Sky's P.O.V.

I screamed a blood chilling, deadly sounding scream as the weight of the sky began to push me down. I've been dealing with this crap for five days, and now it catches up on me!? Typical.

I saw two figures run up the hill- James and Fred. What..

What the fucking hell?

I managed to smile as I heard Thalias Indian yell. You know, the one where you putyourhand over your mouth, and move it to and from a bunch of times?

She smiled as she caught my smile, and then here yes widened, like she just realised what me and Annabeth were holding.

Oh, thanks for being so freaking observant. I'll be send Thalia a thank you card, is that alright? I might even throw in a gift card. Yea, yea, actually, this is a joke. I'm not giving you a card.

Anyway!

I felt strong arms pick up the huge rock sky thingy. Fred and James.

They, and Percy picked up the sky! Aww! I smiled, and waved. I exited, and wit Annabeth, we joined the fight.

Once my sword was out of my LOL bracelet, and Annabeth had her dagger and hangout, we got eachothers backs. I saw a girl with a pretty crown fighting, and Grover.

"My names Zoe! And... Look! Thats not.." "I think, Zoe, it is..." Annabeth replied.

I sighed.

"OKAY, COME ON!" I yelled.

Thalia rolled her eyes.

I saw Angelina, George, Hermione, Ron, and James parents. I waved, and smiled.

They waved back. George, Ron, and Harry smiled. Hermione, Angelina, and Ginnys eyes widened.

"WHAT THE HELL SKY! ARE YOU ADD!?" Annabeth screamed.

"YES, ACTUALLY!" she sighed.

I got back to fighting.

My favorite nephew then came.

Luke.

"Hello. Smith. Chase. Grace. Underwood. Zoe. Jackson." I growled.

"Hey, bitch. Chase? Grace? Since when did you call Thalia and Annabeth that?" I exclaimed. "Since last summer." I rolled my eyes. "So, thats the end, Luke." "how?"

I smirked. I raised my sword.

"Because you... You will.." I began my long, courageous, awesome speech.

"Luke, you are a bitch." I began, my tone rising, getting extremely pissed.

Everything, the whole battle stopped. And, everybody, I mean everybody tuned in, and listened to us.

"You have never known any love. No- your mother loves you. But you don't really love anyone. I saw her, in those stupid demi-god dreams. Sheket making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, cookies, and juice to pack in a lunch. There was so many brown paper bags, all with your name on them. She was waiting for you to come back- and have lunch. But you never came, and you never will."

"have you ran away? I did, and I was successful."I shuddered.

"nine or ten times. And I've always been caught. My mom has never cared for me, but your mom cares for you. I don't betray my friends or family." "neither do I." "yet, you have, nephew." he smiled an evil smile.

"well... Perhaps, you should meet our newest follower." out of the shadows, came my mom.

I faltered, as everybody watched, still. I could tell Fred wanted some popcorn.

"Mom? M-m-mom?" I stuttered. "yes, my sweet."

Mom looked healthy- like she did when I was young. When I was five, I mean. She smiled at me.

"The hospital told me-" "the hospital was wrong." "why are you-"

"with Kronous? He has so many good offers, my sweet. Riches, love, purity, goodness of the world, half breeds will be gone..the gods.. Your father will be gone. He left."

My anger flared up.

"He had to! He loved you- and he still does! He left us so we could be protected." "My sweet, my sweet, sweet sweet." she slowly walked towards me, and stroked astrand of my jet black hair.

"You have some lovely hair from your father. His eyes as well... But my skin tone... So pretty. So smart...."

I scoffed.

"We could use you. Always in need of pretty girls." "have you noticed, though, mom-" I began.

"that the pretty girls ALWAYS go first?" she sadly smiled. "Always. Excep those on our side."

"I'm not joining." "my sweet... But.. Your hair... Your hairs the symbol of who you are... Jet black, much like Zeus hair, and the longness of it, for me.. A former model with long hair."

She twirled it.

"I remember when you always asked me to do it for you, your hair. You always looks so lovely with those curls, buns, and braids.." she softly said, but loud enough so everybody could hear.

"and then.. You grew out of it. My sweet, my sweet little girl cut it off." I growled. I growled a curse word under my breath.

"So short... Up to your chin... And you had Gracie, my hair stylist do it. You showed her a picture.." I face palmed.

Not this card.

Again!

"it was to your chin, whisped everywhere. Now.. It's so beautiful.. Down to your chest... Layered... Little side bangs.. Out of that ugly rocker phase.. Does she.. Percy, dear, pink?" he rolled his eyes.

"No, of course not." he muttered. Mom smiled sadly.

"always.. Never worn pink. Never in your life. You thought it was ugly.." "it still is." I scoffed.

"That's why, I presume.. You wear so much.." "black?" Thalia asked, standing next to me.

"Why, of course, black." "because it's so many colours mixed together. And guess what? I despise everything you love, fashion wise, and style wise."

BURN!

Luke shoved her out of the way, and got to Percy. They fought, and fought against eachother. James and Fred cleverly tricked Atlas into holding the sky again, and Atlas, he killed Zoe..

His daughter.

Before I could do anything, I side kicked Luke down the hill. But before that, he slashed me with his sword, 'Backbitter' in my chest. By my stomach, and mphy chest. Blood soaked through my shirt. I was getting dizzy.

"IF YOU LIVE, SKYLAR ALANA PANDORA SMITH, MAY THE CURSE OF THE YOUNGEST BE WITH YOU UNTIL THE DATE, AND HOUR, AND SECOND YOU TURN EIGHTEEN!"

My mom shrieked.

Luke didn't fall, he just flashed next to me, away form the hill. Thalia ran up to me, about to push me out of the way, when she tripped on a twig, and rolled by Ron, Hermione, George, Angelina, Ginny, and Harry.

James and Fred went to help her up. She nodded in thanks.

Luke, however, raised his sword again. I picked up my own from the ground by my feet, but it was too late.

His sword slashed my back. My upper back by my neck. At least my hair was in a high bun...

Blood leaked out of my back, and some leaked out of my neck.

My mom came in. With pleasure, she took my own dagger.

My OWN dagger.

MY FREAKING DAGGER!

As the fight went on, I was pushed to the ground by some force, and I winced as I hit my head on a foot. I looked up.

"Hi, Mrs. Potter!" I waved, pain in my voice. George, Ron, Fred, James, and Harry began to move me so I wouldnt hit my head again. My mom was too quick.

She flashed away, and became a new person.

That new person was familiar.

She had jet black hair, and looked like... Me.

"meet your copy! One of you will die today!" Luke yelled.

"ONLY ONE VICTOR!"

Horse, and furious, I yelled, causing some light laughter:

"WHAT IS THIS!? THE FUCKING HUNGER GAMES!?"

Sky2 jumped on me as I quickly jumped up. I huffed as she pounced on me.

I tripped her,meolled over, and raced up. "Not so fast!" she screamed.

By the edge if the mountain, she moved me away from it, and growled with excitement.

Hmm.. I'm guessing Sky2 is the evil one?

I think I like Sky1, thanks.

As long as Sky3 doesn't come out..

KNOCK ON WOOD!!

With my own dagger she grabbed from mom, she grasped it, and stabbed my arm. I winced.

I felt something drag across my face.

The last thing that happened?

With all of my force, I used lightning, and electricity to push Kronous army (and Sky2) add the mountain, making them disappear.

Then, I swam into the blackness, unsure if I was alive, or dead.