'BOLD' = Fates
'Italics' = memories
Fates Flashbacks
I started dreaming, there sitting before me, were the three Fates looking exactly the same as they had when I first saw them. I could almost believe that I was twelve again, aimlessly staring across that one highway. To be honest, they scared me a little; they were like the nice old grandmas who offer you cookies in movies and then turn into flesh eating zombies who want to devour your brains.
I shook my head, damn ADHD. Then they spoke in union 'Relive your past, face your life, find your destiny, become what you are meant to be'.
Well that didn't make me want to crap my pants, I thought sarcastically. Suddenly, I felt a hook around my naval and was pulled into darkness, I saw my memories, my life flash before my eyes.
Mrs Dodds spun towards me with a murderous look in her eyes.
My knees were jelly. My hands were shaking so bad I almost dropped the sword.
She snarled, 'Die, honey!'
And she flew straight at me.
Absolute terror ran through my body. I did the only thing that came naturally: I swung the sword.
'Good luck,' one of the campers told me. 'Luke's the best swordsman in the last three hundred years'. I tried the disarming manoeuvre. My blade hit the base of Luke's and I twisted, putting my whole weight into a downward thrust.
Clang.
Luke's sword rattled against the stones. The tip of my blade at his undefended chest.
More and more memories swirled around me. Fighting Hyperion, battling Luke again, wiping out Hades and a quarter of his army with just my sword after my dip in the River Styx, and so many more. Then the hook was back at my naval pulling me towards another set of memories.
I wonder if the Fates ran their own amusement park.
I tossed her the helmet, which she caught in surprise.
'Return that to Lord Hades,' I said. 'Tell him the truth. Tell him to call of the war.'
She hesitated, and then ran a forked tongue over her green, leathery lips. 'Live well, Percy Jackson. Become a true hero.
'Perseus Jackson, the greatest hero of the age' announced Poseidon, staring at me with a kind of fierce pride in his eyes.
More and more memories came, some of which were not my own such as; the twelve labours of Heracles, the deadly arrow piercing Achilles' heel, Luke sacrificing himself for the world, and a mysterious blond-haired purple-wearing boy combating the titan Krios.
I felt the pull on my naval again and wondered if this was what Dorothy felt like in The Wizard of OZ.
Kronos's weapon appeared in his hands – a two-metre-long scythe, half celestial bronze, half mortal steel. Just looking at the thing made my knees turn to Jell-O. But before I could change my mind I charged. Time slowed down. I mean literally slowed down, because Kronos had that power. I felt like I was moving through syrup. My arms were so heavy I could barely raise my sword. Kronos smiled, swirling his scythe at normal speed and waiting for me to creep towards my death. I tried to fight his magic. I concentrated on the sea around me – the source of my power. I'd got better at channelling it over the years, but now nothing seemed to happen.
I took another slow step forward. Giants jeered. Dracaenae hissed with laughter.
Hey, ocean, I pleaded. Any day now would be good. Suddenly there was a wrenching pain in my gut and I started moving at normal speed, striking Kronos while he watched dumbfounded at my sudden speed. I had broken the time spell.
I was in the courtyard within my dad's palace. The pearls on the walls reflected the sea water making a beautiful and otherworldly sheen to the area. Seaweed was placed in patterns around us, Dad and I. He looked at me with a kind fierce pride. The only thing that ruined the image was the earth shattering booms and the churning of sea water as Oceanus attacked.
"Percy, do not feel guilty," Poseidon pleaded. "You've done the best you could" he said, "better than any other demi-god could even hope to accomplish. It took usyearsto be able to overcome Kronos' time magic".
Once again images plagued me, my battle with Kronos on Olympus, fighting the Minotaur...
Time seeming to decrease exponentially. The great days in olden times that I knew absolutely nothing about.
Do I really look that awesome in battle?
Was the last thought that flittered across my brain before the pain came, overwhelming me.
I gladly embraced the darkness as it stole me from my torment.
Author notes: Hope you like it. I put a lot of time and effort into this story
