Silver Water (Percy Jackson and Red Queen crossover)

I get a Cheerleader Wake-Up Call

A/N: Hey guys, I'm back from Orlando, Florida. Marching down Main Street on Sunday was fun, the rest of that particular day was shit. For those who didn't see my announcement on Monday, go to Galaxy's Edge if you ever go to Disney World or Disneyland. I highly recommend checking it out, even if you aren't a Star Wars fan. Anyways, this chapter is dedicated to PotatoQueen273. 

Now, on with the story.

Percy's POV:

I couldn't see anything, which is strange since demigods almost never go a night without dreams or nightmares.

Then someone speaks, a boy, I assume, from the sound of their voice. "I helped plan it," he says. I recognize the voice, but I can't identify who it belongs to. I hope that whatever he's talking about isn't one of Kronos's plans, but with my luck it probably is.

"And the shooting?" a different voice asks. The voice belongs to King Tiberias, I've heard him on enough broadcasts to know it's him speaking. But his tone is different; it's threaded with shock, disbelief, and betrayal; like someone just told him that Santa Clause doesn't really exist.

"I chose the targets," the voice responds, completely emotionless.

"Οποιαδήποτε λέξη από τον κατάσκοπο μας μέσα στο παλάτι?" Kronos's voice asks. (Translation: Any word from our spy inside the palace?)

"Ναι, Κύριέ μου. Το σχέδιό της ήταν επιτυχές, το αγόρι ασχολείται με την Αννάβετ," another boy's voice said. He spoke in greek, which only further led me to believe that the plan the first boy spoke of was one of Kronos's plans. (Translation: Yes, My Lord. Her plan was successful, the boy is engaged to Annabeth.)

"Πολύ καλός. Όλα συμβαίνουν όπως το σχεδίασα," Kronos replied. "Οι θεοί σύντομα θα πέσουν και οι τιτάνες θα ανέβουν και πάλι." (Translation: Very good. Everything is happening as I planned it. The gods will soon fall and the titans will rise once more.)

"Κύριε? Τι κάνουμε τώρα που το αγόρι είναι εκεί που τον θέλουμε?" (Translation: Sir? What do we do now that the boy is where we want him?)

"Kelli," Kronos said, calling for my least favorite empousa. (Translation: Kelli.)

"Κύριέ μου?" (Translation: My Lord?)

"Πηγαίνετε στο Summerton και φέρτε το αγόρι σε μένα," Kronos ordered. "Ζωντανός," he added. (Translation: Go to Summerton and bring the boy to me. Alive.)

There was a slight pause, then Kronos asked; "Οποιαδήποτε νέα σχετικά με την απόσπαση της προσοχής στη δύση?" (Translation: Any news on the distraction in the west?)

"Κινούμαστε προς τον Όλυμπο καθώς μιλάμε." (Translation: It's moving towards Olympus as we speak.)

"Καλός. Αυτοί οι θεοί δεν θα ξέρουν τι συνέβη σε αυτούς όταν εισβάλλουμε και καταστρέψουμε τον Όλυμπο." (Translation: Good. Those gods won't know what hit them when we invade and destroy Olympus.)

Suddenly I'm in a small town as a fiery tornado hits, wreaking havoc. I can sort of make out the form of arms, hands, legs, and a face. The figure appears to be swatting at little specks of gold in the sky that are flying around it like fleas do to a dog. Lightning strikes at the figure. Zeus's lightning, I realize. The little gold specks are the gods fighting the thing in the storm. This must be the distraction Kronos was talking about.