✔ | [1] 𝒞𝒶𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝒸 | ᴘᴇʀᴄʏ ᴊᴀᴄᴋꜱᴏɴ

𝓁𝒾𝓍. Paul shows them his moves

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I will meet you at the graveyard

Where you lay down, where you stay now

Faced up, cold heart, no longer by my side now

Wish we were together; now, I don't know when I'll see you

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⚔ Helena gazed at the world around her. 

They were too late. 

Campers and Hunters lay wounded on the ground. Her sister and her chariot were frozen in a block of ice, likely thanks to a Hyperborean giant. The centaurs were nowhere to be seen. Either they'd panicked and run, or they'd been disintegrated.

The Titan army ringed the building, standing maybe ten metres from the doors. Kronos's vanguard was in the lead—Levente, the dracaena queen in her green armour and two Hyperboreans. She couldn't see didn't see Prometheus. The idiot gift-giver was probably hiding back at their headquarters.

Kronos himself stood right in front with his scythe in hand. The only thing standing in his way was...

"Chiron," Annabeth said, her voice trembling.

If Chiron heard them, he didn't answer. He had an arrow notched, aimed straight at Kronos's face.

Helena went to step forward but winced lightly and clutched her side. Fuck, stupid Levi and his stupid dagger. Stupid jealous demigods and her stupid mid-grade sword.

"We need to get back up there," Helena mutters to Percy, but the boy is too busy watching Chiron.

As soon as Kronos saw Percy, his gold eyes flared. Helena felt him tense beside her, every muscle in his body freezing. Then his gaze found her, and she felt a chill settle over her bones. Then, the Titan lord turned his attention back to Chiron.

"Step aside, little son."

Hearing Luke call Chiron his son was weird enough, but Kronos put contempt in his voice like son was the worst word he could think of.

"I'm afraid not." Chiron's tone was steely calm—the way he gets when he's really angry.

Helena tried to move, but her feet felt like they were super glued to the ground. Annabeth, Grover, Ethan, Percy, and Thalia were straining, too, like they were just as stuck.

"Chiron!" Annabeth said. "Look out!"

The dracaena queen became impatient and charged. Chiron's arrow flew straight between her eyes, and she vaporised on the spot, her empty armour clattering to the tarmac.

Chiron reached for another arrow, but his quiver was empty. He dropped the bow and drew his sword. He hated fighting with a sword. It was never his favourite weapon.

Kronos chuckled. He advanced a step, and Chiron's horse half-skittered nervously. His tail flicked back and forth.

"You're a teacher," Kronos sneered. "Not a hero."

"Luke was a hero," Chiron said. "He was a good one until you corrupted him."

"FOOL!" Kronos's voice shook the city. "You filled his head with empty promises. You said the gods cared about me!"

"Me," Chiron noticed. "You said me."

Kronos looked confused, and at that moment, Chiron struck. It was a good manoeuvre—a feint followed by a strike to the face. Helena couldn't have done better herself, but Kronos was quick. He had all of Luke's fighting skills, which, according to everyone, was a lot.