And here it is...

The final battle. And, most likely, the last chapter. Should I do an epilogue?

And I apologize for the glaring mistake in the last chapter. For the sake of me, let's all just pretend that he shot a crossbow...

Enjoy, folks.

[This chapter is dedicated to a man I valued above every man on the planet. I never met him, but his work, his enthusiasm, his drive to work, and even the WAY he worked... These stories found their way to me through his coworkers, and I cherish them. The loss of Monty was a loss to the universe.

Rest forever in solace, Monty Oum, June 22, 1981 - February 1, 2015. We will live brighter in your name.]

I was sitting under the surface of the ocean as a boat slowly crept past me. I was a distraction so my companion, Charles Beckendorf of Hephaestus Cabin, could plant explosives and run.

My body shifted, and the currents pulled me towards the rear of the boat, where I made ice form on the propellers. The machine ground to a halt, and I was quick to remove them.

It was then I was thankful that I'd worn her Yankee's cap, because I looked up and saw a pair of monsters staring at the water. One of them shoved the other over the edge, and the monster was crushed by my control of the water the second it was fully submerged.

I shot out of the water on a spout, before I blasted the ship's deck with a torrent of water. The enchanted ship began to rock, and I began to mix some chunks of ice into the torrent.

A pair of cloven hooves hit the deck, and took off again, and I knew Chuck was on the move.

Unfortunately, not even a minute later, a pair of golden eyes emerged. Hate waged a bitter war against amusement in those disgusting orbs, and I was literally repulse by the wave of power that erupted from the body of Luke Castellan.

My body smashed into the water and I felt my ribs, which were made to take a beating from monsters because of the Godly blood in my veins, crack against the hypertension of the water's surface.

Damn you surface tension.

My cracked ribs began to heal, and I pulled myself out of the water. The boat began to rock hard as a storm formed above me and a maelstrom began to form below me.

As the sky and sea spun in synchronized motions, I raised my arm. Two dozen ice lances rose from the water, and they pierced the boat effortlessly.

I saw one hit Kronos right in the face, only for it to shatter on impact.

A monster came up, bleeding but otherwise fine, holding Chuck in it's arms. The bag was on it's back.

"My lord, we caught this one in the kitchens," it hissed. Kronos smiled, an ugly feature on the pretty boy's face.

The monster opened the bag, and dumped it's contents onto the deck.

Peach cans.

The smile disappeared from Kronos's face.

"Did you, perchance, catch this demigod heading towards the engine room," he asked. His teeth were grinding together, a sound that made me happy.

Chuck held up a single finger and pointed discreetly at his watch.

I nodded, and whistled. The grey Pegasus he'd rode in on swooped down, and gripped his collar with his teeth.

A black scythe stabbed it in the neck. I felt the equestrian die, and winced.

"Run," Charles yelled at me as he pressed the button on his watch that would detonate the Greek Fire bombs on the ship.

The ship exploded in a green fire. I felt rage well up inside me, and the maelstrom below me pulled the wreckage of the ship faster.

Kronos had flashed out just before he'd pressed the button.

A scream of frustration tore itself from my throat, and I vanished under the water, heading back to camp alone.

Percy's face was one of rage and sorrow when he landed on the shore.

The entire camp had gathered, but Percy ignored them all. He looked directly at Charles's girlfriend, Silena, who gasped when he shook his head.

A somber atmosphere enveloped the camp.

"Why have you come to me, demigod," Hephaestus asked. Percy's face was devoid of emotion as he stared at the god.

"Because I need an arm that will surpass my old arm. One I can use to destroy Kronos for every demigod that died in this war because of him." Hephaestus tapped his smoldering beard, losing himself in thought.

His arm suddenly began moving to grab a pencil, and sketched an entire design out in seconds.

The design was shown to Percy, who nodded and grinned.

"This is perfect, my lord," he said. Hephaestus grinned back.

"Two weeks. Give me two weeks, and you'll have your arm."

Two weeks passed slowly for Percy. He spent them with Claire and Ali, but it was still slow.

