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DISCLAIMER: ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO RICK RIORDAN
He woke up to the sound of snoring. He kept his eyes closed until he heard footsteps entering the room with more of a rumble than a tap. "Perseus Jackson," the figure rasped with a voice like iron dragging along a chalkboard, "I have waited a long time for this."

As he looked around, Percy saw his friends, 5 members of the 7 of the prophecy, slumped against the wall with bloodied faces. Percy gasped and tried to recoil, but he found himself chained to a wall by both arms. 'How did I not notice that?' he asked himself. As the figure walked closer, Percy's sense of dread expanded in his chest as Kronos, the titan lord himself, paced menacingly towards him. Percy noticed, in a moment of thoughtfulness, that Kronos seemed to be in his true body, not inhabiting the body of some poor demigod he had influenced to take the curse of Achilles. "I notice that you have your true body back," he commented towards the lord of the titans. "Yes, your friend was a big part in resurrecting me after the giant war."

'Wait, my friend?' Percy thought, "What do you mean?" He asked. He did not, really, expect Kronos to giggle like a little kid.
"So she really hasn't told you yet?"
"Who hasn't told me what, I swear to the Styx Kronos, if you are trying to physce me out, I will hit you so hard that you will fade!!!"

Kronos smirked, something that seemed unnatural on his magma-stone face. "Now, now Seaweed Brain, don't be so mean to my master..." Came a voice from the doorway, the figure stepped forward, and Percy glimpsed stormy grey eyes.

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