PROLOGUE
In the midst of the first titan war, I was a hero. I lashed my way through to many battles to count. Right now, it's raining-pouring hard- soaking through my battle armor and plastering my black hair to my
scalp. I slash my crystal sword then duck, and jump knee-deep into the restless ocean, let out a battle cry and send a fifty-foot tall wave hurtling towards the enemies. Kronos knows what the heck they
were, but I was able to take them down. After all, I am the son of Oceanus-Titan of the sea. Suddenly a figure appeared out of the rainy mist. I couldn't tell which god it was, but he appeared to be
looking for something- or someone. When he turned to look in my direction, a lightning bolt appeared in his left hand. Oh crap. It's Zeus! I definitely knew the fates were not on my side when I heard him
say, "So, you're the one called Caleb?" I tried to think of something brave and heroic to say in my final moments, (Maybe along the lines of 'Ya') but all I could manage was a little whimpering sound.
Thunder rumbled, and I could have sworn the gods were laughing at me. But hey, how manly a thing can you say when facing the king of the gods? Don't blame me; after all, I was only fourteen. The last
thing I saw was Zeus raising his lightning bolt before everything went black.