He was thankful they hadn't made such a big deal over his lack of an arm. Sure, they teased him, and occasionally Thalia would wrap her arms around both of them and grin at Percy with a teasing wink, but they were surprisingly blasé about it.

It may have had something to do with the fact that they were demigods, and that he'd at least survived the volcano, but Percy didn't care.

He found himself back in Hephaestus's Workshop on Olympus the second the two weeks were up.

"Punctual," Hephaestus commented dryly. The blacksmith vanished for a moment, and reappeared with a box the size of a human arm.

"Here. I got some cool features added to it that I figured would help you out," he said.

Percy opened the box, and his eyes widened.

The arm was a pure black metal skeleton, with a myriad of colors surrounded the metal. The arm was enchanted by Apollo to become his actual arm when it was first put on. He wouldn't feel pain in it, and could use it every bit as well as his real arm. The fingers moved, and the arm bent. The fingertips were adorned with claws that could be retracted, and there was a slot in each knuckle where a blade was hidden.

Percy bowed to Hephaestus.

"And for free, here's some advice. A bath in the river of branches would be advantageous. The Enemy has done so," the god said after he helped Percy get the arm attached.

Percy bowed again, but his smart mouth ran away from him.

"And subtlety is obviously not your strong point," he said. Hephaestus laughed, and smiled.

"No. That's more Athena's job than my own."

Percy spent a month practicing with the new arm at camp. The colors were actually blessing from the gods, he found out. Athena, Zeus, Ares, Apollo, Artemis, Hestia, and Hades had blessed his arm with their powers. He could now call on a shield of shadows, throw fireballs, energy arrows, and bolts of lightning, as well as heal people and be a much better war general.

He'd also taken a bath in the River Styx. His weak spot was small, barely the size of a pencil, and was located on the exact centre of the palm of his hand.

The Titan-hosting demigod of Olympus had also found that bathing in the Styx granted him access to all of Chryos's powers, and not just Ice Manipulation. He was hardly experienced with them, but he knew his way around them.

Things were beginning to look like they favored Olympus.

Thalia bit her lip as she sat in her cabin, deep in thought.

She looked up at the statue of her dad, and frowned.

"Dad, if you've got any advice for me, it'd be appreciated," she said. The statue's lifeless eyes sparked, and color coated the marble.

Clarisse was having a very similar problem, but she knew her dad would be useless in this regard. Which is why she sat in Silena's room in Aphrodite's cabin, next to Silena.

"So. Why did the big bad Clarisse la Rue need to see little old me," Silena asked.

"Well, Thalia and I... We may have spent a night with Perce," she said. The daughter of Aphrodite's face lit up like an LED light.

A squeal was heard throughout the camp.

Zeus looked at his daughter's beet red face, unsure if he should glare at her or destroy Percy entirely.

He'd never had daughters with this issue before. Athena and Artemis were sworn off physical relationships with men, and brain children were much different from demigod children.

Thalia had buried her face in her hands when her dad spoke.

"Well, there are two options here, daughter. You tell Jackson, or you don't. If it weren't for the fact that I need the boy alive to defend Olympus, he'd be dead."

When Zeus returned to Olympus, he was almost immediately greeted by Ares.

"Get Jackson," Zeus asked. Ares nodded.

"Get Jackson," he said.

In his cabin, Percy suddenly felt the need to run to the ocean.

It didn't help that he was facing two angry fathers the second after he felt the urge to run.

"Jackson, Jackson, Jackson," Ares said as he cracked his neck and knuckles.

Zeus's skin sparked, and lightning crackled around his fists.

"You really should have been more careful," he said.

Percy would forever deny that the screams heard on that day were his.

The television in the Big House was showing a weather report on a freak storm that appeared in Washington and was slowly heading towards New York.

The mortals were, actually, tracking Typhon for us.

Chiron looked at us, and I sighed.

"Who's on Typhon duty," I asked him.

"The Olympians. Hades has refused to help out of spite for Zeus, who insulted him mere days ago."

Sometimes, I hate my uncles, I thought as I growled.

I looked at the other councilors at the table. Claire was glaring at Michael Yew, who was glaring back. Something had happened, and I wasn't privy to the information.

