Percy had a job to do. A big job, all he had to do was save Olympus but he failed. With his failure came the defeat of the gods by Kronos. Yet that wasn't it. It wasn't over, Percy was offered help, a chance. A chance to do better, to go back and change things. He won't be able to save his world, can't change anything but possibly going back to the beginning SHE can. Fem/Percy F/F

August 13th 2009 (The day everything changed)

Kronos stood in the middle of the throne room, his arms wide, staring at the starry ceiling as if taking it all in. His laughter echoed even louder than it had from the pit of Tartarus.

"Finally!" he bellowed. "The Olympian Council—so proud and mighty. Which seat of power shall I destroy first?"

Ethan Nakamura stood to one side, trying to stay out of the way of his master's scythe. The hearth was almost dead, just a few coals glowing deep in the ashes. Hestia was nowhere to be seen. Annabeth, Grover, and I stepped forward into the torchlight. Ethan saw us first.

"My lord," he warned.

Kronos turned and smiled through Luke's face. Except for the golden eyes, he looked just the same as he had four years ago when he'd welcomed me into the Hermes cabin. Annabeth made a painful sound in the back of her throat, like someone had just sucker punched her.

"Shall I destroy you first, Jackson?" Kronos asked. "Is that the choice you will make—to fight me and die instead of bowing down? Prophecies never end well, you know."

"Luke would fight with a sword," I said. "But I suppose you don't have his skill."

Kronos sneered, "Who do you think I am boy? That pathetic war god? You shall not bait me anytime in this millennia. You got far I'll give you that. You're braver than my so called 'children' but this is the end of the road for you, NOW YOU DIE!" Kronos roared.

Kronos came at me like a whirlwind.

My instincts took over. I dodged and slashed and rolled, but I felt like I was fighting a hundred warriors. Ethan ducked to one side, trying to get behind me until Annabeth intercepted him. They started to fight, but I couldn't focus on how she was doing. I was vaguely aware of Grover playing his reed pipes. The sound filled me with warmth and courage—thoughts of sunlight and a blue sky and a calm meadow, somewhere far away from the war.

Kronos backed me up against the throne of Hephaestus, a huge mechanical La-Z-Boy type thing covered with bronze and silver gears. Kronos slashed, and I managed to jump straight up onto the seat. The throne whirred and hummed with secret mechanisms. Defense mode, it warned. Defense mode.

That couldn't be good. I jumped straight over Kronos's head as the throne shot tendrils of electricity in all directions. One hit Kronos in the face, arcing down his body and up his scythe.

"ARG!" He crumpled to his knees and dropped his scythe.

Annabeth saw her chance. She kicked Ethan out of the way and charged Kronos. "Luke, listen!"

I wanted to shout at her, to tell her she was crazy for trying to reason with Kronos, but there was no time. Quick as lightning Kronos scooped up his scythe and swung wide catching Annabeth dead in the chest. My eyes widened as I watched her fall, my best friend die directly in front of me while I could do nothing about it.

"NOOOO!" I screamed my voice hoarse as I charged Kronos sword high. This time I came at him like a whirlwind. Roll slash roll repeat, I couldn't even think straight I was just blinded by my rage. I swung right then left and got blocked by the scythe again. It went downhill with an overhead strike that had all my strength behind it. Kronos side stepped easily and last thing I felt was a blade slide quickly down the middle of my back and slicing the small of my back before my vision went black...