Percy Jackson And Sadie Kane: A Forbidden Love

Chapter 51: The Battle of Britain

Percy pov

The war was nearing to an end. Gaea, Apophis and Setne were coming towards our base. Kronos was heading to London to take care of Filip. I had called him and told him "Filip, Kronos is coming to you. Do you need any help?"

Filip answered "No. I'm going to do something that will make him feel lots of pain."

"What would that be?"

"I'm going to fight Kronos using guns." I was shocked. Nobody had ever thought of fighting Kronos with 21st century weapons.

Filip pov

I was getting soldiers ready for battle. I called the Serbian Army back into action, relieving them of their suspension. They got to London in 3 hours, and took up positions on the major bridges, and strategical positions. I chose Dover castle as my base of operations since it was strategically placed. Soon the battle of Britain would start in London.

Timeskip- Battle of Britain- london

3rd person pov

The city is littered with weapons, carnage and shells. Red, black and gray are the new colors of what was once a bustling city, which has now become the stage of a terrible battle.
The air which would normally carry the sound of working people and large tools is now a barrage of sounds of explosions, war cries and the screams of the wounded, there's no coming back from this.

Two trained armies fight each other for supremacy, but it's starting to become clear which side will win. The wounded of the losing side lay in heaps across the city and the faces of the fighters are grim with exhaustion and sorrow, but they refuse to give up.

With a certainty of victory the winning side pushes on and on. Some have succumbed to panic and are mumbling things about home and family, while others fight by only focusing on their enemy and not the carnage around them.

The toll on both nature and humanity is devastating. It'll likely take years before this city will have recovered. It's clear metal, broken siege engines and weaponry have taken the place of buildings, monuments and parks.

Filip's army moved towards Falkirk in  Scotland, where William Wallace first defeated the English in 1298. When they arrived they took up positions.

The battle of Falkirk began and lasted 6 hours.

The field is littered with bodies, wounded fighters and weapons. Red, black and gray are the new colors of what was once a quiet, green field, which has now become the stage of a ruthless battle.
The air which would normally be fresh and smell of nature's wonders is now carrying a thick, black smoke and small embers, a sight of pure nightmares.

An army and a rebellion fight each other for supremacy, but there's no hint of which side will win. The dead of one side are spread around the field and the faces of the fighters are hopeful with victory in mind and boots stepping firmly, they fight their enemy in an equal battle.

With the chaos of battle concealing any sense of victory or defeat the other side ferociously battles their enemies. Some have succumbed to panic and are hiding or running away from the fight, while others fight merely for the sake of survival.

The toll on both nature and humanity is disastrous. It'll likely take years before this field will have recovered. It's clear gore, explosion holes and metal have taken the place of shrubs, trees and bushes.

In the battle of Falkirk, the titan of time, Kronos, fell by Filip's hand. The demigods and magicians had won the war. Now celebration was in order.