Chapter 9: A Little Old?

Theresa and a poor, flabbergasted Jay exploded into Persephone's solarium, Theresa galloping about like a horse, dragging Jay along behind her. The gods were gathered in the solarium, and looked annoyed at the disturbance. But when they heard what had happened, they looked sober. Hera immediately took charge. "You will not go after them," she declared, much to the amazement of an angry Theresa.

"Why not?" she demanded. "He's my father!"

"And the bait," Persephone said, frowning. "We'll just have to wait and see what Cronus does. If he can't get you out in the open, like I'm sure he does, he won't hurt your father. He's his bargaining chip. And with powers like you showed last night, it's no wonder he wants you, Theresa."

"What do you mean?" Jay asked. Theresa looked just as confused.

Persephone sighed. "Cronus has always been obsessed with power," she began. "So whatever helps him achieve his ultimate goal is what he wants. He has discovered that with you by his side, he's unstoppable. He wants you, most likely, for a queen."

Theresa gaped, and felt her breakfast coming back up. Clutching her stomach, she looked a little green. Jay looked furious and disgusted.

"Isn't he like, a little old for her, don't you think?" he asked harshly.

Persephone and Athena exchanged glances. "This is Cronus we're talking about," they reminded him.

"Oh yeah. That guy must be desperate. What happened? Did his wife divorce him or something?"

"Let's just say that when Rhea found out he was eating their kids, she wasn't too happy."

A/n: Sorry that it's so short, but I need to update my other stories, and I'm feeling a bit tired. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! -Becky