CHAPTER 1
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Gideon Cahill looked at his collection of ambrosia and nectar. His lifeline. But he knew, that if this explosive worked, not all the nectar in the planet could save him. He looked out as Damien Vesper started coming.
"It is time..." He took out the notebooks.
Luke, Katherine, Thomas and Jane.
Caduceus, Dragon, Bear, and Wolf.
And more. Many more.
Lightning bolt. Water. Skull.
Gideon knew that this day would come. Damien Vesper was son of a Titan. Kronos.
The name alone sent a chill down Gideon's spine.
He, son of Athena, was more worried about his children. He looked at the silver coin. Silver drachma.
He had been trying to decipher it for years, but the most he understood was the owl. Athena's mark.
It was too late. Damien Vesper, son of Kronos, leader of the Vespers. The Prophecy had made sense.
But it was too late. He had to stop it all... He watched as his explosive started to heat up.
Gideon looked out, and said, facing Damien, "Eláte gia ména , Esperinós . Allá den échei si̱masía ti tha káneis ..."
Gideon smiled, as threw his copy of the Notebook into a fire, saying "Den tha párete poté to parelthón tou Gedeó̱n Lock ."
Only some would understand Gideon, who was saying, as Vesper broke in, and the explosive went off,
"Come and get me, Vesper. But no matter what you do... You'll never get past the Gideon Lock."
Percy awoke with a jolt, sweating. But somehow, he knew that someone else had the same dream. Cahill... A descendant of Gideon.