It was bound to happen, the prophecy read. "A hero's soul a cursed blade shall reap". You. and Riptide.

It all came down to this one day after over 4 years. You were fighting Kronos, well Kronos in Luke's body on Olympus. You saw the way Annabeth looked at Luke, like a younger sister after her brother left for college but in a more darker twisted way. It needed too be you.. So as you fought Kronos in the gods room with a bunch of different statues you talked Kronos into possessing me, not Luke, despite what Annabeth said. Kronos at last agreed. All you remember is excruciating pain, then being on your knees, everything aching and your thoughts fuzzy, trying to fight for control over your mind. You saw Annabeth holding Luke, who was on the ground, unconscious and Annabeth with a terrified look in her eyes, holding you're sword in her hand. You must of dropped it. You needed it too end it all. You pleaded with her to give it too you before Kronos took control.