stir pot she could tell.

Percy could have kicked himself as he realised that was what Erebus had wanted to talk about all along, and he'd shot straight into the trap. He decided to lay the image of a subservient little demigod thicker. "My Master certainly knows what he's doing. Nothing is done without cause," he said, deciding he hated the politics of Othrys. "He's very wise."

Erebus snorted. "I'd call him several things. Wise isn't one of them. Perhaps foolish and reckless."

"The gods are playing straight into his hands," Percy said, trying to defend his view. "In the opinion of the Primordials he may not be the cleverest. By the view of mortals, gods and Titans he is."

"That is true," Athena and Ares said at the same time, both smirking before scowling, they may be siblings, but they never wanted to get along, call it petty but it suited them. Ares liked the gore; Athena liked the strategy.

He could sense Erebus' smirk. "You may look at me, Perseus." Percy lifted his eyes even as he heard Kronos' voice in his head. Do not look in his eyes. Percy focused his gaze on the side of Erebus' cloak. He could see the completely black orbs of the Primordial glance at his forearm. "And what do you think of being marked as a slave?" he remarked. "Surely it must… anger you."

Percy was tempted to mention the suspicion he and Luke had about that, but quickly banished even the thought of it from his mind. "I was originally angry," he admitted. "However, I've now realised it's for the better."

"Is that so?" Kronos mused, he hadn't wanted to upset Percy by commenting on the book, he knew this was edgy territory right now, and all the Titans could feel Percy's emotions through the link and knew he was weak at the moment, remembering things that were meant for a mortal being, it raged in him and was going to be let out soon like a storm. For that they needed to be prepared, and if he was anything like Kronos it was going to be big.

"Is it?" Erebus mused, obviously testing Percy. "How so?"

"He's My Lord," Percy said, trying to sound like it was the most obvious conclusion.

He could sense Erebus' slight irritation and the Primordial opened his mouth to say something else but stopped when he looked behind Percy. Percy relaxed slightly, annoyingly relieved when he felt Kronos' hand on his shoulder. "I've spent too long trying to break him to allow him to die," Kronos stated.

The gods still wondered how Percy could love a monster like this immortal before them, and for them to know they needed to get this book done, though most of the gods had given their tasks to younger gods they still felt weary when the Titans roamed free.

Erebus' eyes flickered from Kronos back to Percy. "This conversation has been most enlightening, youngling," he said in a blatant dismissal.

"STAR WARS!"

Kronos' hand tightened on Percy's shoulder as he steered him away. Percy was tempted to wriggle out of his grip but could feel Erebus' eyes on him so he settled for thinking it, hoping that Kronos would hear. When they were out of Erebus' listening range, Percy let out a relieved sigh. "Thanks," he said reluctantly.

"Continue as you were, and he'd have quickly become irritated." Kronos scowled. "I thought I told you not to irritate him."

"I tried," Percy mumbled, staring at his feet.

"Obviously not hard enough," Kronos snarled.

Percy clenched his fists. "Sorry," he said, tempted to start swearing at Kronos. He glanced back at Erebus who had turned his attention to interrogating another poor demigod that had happened to walk by. "You don't trust him, do you?"

Kronos snorted. "Not a single bit."

"Then why invite him here?" Percy frowned.

"Haven't you heard the saying 'keep your friends close, and your enemies closer'?"

"When did you have time to learn all this information when you were in Tartarus for centuries?" Poseidon asked softly to his father, not meeting the golden gaze, but to the side.

"You forget that Luke Castellan was my host, once right?" Kronos asked and turned to the god of the sea.

Percy nodded. "Yeah, but in that case you're on the opposite side of the country to the gods. Not exactly keeping them close, is it?"

Kronos smirked. "What makes you think that?"

Percy glanced up at Kronos briefly before averting his gaze as he realised what Kronos meant. "You have spies."

Find them, and eliminate them.

Kronos nodded. "And, Perseus, to answer your coming question, the reason I've invited Mae'r Cysgodol into Othrys is to get him complacent. And then I'll kill him, just like I did with my bastard of a father."

"How is he a bastard when he has no mother?" Apollo asked.

"He just is, if you ever meet Ouranos… runaway he is not someone you ever want to meet, he will kill you in a heartbeat.

Percy's eyes widened and his head snapped up to meet Kronos' golden gaze. "You're going to-"

"Watch your mouth!" Iapetus hissed to his adopted son and grinned at the scowl he got.

Kronos quickly covered Percy's mouth with his hand. "I can easily silence you," he hissed. "Perhaps you'd like to refrain from yelling it out to the whole room."

Percy narrowed his eyes at Kronos who quickly jerked his hand away from Percy's mouth. Percy, in a sudden rush of boldness, stuck his tongue out at Kronos before darting through the hoard of monsters. Kronos clenched his jaw, easily following Percy's path through the monsters from his vantage point above all the other beings.

