08-Who's Afraid Of Little Old Me?

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PERCY'S DREAM

"Nakamura" he called. "The master would like to
speak to you."

"Something wrong?" Ethan stood up warily.

"You'll have to ask him" Prometheus smiled.

"Nice knowing you" One of the other demigods snickered.

Ethan readjusted his sword belt and headed into the warehouse.

There was a hole in the roof. Statues of terrified people stood frozen in midscream. In the snack bar area, the picnic tables had been moved aside. Right between the soda dispenser and a warmer stood a golden throne.

Kronos lounged on it, his scythe across his lap. He wore jeans and a T-shirt, and with his brooding expression he looked almost human. Then Luke saw Ethan, and his face contorted into a very inhuman smile. His golden eyes glowed:

"Well, Nakamura. What did you think of the diplomatic mission?"

"I'm sure Lord Prometheus is better suited to speak—" Ethan hesitated.

"But I asked you."

Ethan's good eye darted back and forth, noting the guards that stood around Kronos.

"I... I don't think Jackson will surrender. Ever"

"Anything else you wanted to tell me?" Kronos nodded.

"N-no, sir."

"You look nervous, Ethan."

"No, sir. It's just... I heard this was the lair of—"

"Medusa? Yes, quite true. Lovely place, eh? Unfortunately, Medusa hasn't reformed since Jackson killed her, so you needn't worry about joining her collection. Besides, there are much more dangerous forces in this room" Kronos looked over at a Laistrygonian giant, who was munching noisily on some french fries. Kronos waved his hand and the giant froze. A french fry hung suspended in midair halfway between his hand and his mouth "Why turn them to stone, when you can freeze time itself?"

His golden eyes bored into Ethan's face.

"Now, tell me one more thing. What happened last night on the Williamsburg Bridge?"

Ethan trembled. Beads of perspiration were popping up on his forehead.

"I... I don't know, sir."

"Yes, you do." Kronos rose from his seat. "When you attacked Jackson, something happened. Something was not quite right. The girl, Annabeth, jumped in your way?"

"She wanted to save him"

"But he is invulnerable" Kronos said quietly "You say that yourself."

"I can't explain it. Maybe she forgot."

"She forgot" Kronos said. "Yes, that must've been it. Oh dear, I forgot my friend is invulnerable and took a knife for him. Oops. Tell me, Ethan, where were you aiming when you stabbed at Jackson?"

Ethan frowned. He clasped his hand as if he were holding a blade, and mimed a thrust.

"I'm not sure, sir. It all happened so fast. I wasn't aiming for any spot in particular."

Kronos's fingers tapped the blade of his scythe.

"I see" he said in a chilly tone. "If your memory improves, I will expect a report"

"You!" Kronos pointed his scythe at a dracaena with green armor and a green crown. "Queen Sess, is it?"

"Yesssss, my lord."

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