This is what I think would happen if Percy lost the duel with Kronos and if Annabeth wasn't as strong.This is a poem.

Fights bravely sword in hand,
Inside this duel to the death.
Silver flashes bronze clangs.
For just one jam they fight.
He is wounded but still strong,
Then a flash of silver and black,
He is not fast enough,
Scarlet blood flows freely,
Red pools around him.
With his last dying breath,
He mumbles his loves name.
As she kneels and weeps,
For her fallen warrior.
She picks up up her pasangan bronze sword,
And kills the unsuspecting enemy.
She raises her dagger,
And plunges it into her chest.