"Trouble in paradise, brother?" Iapetus asked, looking barely able to contain his laughter as he too followed Percy's path.

The gods stared at Percy for his boldness and Aphrodite and cabin squealed as their hopes were met with a moment.

Kronos grumbled under his breath, pointedly ignoring Iapetus' comment as he stalked after the demigod, rubbing his hand off on his jeans as he did so. He rounded the corner of Iapetus' throne and didn't give Percy any time to do anything other than yelp before he was picked up by the back of his shirt. The other demigods all scrambled away as Kronos carried a struggling Percy across the throne room.

The doors shut behind them and Kronos spun to face the wall, once again pressing Percy against it. Percy struggled, though he still had a grin on his face. "Oh, come on," he pleaded. "It was a little bit of fun!"

Kronos let out a hiss. "You licked my hand," he snarled as he pressed against Percy's throat.

Percy's grin didn't fall even as he felt his air start to be cut off. "I don't like it when people cover my mouth. It's too important to me."

"Clearly," Kronos growled.

"We're in this position a lot," Percy stated as he looked down on Kronos, his boldness starting to fall.

"Apologise," Kronos ordered. "Else you will die right here, and right now."

Percy faltered at that. "You said you needed me."

"It will be a temporary loss, and one which will teach you an important lesson," Kronos bit out. "One which you obviously lack. If I have to, Perseus, I will finish what I started, and I will break you. Choose wisely."

Percy sagged in Kronos' grip. "I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"What was that?" Kronos snapped as he loosened his grip slightly, allowing Percy a valuable gulp of air.

"I'm sorry," Percy said louder. "It won't happen again."

Kronos let go of him, letting him drop to the floor. "Get to my room now," he ordered. "You won't be coming down for the rest of the day. You can use the time to get comfortable," he suggested.

Percy gaped at his back as he leaned against the wall, watching Kronos return to the throne room, completely aware that Kronos had just grounded him for the day.

"Bah hahaha!" Leo grinned and held onto Jason's arms; he was laughing so hard that he had too clutch his stomach. "You got grounded by Kronos?" he smirked at the ex demigod who glared coolly at him.

"What do you think happened to Hyperion?" Percy asked, making some of the beings in the throne room shiver. It was power when he spoke, his aura splashed out making the demigods shiver and Kronos to look at him lustfully.

It was not to entirely often that Percy was angry, and it made Kronos want to rise those flames higher and want to smother it out. He looked around taking in reactions of various beings.

Annabeth shuddered, she had almost forgotten that Percy was now a Titan, he did not feel emotions entirely like a mortal anymore. She wasn't entirely sure what Kronos would do as payment for her attempted assassination, and she wasn't confident if she would be prepared for it. Percy had only really stayed sane because of Tartarus, but now he wasn't there to hold the madness at bay…

Poseidon was looking at his son in a new light, yes Percy wasn't a god, and he wouldn't ever stop loving Percy, but he knew that Percy angry was like Neptune, cold harsh and untameable… So, he was kind of used to it, when he was enraged, he was like Percy.

The demigods had all felt absolute fear at the brush of uncapped power from Percy, he was a Titan, they needed to remember that, and that treating him like he was a mortal was out of the question.

Luke sat with his arms crossed a knife in hand as he stared at the little imp, he looked a bit like a Spaniard, tan skin curly black hair and an impish grin that was frozen in horror as he stared at Percy.

"Stop," Kronos murmured, his hand resting on Percy's wrist. "Before you do something you will regret anything later," He stood up and all of the other's that followed Othrys followed suit, all bowing as they all made rank and left, the door slammed shut and the others all breathed a sigh.

"For a moment," Leo said hoarsely rubbing his throat. "I thought Percy was going to kill me," he said and looked down, all playful instant gone at his once friends' betrayal.

Leo felt the invisible hand wrapped around his throat, and the painful slam as his mind walls crumbled, he hear Kronos' amused mocking laughter and he saw the indescribable look in Percy's eyes as he slowly closed his fist, stopping when Kronos said too.

A/N: So, something amazing happened today, I woke up and was playing Call of Duty on my phone, and Noobman_Gamer played with me, and we won four games together! It was epic, anyhow if any of you play add me! Jamietyler545

* When I thought of this, it reminded me of Wicked Witch of the West, though I am sure Iapetus would not agree to that name? :/

** L.W.Y.M.M.D. reference

And the negative part in my life right now is that, my parents want me out ASAP of my room, and there is not anyplace to go to at the moment, the corona and all, so I hope that anyone going through something similar is ok.

Sorry about the long wait, it was supposed to be up by Sunday, but this is 32 pages long!

Thanks for reading JIO