The seven heroes years are passing by, seemingly faster than the speed of light. Someone is taking their youth in minutes, seconds almost. Who are they? What are they? And who can stop them? Kronos is asleep in his slumber. Ever wonder what he dreams of? The deeper Kronos goes into his sleep, the worse Camp Half Blood comes. A dream stronger than no other kind plays through his thoughts. Wickedness flickers against his shut eyes. Eyes that control all of time. With a wave of his mind, anything can happen. Pieces of his liver are speared across his tomb. The liver of a Titan. He walks as if without movement even in his dreams. Whispers in half-blood dreams. He may be weak in his condition, but one dream can change all that. One dream.