"Kronos's forces have been spotted marching from Orthrys..."

And so went the rest of the meeting of the War Council.

This was it.

I stood at the head of the demigod army, looking none too friendly, with my arms crossed and my eyes narrowed into glaring slits.

Every mortal in Manhattan was asleep. They at least had the decency to ensure that the mortals wouldn't all die horrible deaths.

"Blow the charges," I said to the nearest Hephaestus camper. The tan skinned kid nodded, and pressed a button on his watch. An explosion tore all but one bridge down, and a shield of shadows formed on my metal arm, as a blade of ice formed in my hand.

Beside me, Ares Cabin fell into phalanx.

"We may not all survive this, but I'm sure as hell taking these bastards with me," somebody said.

There was a roar of consent, and the phalanx, some two hundred shields in organized rows, moved forward. Under the bridge, the water churned violently, and wouldn't stop until I fell.

We met the enemies halfway over the bridge. Our phalanx immediately stopped, and the front line was assaulted relentlessly as the monsters impaled themselves on the spears and spiked shields of our troops.

Golden dust flew everywhere, and our phalanx began to march forward again.

There was a clamoring in the disordered ranks of the monsters, as a man with golden eyes stepped onto the battle field.

He raised his hands, and our phalanx was blasted apart by an oppressive force of magic.

Time slowed around us, just enough for the monsters to gain the upper hand, as I charged Kronos.

My shield of shadows dissipated as I thrust my arm out. A bolt of lightning slammed into the Titan's chest, going faster than he expected.

The speed of light slowed by five percent is still really fast.

The Titan king soared off the edge of the bridge, and I felt him land in the water below, though he left as soon as he could.

All around us, monsters tore into demigods.

"FALL BACK,' I shouted. The demigods who could leave were quick to do so. I drew on my powers, and threw myself into the ranks of monsters. My arm slashed as good as my sword did, and I was very quickly doused in gold dust and blood.

A gold light in front of me brought my attention to the arrival of Hyperion. I felt Chryos's rage mix with my bloodlust, and charged him. A bolt of lightning smacked into the over-sized lightbulb, and my icy replica of Anaklusmos became a shredder as it spun around me faster than the eye could see. My metal arm became coated with fire, and I smashed it into the Titan's face. Gold ichor seeped into my clothes and stained my skin, and the light Hyperion was giving off made me tingle, but I still smashed his face with my fists.

The Titan fell to the sudden and fierce onslaught of yours truly, and he exploded into divine essence the second I smashed his face into the side of the bridge.

By now, the demigods had retreated, and I spotted several silver uniforms staving off the flow of monsters.

I darted towards friendly forces, carving a path of dust and blood as I exited the enemy line.

"Percy! Get your ass to Olympus," somebody shouted. I nodded and wiped my nose as I pulled water from the river to the bridge. A wall of ice formed, buying some time for my comrades.

"Get the wounded out of here," I said, before I stole a moped from somebody and tore off toward Olympus.

There was absolute silence as I stepped into the massive building, and took the elevator to Olympus.

The monsters were simple to take care of. The demigods on the other side were sensible, and would surrender when things went south for them. My main worry was how the campers would be able to handle a Titan.

The elevator dinged, and I stepped out and ran to the Throne Room.

I was too late. The doors were blasted open and I could see Kronos holding a small girl by the throat.

She was passively resisting in a nonviolent manner by squirming and trying to pry his fingers from her neck.

I growled, attracting the Titan's attentions, and I felt Chryos come to the forefront of my mind and soul.

"Prepare to die, Titan Lord," our voices said from my throat. The room became chilly and both of us charged one another.

The two Titan hosts clashed, and a sonic boom erupted from the sheer speed that they took off at.

Percy and Chryos's ice sword shattered, but they threw their mechanical arm into an uppercut, taking the Titan of Time by surprise. His weapon was thrust to the side, where Hestia took it from him as the Titan of Ice and his host gave the other a solid backhand.

The blades on the knuckles extended, and they stabbed them into Kronos's eyes, shocking him with a lightning bolt. The Titan of Time landed in Hephaestus's throne, and was electrocuted for it. Another bolt of lightning sent him into Zeus's throne, where he was instantly repulsed by a blast of lightning.

