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Percy and Kronos sent blows at each other nonstop.
Percy lost track of how long they had been fighting for eventually, as he was distracted by the scythe that was being swung at him. Although the fight was important and should have had Percy’s full attention, he couldn’t help noticing the state of the throne room.
Some of the thrones were more thrashed then others. Athena’s was missing half of the headrest to her throne, and Aphrodites only had some scratches on it, for example.
Percy was getting tired. He could feel his limbs start to protest to movement.
Kronos must have noticed this, since he said, “Getting tired already, demigod? I’m just getting started!” He somehow started to go faster which caused Percy to internally groan.
For some reason, Percy had also suddenly remembered the pile of unfinished homework on his desk back at home. Why couldn’t evil people check with his schedule before attacking? It would make things much easier for the both of them.
Percy started to slip, and honestly, if it wasn’t for the fact it was almost impossible to harm him, he’d be dead by now.
And oh, did Kronos know this.
He grabbed Percy by the arm tightly and threw him to the side.
“I will find your weak point, demigod, and I will end you. So, what are your last words?”
Percy panicked. He was cornered and Riptide was thrown to the side. Maybe he stalled long enough? Could the gods get here on time? Did he do enough?
Percy tucked his legs in. “Uh yeah, sure. Happy birthday to me, I guess,” What else did he have to say? He didn’t feel like making this dramatic with the whole, ‘you’ll never win’ kinda thing either, cause obviously this jerk was on the verge of winning.
Kronos laughed cruelly. “Killing you on your birthday? Oh the irony! I must ask though, how old are you turning, Perseus?”
“Sixteen.”
Kronos froze. “What?”
Percy frowned at him. “I’m… sixteen?”
Kronos stumbled a few steps back. “Are you…sure?”
Percy raised an eyebrow. “Uh, yeah, I feel like we established this already,”
Kronos had a confused look on his face with… something else. And honestly, if Percy didn’t know any better, he’d say it was almost concern.
“So that means you first met me—“
“Technically, when I was twelve,” Percy said still confused. After a few seconds of silence, he said, “…so are you going to get back to killing me now or..?”
“No!” Kronos exclaimed. “Oh, Chaos, no,”
Percy was getting more and more confused by the second. “What? Why?”
“Because I just found out I’ve been fighting a literal child this entire time!” Kronos exclaimed. “You’re— you’re a child. The gods sent a child to fight in a war against a deity that’s over millennials old by himself?!
Percy didn’t know how to respond. “I— why do you care? And wasn’t it obvious?”
Kronos grimaced. “No! You always acted so mature, I— well, I thought you simply looked young!”
“My therapist tells me it’s a trauma response.” Percy said with a shrug.
“Trauma— what? Wait, how much training have you had then?”
Percy shrugged. “I had, like, maybe a week-ish of training on my first quest. The rest is pretty much just experience.”
“You— I cannot believe this. This is ridiculous! How are you not dead yet?!”
Percy shifted on his feet, now standing up. “I don’t know. I’m just lucky.”
Kronos looked conflicted as he paced the throne room. Percy knew he should have used this to his advantage and attacked, but it felt… wrong, for some reason. “Okay. Okay, we’re going to wait for your father to come.”
Percy looked up, startled. “…what? Aren’t you going to, I don’t know, destroy Olympus or something?”
Kronos shook his head. “My throne has already been toppled, I can feel it. Might as well talk to Poseidon about why he thought it was a good idea to send a SIXTEEN YEAR OLD to fight me.”
“It technically had more to do with the prophecy though.” Percy argued.
“Yes, but wasn’t Zeus’s daughter a better option?”
“Oh, definitely, but she chose to be a hunter of Artemis instead to avoid it.”
Kronos turned to look at him. “She… what? She, knowing she has more experience and is basically older then you, pretty much just… handed over the prophecy to you so she wouldn’t have to do it?”
Percy grimaced. “Well when you put it like that—“
“No.” Kronos said firmly. “It doesn’t matter how I put it. This— this whole situation is messed up.”
Suddenly, the doors burst open. The Olympians swarmed in, holding and weapon, obviously expecting some sort of major fight.
Instead, they were greeted by a sheepish looking son of Poseidon and an annoyed yet horrified looking Kronos.
The Olympians all froze, looking confused.
Poseidon stepped forward. “Perseus, what…?”
“Ah, Poseidon, we were just talking about you.” Kronos said, stepping forward.
Poseidon looked conflicted. Zeus was looking at Percy with anger, probably thinking he betrayed them. “Father. What did you do to my son?”
“Nothing. But I was about to. You wanna known what stopped me?”
Poseidon gripped his trident tightly. “What?”
“The fact that this is a SIXTEEN YEAR OLD. And I’m guessing you are well aware of this fact which makes things worse.”
Poseidon looked confused. “You— you can’t seriously be lecturing me about this when you ATE ME when I was born.”
Kronos rolled his eyes. “I was young,”
“No you weren’t!”
“But what matters now is that you put a literal child into war. What, are you going to say that the rest of the soldiers are kids too?” When no one responded, Kronos’ eyes widened as he looked around at all of them. “You’re telling me ALL of you sent children into war? Seriously? What is wrong with you people?! This is why you need new management!”
Zeus stepped forward now. “Enough with this, it doesn’t matter. What does matter is that you have been beat and-“
“Doesn’t matter? Sure, your daughter may basically be immortal, but what of your son?”
Percy looked up from where he was playing with the dirt with his shoe. “What? Zeus has another kid?”
“Hush child, the adults are speaking.” Kronos said in an attempt to fix the situation as he realized Perseus didn’t know about the Romans.
“No, I may be sixteen but I’ve done a hell of a lot. I stabbed Ares when I was twelve! I blew up Mount Helen! What the fuck are you talking about?” Percy demanded.
“Language!”
Percy’s eye twitched. “Oh you little bitch-“