”only it ain’t on the surface..” you were now at olympus, fighting luke. or, should i say, kronos. annabeth is lying on the ground, percy is trying to help her, and grover is frozen in time. it’s all on you now.

“just surrender and ill let you go.” kronos said. you shook your head. you gripped your weapon tighter with your hands. he knocked you to the ground, the scythe at your throat.

“family, luke, you promised.” you whispered. then he froze, and kronos screamed in agony.