Chapter 1
Percy’s POV
Kronos loomed over Annabeth, his sword raised. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. She croaked, “Family, Luke. You promised.” I took a painful step forward. Grover was back on his feet, over by the throne of Hera, but he seemed to be struggling to move as well, he fainted. Before I could get anywhere close to Annabeth, Kronos staggered. He stared at the knife in Annabeth’s hand, the blood on her face. “Promise.” Then he gasped like he couldn’t get air. “Annabeth . . .” But it wasn’t the Titan’s voice. It was Luke’s. He stumbled forward like he couldn’t control his own body. “You’re bleeding. . . .” “My knife.” Annabeth tried to raise her dagger, but it clattered out of her hand. Her arm was bent at a funny angle. She looked at me, imploring, “Percy, please . . .” I could move again. I surged forward and scooped up her knife. I knocked Backbiter out of Luke’s hand, and it spun into the hearth. Luke hardly paid me any attention. He stepped toward Annabeth, but I put myself between him and her. “Don’t touch her,” I said. Anger rippled across his face. Kronos’s voice growled: “Jackson . . .” Was it my imagination, or was his whole body glowing, turning gold? He gasped again. Luke’s voice: “He’s changing. Help. He’s . . . he’s almost ready. He won’t need my body anymore. Please-”
“NO!” Kronos bellowed. He looked around for his sword, but it was in the hearth, glowing among the coals. He stumbled toward it. I tried to stop him, but he pushed me out of the way with such force I landed next to Annabeth and cracked my head on the base of Athena’s throne. “The knife, Percy,” Annabeth muttered. Her breath was shallow. “Hero . . . cursed blade . . .” When my vision came back into focus, I saw Kronos grasping his sword. He snarled,“Luke, if you fight me I will change quicker.”
Luke gasped again,“Get...out!” He stuttered. I could tell he was fighting hard to gain control. The fight was draining both of them. Suddenly, I had a thought. What if I was somehow able to link the water in our souls. I knew that he had a control over sky, sea and earth so his soul must be made of those elements and time. Being the son of Posiedon meant that I was made almost 100% out of water. I grinned at him,“Ok, old man. You just made the wrong decision.” I chuckled and began to link our souls.
𝙃𝙚𝙮!
𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀𝘿 𝙞𝙩! 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡, 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙. 𝙄 𝙠𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙪𝙣𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙘 𝙤𝙧 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙘 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡.
𝙄’𝙢 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 (𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙙) (𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙟𝙖𝙢!), 𝙨𝙤 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙧𝙩, 𝙄’𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥. 𝙄’𝙫𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙣 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮! 𝙉𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚.
𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙤𝙧 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙩, 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙: 𝙡𝙪𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡
𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖 𝙖𝙬𝙚𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮, 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙!
𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙧𝙨,
𝙇𝙪𝙣𝙖
𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝘼𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙨𝙩 (𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙙) & 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙘 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