Chapter One

Kren paced back and forth. Six steps right, six steps left, six steps right again. She just wanted this night to be over. She just wanted to go home. A quick glance at her watched made her stomach drop; she still had four hours to go. It was going to be a long, long night. It was times like this Kren wondered why she was there; why they were doing this to her. So what if she was the daughter of Zeus, he had other sons and daughters but it was her that waited on them.

She had been barely two when a man had crept into her room and night and stolen her out of the crib. The man took her to Olympus where… she didn't remember what had happened. All she knew about her past was that she had been a mistake. She turned out all wrong. They had put things into her brain to make her thing different things; to agree with them. Kren was supposed to be a mindless clone with no conscience or a mind of her own. That was what had turned out wrong. She did think for herself but, she didn't have the strength to do anything about it. She couldn't escape.

Her thoughts turned back to the task at hand. Watch the boy, follow his every step, and track his every move. That's what the Gods had told her. She needed to keep him safe from the Harpies. On their command she was supposed to capture him; take him to Olympus. They needed him for something special.

A raspy voice filled her head, "Locator check on the Subject. Report back. Over." She spun around but, no one was there. She hadn't gotten used to the new microphone. Instead of being placed into her ear it had been implanted into her head. Knowing the Gods would get impatient if she kept them waiting Kren quickly used her claws to scale the side of the townhouse. Crouching on the window sill of the boy's bedroom she peered in.

"Subject in place, returning to surveillance. Over." Kren's voice still surprised her. The low, deep voice seemed out of place on her small pixie like frame.

Again she heard a voice, this time not coming from inside her ear. Kren froze. So many times she had been told to do if this happened: hide, do anything other than be seen. Her breath caught in her throat as she stayed still and listened; nothing. A few more moments in silence reviled that it has been nothing; that the danger had past. She didn't know what would happen if anyone actually saw her. They'd probably lock her up in a zoo and never see the light of day.

Kren glanced at her refection in the boy's window. Her eyes were narrow like cats, ears protruding from her dark brown hair. She looked away. Her thoughts traveled to the picture she kept hidden in her small little room at Mount Olympus. The young little girl with golden hair, she used to be cute; adorable even. Know that was all ruined. Because of a stupid little grudge.

"Locator Check on subject. Shift over. Report Back. Over."

Kren didn't jump. Instead her body filled with hatred. She had watched that stupid little boy sleep for twelve hours. She would be back for more after a little rest.

"Subject in place. Returning. Over." She wanted to punch something. That stupid Percy Jackson.