Guess who's back. Back again. Sorry for the enormous waiting time between chapters. I really don't have a good excuse for not updating but I'm here now.

Disclaimer: PJO belongs to Rick Riordan.

Here's my mental checklist on things I know about Kronos:

1. He can have control over my body whenever he wants to.

2. He can cut me and shock me whenever he wants to.

3. He intends on holding this oath against me no matter what.

4. He is going to bring down Olympus with me as his little puppet of destruction.

5. He can make really wicked swords (which I will be forced use to bring down Olympus with).

So far, the chances that he was a good guy were pretty slim.

One thing that you must master or die a horrible social death at a crowded camp is how to keep a calm composure while your freaking out inside.

Lucky for me, I learned that skill in my first week at Camp Half-Blood. So, needless to say, no one realized that I was freaking out while Chiron shuffled us aboard the Delphi Strawberry Service vans.

Still, even with my awesome façade, Chiron's three thousand years of teaching heroes like me helped him realize that something was up. He stopped me before I could get in the van and he pulled me aside.

"Luke, you've had a lot going on since your quest." Chiron's eye contact broke and his gaze fixed upon my scarred cheek when he said 'quest.' "This field trip will be good for you. Relax. Don't be a counselor on your vacation. Just be a camper." With that he patted my shoulder and trotted over to help Argus with our bags.

The only good thing that I'd learned was that my father wouldn't be directing our passage to the Empire State Building. Instead, we were being protected by a handful of minor gods and goddesses.

I knew that if I saw my dad, not even Kronos could hold back the rage that was staring to boil inside of me even now, just thinking of him.

All of the gods were useless and cared nothing of their children but Hermes was the worst by far. He could've at least made sure that his kids got their own cabin. Didn't he know that we hated being crammed with the undetermineds? Obviously not.

"Luke! We have to go!" Annabeth had rolled down the van's window. I didn't notice that everyone else had boarded. Oops.

Quickly, I rushed onto the van and slid into the seat Annabeth had saved for me next to her. It was good thing I could keep my poker face on to hide my embarrassment.

"Aren't you excited? You haven't left camp since your quest… um; well I haven't left camp since forever." Annabeth tried to sugar coat her faux pas but it was too late. I frowned gruesomely at the mention of my quest. "Sorry, I didn't mean to bring it up," she said with obvious regret.

I shrugged casually but I turned to face the aisle. She got the message. We rode the rest of the trip listening to other peoples' conversations but not chiming in.

As soon as the vans were all parked in front of the Empire State Building, Argus and Chiron—now in wheelchair form—started handing campers their bags or backpacks.

When I got mine, I unzipped it the tiniest bit and peeked inside. Sure enough, Backbiter was glimmering inside. I couldn't decide if I was relieved that no one discovered my illegal weapon or disappointed that no one had confiscated it. Never mind my emotion, I shouldered the pack and herded campers into the main lobby.

It wasn't crowded inside. Although it was a school day, it was too late in the afternoon for class trips and too early for office workers to be leaving. It was a good thing, too. Even with how strong the Mist was, I didn't know how we could smooth over a monster attack that was counteracted by a half-dozen minor gods.

Chiron rang the bell to get the man at the front desk's attention. "Pardon me. We'd like the key to the 600th floor please." He looked back at all of us and gave us an impish smile. (A/N Ahh Chloe! Imp!)

"Sir, there are 102 floors. There's no such… Ah, hello Chiron. You're a little early." The front desk man didn't recognize Chiron at first but an old light returned to his pale eyes when he realized who he was speaking to.

"Sorry about that. I believe we have a reservation." Chiron pointed an old, weathered finger to the man's clipboard which was written completely in ancient Greek.

After rummaging through a small drawer, the completely bald man produced a small pass key and patted Chiron on the shoulder. "Yes, yes here's the key. Take care of yourself up there."

"Come along, heroes. We have a lot to take care of before the solstice tomorrow." We were lead along to the elevator where Chiron went up with the first half of us and Argus took the rest.

Each of us stood, completely awestruck, at the ledge of a long path where we could see a tall set of stairs and then what appeared to be an ancient city the size of Manhattan but it was all clean, new, and gleaming.

Greek pavilions and arenas surrounded a palace the size of, like, five Central Parks.

I rubbed my eyes twice and chuckled at how funny the rest of the campers looked with their mouths hanging open like goldfish. Then I blushed because I noticed I was making the same face.

Chiron was the first to speak. "Shut your mouths or you'll catch immortal flies. Yes, that's the palace of the gods and, yes, we're surrounded by the gods' city but it's not going to disappear. You'll have other chances to look at it."

With that, we all blinked and walked away while occasionally taking looks of longing back at the city of eternal awesomeness.

All of the campers, Chiron, and Argus checked into the Olympus Hotel and Resort. The rooms were kind of designed for god sized people so every bed was fit for a ten-foot-tall person. We had reserved a large suite with two king-sized beds. The girls took one and the guys had the other. We each spread sleeping bags along the comforter and still had extra space.

Instead of unpacking, we all decided to live out of our suitcases. Basically, we had all brought Camp Half-Blood shirts and sweatshirts so everything would get mixed up if we unloaded everything into a dresser.

"Before you can get too comfortable, can I interest anyone in a tour of Mount Olympus?" Chiron had to literally shout to get our attention away from the giant sized hotel room. Even I, who had been kind of absent all week, was enthralled at the view and eager to see more.

Go on, Luke. Make sure everyone does a lot of walking. We need them tired out for the next few nights.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'll make sure that the grand tour makes us all exhausted," I muttered uselessly.

Meanwhile, Chiron had shed his wheelchair. He could stand fine in horse form with the incredibly high ceilings. Everyone else was queuing up by large door as Chiron made sure he had everything he needed in his saddlebags.

"Wait up, Luke. Aren't you excited to see all of this ancient Greek architecture? I mean, we have it at camp, but this is the real deal. I wonder when we'll get to see the palace. I'd love to get some notes on the pillars…" Annabeth droned on while we left our god-sized hotel and walked out into Olympus.

Now, out of habit, I felt my backpack to see if my sword was still there. Yep. I prepared for a long spiel and welled up with guilt that Annabeth trusted me and looked up to me and I was about to try and destroy this place that she was so excited to see.

That's a pity, boy. But she won't be the only one to miss it. And it's all your fault.

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