Theo, son of.... well he hasn't got a clue.
Theo may have never have know who was until one day a scrawny 12 year old by the name of Percy Jackson showed up on the borders of the only home half dead after killing the famous Minotaur.
That day cha...
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Chapter 50
"Oh Way Down We Go..."
Third POV
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One would think that someone would get a good night's sleep before an important quest, right? Wrong. That night in Theo's dreams, he was in the stateroom of the Princess Andromeda. The windows were open on a moonlit sea.
A cold wind rustled the velvet drapes. Luke knelt on a Persian rug in front of the golden sarcophagus of Kronos. In the moonlight, Luke's blond hair looked pure white. He wore an ancient Greek chiton and a white himation, a kind of cape that flowed down his shoulders. The white clothes made him look timeless and a little surreal, like one of the minor gods on Mount Olympus.
The last time Theo had seen him, he'd been broken and unconscious after a nasty fall from Mount Tam. Now he looked perfectly fine. Almost too healthy. "Our spies report success, my lord," he said. "Camp Half-Blood is sending a quest, as you predicted. Our side of the bargain is almost complete."
Excellent. The voice of Kronos didn't so much speak but rather pierced Theo's mind like a dagger. It was freezing with cruelty. Once we have the means to navigate, I will lead the vanguard through myself.
Luke closed his eyes as if collecting his thoughts. "My lord, perhaps it is too soon. Perhaps Krios or Hyperion should lead—"
No. the voice was quiet but absolutely firm. I will lead. One more heart shall join our cause, and that will be sufficient. At last, I shall rise fully from Tartarus.
"But the form, my lord..." Luke's voice started shaking.
Show me your sword, Luke Castellan. Luke drew his sword. Backbiter's double edge glowed wickedly—half steel, half celestial bronze. It was an evil weapon, able to kill both mortals and monsters.
You pledged yourself to me, Kronos reminded him. You took this sword as proof of your oath.
