Annabeth's POV
(A/N be prepared for major feels. Get your box of tissues ready)
Hephaestus goes off the stage and Hermes goes on. This ceremony is incredibly boring and I hope that it ends soon.
Hermes picks a name, already sad and sullen.
"Luke Castellan."
A catch his eye as he walks past me an in driven into another flashback.
(A/N this belongs to Rick. I'm cryin all ready...)
The doors of Olympus loom in front of me. Well, us. I realize that two people are with me: the Poseidon tribute and a saytr.
A boy with blond hair and gold eyes is standing in the middle of the throne room.
"Finally!" He bellows. "The Olympian Council-so proud and mighty. Which seat of power shall I destroy first?"
"My lord," a boy with an eyepatch says.
The blond haired boy turns and smiles at us. A noise comes out of my throat.
"Shall I destroy you first, Jackson? Is that the choice you will make-to fight me and die instead of bowing down? Prophecies never end well, you know." The blond haired boy sneers.
"Luke would fight with a sword," Percy says. "But I suppose you don't have his skill."
His scythe changed into a sword.
I gasp at my new idea.
"Percy, the blade!"
I unsheath my knife. "The hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap."
Luke, no Kronos, raises his sword.
"Wait!" I yell. No one listens to me.
Percy starts to fight. The boy with the eye patch races to help, but I intercept him.
"ARG!" Kronos falls to his knees and drops his sword. I take the chance.
"Luke, listen!"
Kronos swipes at me and I hit a throne, sinking into darkness.
I wake up and see Grover feeding me ambrosia. I listen in to Percy and Kronos.
"BAH!" Kronos screams.
"They're on their way. You've lost." Percy says.
"I haven't even started."
Kronos charges Percy and they resume fighting no struggle to my feet, wincing with the movement.
"STOP!" I yell.
Kronos turns towards me and slashes with his sword, but I intercept it with my dagger. I hold him in a standstill and force him to look at me.
"Luke," I say, gritting my teeth. "I understand now. You have to trust me."
"Luke Castellan is dead! His body will burn away as I assume my true form!" Kronos shouts.
He tries to push me away, but I hold him.
"Your mother," I say. "She saw your fate."
"Service to Kronos! This is my fate!"
"No," my eyes tear up. "That's not the end, Luke. The prophecy: she saw what you would do. It applies to you."
"I will crush you, child!"
"You won't. You promised. You're holding Kronos back even now."
"LIES!"
Kronos pushes again and I loose my balance. He hits me in the face and I fall down. He raises his sword and looks down.
"Family, Luke. You promised."
(A/N Oh my gods, the feels right now. I can't even...)
Luke stares at my knife and the blood on my face. "Promise."
He gasps like he is suffocating. "Annabeth..."
His voice is no longer the Titan's. It's his own.
"You're bleeding..."
"My knife," I reply.
I try to raise it, but it falls out of my hand. My arm is bent funny.
"Percy, please..."
Percy picks up my knife and knocks Luke's sword out of his hand.
"Don't touch her," Percy growls.
"Jackson," the voice of Kronos speaks through Luke. His body is turning gold.
"He's changing. Help. He's...he's almost ready. He won't need my body anymore. Please-"
"NO!" Kronos bellows. He stumbles to the coals for his sword.
"The knife, Percy," I say. "Hero...cursed blade..."
Luke collapses.
Please, Percy..." Luke begs.
Percy starts towards Luke.
"You can't...can't do it yourself. He'll break my control. He'll defend himself. Only my hand. I know where. I can...can keep him controlled," Luke manages.
"Please. No time," Luke groans.
Percy hands the knife to Luke.
"Percy!" Grover gasps. "Are you...um..."
Luke undoes the straps of his armor and exposes a small bit if skin under the left arm. He stabs himself.
Luke howls with pain and the throne room shakes. His eyes are opened and blue.
"Good...blade."
I limp over to him.
"You knew. I almost killed you, but you knew..." he wheezes.
"Shhh." My voice trembles. "You were a hero at the end, Luke. You'll go to Elysium."
Luke shakes his head. "Think...rebirth. Try for three times. Isles of the Blest."
I sniffle. "You always pushed yourself too hard."
I tough his hand.
"Did you..." Luke coughs. "Did you love me?"
I wipe away tears. "There was a time I thought...well, I thought..." I look at Percy and he looks at me.
"You were like a brother to me, Luke," I say softly. "But I didn't love you."
He nods.
"We can get ambrosia. We can-" Grover says.
"Grover, you're the bravest satyr I ever knew. But no. There's no healing..."
He grabs Percy's sleeve.
"Ethan. Me. All the unclaimed. Don't let it...Don't let it happen again."
"I won't. I promise," Percy says.
Luke nods and his hand goes slack.
The flashback ends and I'm left with too many emotions to even name.
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