The gold eyes of Kronos faded, showing only as flecks in the blue eyes of Luke Castellan.

"P-Percy! I ne-need one of y-your daggers," Luke said. After a brief glance to the goddess, the standing Titan host threw one of his daggers at the other Titan host, who stabbed himself in the armpit.

There was a flash of golden light, and Percy knew Kronos was sent back to Tartaros.

Olympus shook, and Percy looked down from the mountain to see a massive ugly motherfucker standing in the Hudson.

He took a running leap off the mountain, claws extending as he landed on Typhon's skin. Five cuts began to appear on the leathery skin as Percy slid down, and five massive chains of ice formed from the river, and tugged the Father of Monsters out to sea. They latched onto his wrists, ankles, and neck.

The sea rushed forward, and grabbed Typhon as well, and the tired gods renewed their assault on the giant monster. Lightning slammed into the giant as Percy began to climb inside the beast, and scaled it's organs to the heart. There was a flare of white-ish gold light from Typhon's heart, and Typhon fell over, paralyzed.

Ice crystals formed on the skin of the monstrous progenitor of monsters, and his skin became slightly blue hued.

Below the fallen body of Typhon, Hades opened a portal to Tartaros.

The body fell through before the gods realized what just happened.

Percy groaned as he opened his eyes. The area around him was pure black.

In front of him stood a man. The man had snowy white hair and icy blue eyes that seemed to glow with power. He wore a light blue fur trimmed cloak, and a white shirt under that, alongside some white pants and matching white boots.

"Hello, Percy. It's nice to see you with my own eyes, without my eyes. Mostly," the man said. Percy recognized the voice immediately.

"CHRYOS," he asked. The man winced, and nodded.

"Not for much longer, I'm afraid. See, you did something the God of Stupidity would call dumb. You tapped into too much godly power. Mine, to be specific. Your body burned up, but Typhon did die. My aura freezes things, and you essentially flash froze his heart. But, nonetheless... You're dead."

Percy paused, frozen in shock.

Then he began to struggle. He began to look for a way out, and his actions became frantic.

"This is your mind, Percy. What's left of it, at any rate. You won't find a way out except for my way," Chryos said, catching his host's attention instantly.

"Your way?"

The Titan nodded.

"You take over my domains for me, and replace me. This means, though, that you'll be a Titan. Immortal and undying, and you'll have the responsibility of reforming the Orthyric Consul," he said.

Percy fell into thought.

"Your lovers are being made into gods for the efforts they made in the battle. They took down two Titans each, Pallas, Prometheus, Atlas, and Crius."

The deal was synched then and there.

Thalia and Clarisse looked at one another, and sighed as they sat in Poseidon Cabin.

Neither noticed the other doing it, but both girls were lightly holding themselves.

Both girls suddenly noticed what they other was doing, and looked at one another with wide eyes.

"You too," they asked at the same time. They nodded in sync as well.

Both girls smiled sadly and held one another on Percy's bed.

"When Frosty gets back, he's in so much trouble," they said together.

There was a slight pause as Percy digested the news he'd just received.

He'd been able to Iris Message his girls once he regained consciousness, and had a bombshell dropped on his head.

The new Titan of Ice and the Cold was due to be a father in less than a half year.

He looked at the literally icy room, and vowed to get his new powers under control.

That's why he was in Alaska, trying to control his powers.

He wouldn't be able to be near anyone unless he wanted them dead.

Percy sat down again and drew his power in. He would get this or die trying.

Far below the surface of the earth, in an underground city, the Earth's personification's eyes opened from her long sleep. Dust fell from her skin as she stood, her age belied by the supernatural beauty she had about her.

The earth responded to her every though, and soon, an army of stone golems had formed before her.

The daughter of Nyx fell onto a throne of dirt, exhausted from using her power so soon after waking up.

She felt her eyes droop, and she slowly slid into a nap.

AND CUT!

Done!

There may or may not be a sequel. It depends on how I can make Gaia badass without dooming the world.

R&R!