Heir of a Titan - Book 2 PJO

Chapter 37: I Try to Rotisserie Roast Some Fellow Campers.

Will was ushering me down the hall when a door at the end of the hall flew open and Annabeth was pulling a still half asleep Percy behind her.

"Come on Seaweed Brain!"

They stopped and looked around as we can hurrying down the halls. I was doing my best to do up the arm guards as I walked.

"Annabeth? How are you feeling?"

"Fine." She signed, answering Will's question.

"You're going to need every person you have," she said. "I just looked in my shield. There's an army-"

"Heading south into Central Park," I said.

Percy looked at me and raised a sleepy eyebrow, "dream?"

I nodded. Annabeth and Will both looked back and forth between us. Percy quickly explained the dream. I did notice however, he left out Ethan's speculation about Luke fighting Kronos inside his body. He glanced at me and I saw a slight fleck of guilt. But I didn't feel bad, I didn't want to get Annabeth's hopes up.

I didn't tell them of my dreams, the ones if Raph and Selina and I left out the vision of May Castellan, because it was too disturbing to talk about.

"Do you think Ethan suspects about your weak spot?" she asked Percy as Well ushered us over to the elevator.

"I don't know," Percy admitted. "He didn't tell Kronos anything, but if he figures it out-"

"I won't let him." I cut him off.

"I'll bonk him on the head harder next time," I suggested.

I scoffed. "I'll skewer him. Maybe some charbroiled Nakamura..."

Annabeth and Percy both looked at me slightly worried. Will was used to my angry moods, especially in the mornings (or in this case, night.)

"Any idea what surprise Kronos was talking about?" Will asked, breaking the awkward silence as we waited for the elevator.

Percy and I both shook our heads.

"I didn't see anything in the shield," Annabeth added. "but I don't like surprises."

"Agreed."

The elevator doors finally dinged open and we all liked in. It took a minute for the thing to go down to the main floor. Will seemed agitated. I frowned at him.

"Dude. Chill. Your making me nervouse!" I scolded him.

"Sorry." He signed back. He was bouncing on his toes. And drumming his fingers. He was chewing his lip, and pressing them together like he was trying to either hold his breath or hold something inside. Annabeth also kept glancing at me. I didn't like this.

Thalia and the other head counselors were waiting for us at the Reservoir. The lights of the city were blinking on at twilight. I guess a lot of them were on automatic timers. Streetlamps glowed around the shore of the lake, making the water and trees look even spookier.

"They're coming," Thalia confirmed, pointing north with a silver arrow, before continuing her ASL. "One of my scouts just reported they've crossed the Harlem River. There was no way to hold them back. The army..." She shrugged. "It's huge."

"We'll hold them at the park, Percy," I signed. "Grover, you ready?"

He nodded. "As ready as we'll ever be. If my nature spirits can stop them anywhere, this is the place."

A very old, fat satyr pushed through the crowd, stumbling over his own spear. He was dressed in wood-bark armor that only covered half of his belly.

"Leneus?" Percy signed, he looked confused.