The King of the Galaxy

Chapter 20- The End?

A/N- Considering the small percentage of votes I've been averaging out, this story will be ending shortly.
So that's that, vote on my wayward son.

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His body felt as if it was on fire. The lashes on his back were seething, he was sure alcohol was something you shouldn't put on deep, dirty cuts. But here Kronos was, pouring whiskey where he had whipped Alpha continuously for the past hour and a half.

The commander knew he was nearing the end, he just felt it. He wasn't sure if he was going to die, but something was bound to happen.

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She was lost and alone.

But here they are.

Talking loudly and proudly.

Everything was disconnected.

What's going on?

They found her.

They rushed over to her in a blur.

There were... five of them? Everything was blanking out, she couldn't tell who was who. She could only make out Jason, and a Chaos solider, but she was sure there were more people there.

Black dots swam in her vision, everything was falling out.

What's going on?

"Annabeth, stay with us!" somebody screamed.

She didn't stay with them.

She left, only to rejoin her love.

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"Having fun, little boy?"

Alpha was breathing heavily, unable to reply.

"Oh, that's right. Poor you, too hurt to talk." Kronos chortled, doubling over from laughter.

The young boy, who had been betrayed, had died. The king of the galaxy's. The commander of the army. The son of Poseidon. He was dead.

So now he was no use to him. Kronos could have simply thrown Alpha in a ditch, but he had a much better idea.

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It took Jason, Piper, Frank, Arrow, and Blondie a shorter time to get back to camp.

But this time, they carried a dead body.

Piper was sobbing her heart out over the loss of her friend, while Jason comforted her.

Frank was staring stonily ahead the entire way back to the camp.

Blondie and Arrow were carrying the dead girl, Annabeth, and were whispering over what could have happened to her.

"No marks on the girl." Blondie said matter-of-factly.

"She acted as if she was injured though." Arrow noted.

"Does it matter? The only off thing about her was the lack of sleep, and the lack of bathing. Normal things that happen when you're stranded out in the wilderness." Blondie replied, rolling his eyes.

"What about food or water? Did she have those things?"

"Well, it's obvious she didn't die of dehydration or starvation."

"We're here." Frank said mournfully.

This snapped the soldiers out of their conversation.

"Already?"

"Yeah, less monsters on the way... plus we actually knew where we were going," Jason sighed part way through saying this.

Arrow and Blondie hauled the body past Thalia's pine and to the Big House.

Chiron and the cabin counselors were already there.

Carstairs was running at them, "Did you find Commander Alpha?"

Frank shook his head, "No, but we found Annabeth... she was dead."

As soon as the son of Mars uttered those words out, an army appeared at the head of the hill, carrying yet another dead body.

"I thought you'd want to mourn yet another lost soul. Here's your commander, he was fun while it lasted."

And with that, he rolled the boy down the hill to them.

It was noticeable he had been tortured, though nobody knew what he usually looked like since his hood always hid his face.

His lips were blue, from lack of heat and circulation. His body shredded by multiple torture devices. Burns were throughout his body, from the electricity that shocked him while he was in the flooded basement.

But his eyes were still open. The sea green eyes, now dull, but were obviously once Percy Jackson's. His messy, raven black hair belonged to Percy Jackson.

The commander was Percy, and this shocked everybody. Especially the few soldiers who knew him as Percy, and the friends that betrayed him.

"I linked Percy's soul to Annabeth's. So when he died, she died. The pain he felt was laid upon the girl also. Sorry, but I'm not sorry." Kronos told them all, with glee evident in his voice. "Oh, and by the by, I'll be back. Have fun without your commander and your top strategist!"

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"I missed you, I'm so sorry, seaweed brain," Annabeth cried out to the wiry boy across the river of Styx.

He shook his head, "I swore I'd never forgive or love you again. But here I am, happy to see you, happy to leave all my accomplishments for you."

Percy walked to his Annabeth, and embraced her, kissing her left temple softly.

"I missed you, wisegirl."