The Dissonant Notes Of Fate

Nineteen

A/N: So, here is the next chapter of the Dissonant Notes of Fate. By next week, Thursday, this arc would be done. Enjoy the story.

THALIA turned in her bed, brow furrowing. Her hair was matted with sweat and her face was damp. She kept tossing and turning, trying with all her might to wake up. It didn't work.

She was still in the same place in her dream,—at the foot of a gigantic black throne in the grand Palace of the Titans—Othrys. The power and energy being exuded from the golden sarcophagus next to the throne was oppressive. It was hard to resist the urge to bow and submit to the Titan Lord. But Thalia held her ground, trying not to panic.

The demigod knew it was just a dream—but it was a sudden one, and it scared her that Kronos had found her location. She had thought she could hide—had thought she would be safe, but here she was, being held inside the Palace by a power greater than her. Thalia gritted her teeth, trying to move her limbs. She couldn't.

The air was humid but smelled sweet. Darkness shrouded all the corners and the coffin was pulsing, sending waves of golden energy towards her. The place felt electrified, and Thalia felt uneasy. She tried again to move a leg. Nothing.

"Kronos!" The daughter of Zeus yelled. "You brought me here! Where are you?!" She was angry that he had infiltrated her head, and had pulled her subconscious away from the safety of the hidden Island. She was angry that he knew she was still alive.

A deep laugh resonated throughout the chamber. And then his voice was in her head, scratchy and imposing, making her feel all dirty and defiled inside at the invasion. You thought you could hide from me, did you?

It was a statement and not a question, and although his voice was similar to how it had always been, there was a tinge of anger in it. Anger which she could feel; which made her head hurt.

"How did you find me?" Clenching her fists, she snarled at the sarcophagus. "What do you want?"

The same thing I've always wanted, Kronos answered, his voice making her shudder.

Anger filled her and her voice rose, "What more could you possibly wish for? You have Nico, you have Bianca! I want no part in your stupid war!"

He laughed, and ice filled her bones. The Hades spawns are good, yes. But they aren't strong. Not like you are. And their loyalties lie with the gods. That much is certain.

"Well I don't care," She snarled at empty air. "I'm never coming off Ogygia to fight for you."

The Crooked One laughed once more and she winced at the sound. That is what you say now, but soon, he paused. Soon, you shall beg to join me.

With another laugh the dream melted into mist and ash around her. And then she bolted upright, wide awake.

-X-

THALIA winced once more as the most recent vision from Kronos faded away, dropping her bow. The deer shot up and dashed away, making Percy give her a confused but worried glance. She was sweaty and tiredness filled her bones. She was sick of it all and she wanted it to end. She wanted it to go away.

The Titan King was driving her mad.

Kronos had begun assaulting her since that first night he had infiltrated her head. She had told him no, so many times. She was not leaving Ogygia to help him vanquish Olympus, no matter what he promised her. And then the dreams had come even when she was wide awake, even when she was eating, hunting, or gardening with Percy. When she was training his presence would fill her head and he would continue tormenting her, convincing her, promising her things, just so she could join him. The time didn't matter. It was always the same. Kronos showed Thalia several memories of the gods, and their wrongdoings and mistakes over the years. She saw how wicked they could be, and how biassed they were.