**AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapter may be a little confusing, because I'm alternating between Leila, Kronos, and Kronos-Leila when talking about her, so bear with me here. I should warn you that this isn't one of my best chapters, I'm still getting headaches from that really bad cold I was having earlier. Anyway, please remember to review!
Keaton's POV
Percy's attempts to keep back the crowd of campers were failing horribly, until Annabeth pushed through. Her face was grim with understanding, and she marched into the middle of the ring, shouting, "This camp is ABOUT TO BE ATTACKED! GET BACK TO YOUR POSITIONS!"
"No." said Jake Mason, shoving aside demigods, and pointing a shaking finger at Leila. "She's dangerous! She shouldn't even be here!"
Leila screamed loudly - a long, high-pitched scream which echoed throughout the forest.
"Leila! It's okay, I'm here!" Keaton said, panicking.
"No! Keaton, you've got to get awa-" a gasp interrupted her statement, and the muscles in her face relaxed.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her body grew still. Smoke rose from the ugly tattoo on her neck.
Keaton shook her shoulders so hard that her teeth rattled, but she still didn't respond.
"LEILA! LEILA, NO!" He smacked her face as hard as possible, but her eyes didn't open.
"She's fine, Keaton." Annabeth said, her tone firm. "You need to get away from her."
"What? Annabeth, you're crazy if you think -"
"Get away from her." she repeated, her gray eyes as cold as ice. "I don't want my brother getting hurt."
Keaton stayed where he was stubbornly.
"Fine," Annabeth sighed. "But I warned you."
Leila's skin began to grow warm, gradually becoming hotter and hotter until Keaton felt like his palms were burning off.
"Ouch!" he exclaimed, examining his hands, which were now bright red.
Leila slowly opened her eyes, and Keaton froze in place.
Her eyes...her eyes weren't green anymore.
They were pure gold.
Percy's POV
The emotions of the crowd of demigods changed from concern to panic in a heartbeat.
A daughter of Aphrodite screamed loudly, pointing behind Percy's shoulder.
Just when he started to say, "Wha -", something slammed him into the ground.
Leila Brooke stood above him with Keaton's sword in her hands, with her golden eyes glittering with amusement, and a cold smile curving her lips.
"Miss me?" she said in a cold voice. She slammed the tip of the sword towards Percy's face, but luckily, he rolled over just in time.
"She's a traitor!" roared Michael Yew.
"Kill her!" yelled someone else.
But there was so much confusion that no one really heard what they were saying.
Leila-Kronos smiled again, and she looked around.
"Camp Half-Blood," Leila said, amusement in her voice, "where brats are trained to be heroes. Yes, I'll enjoy seeing it in flames."
Percy couldn't help but notice that she was talking more and more like Kronos now, as if the Titan was in her, instead of controlling her.
He drew Riptide and yelled, "Leave Leila! Get out of her body!"
She snarled and stabbed downward, catching Percy in the shoulder. Pain exploded in his left side, and he sidestepped, swinging Riptide at Leila's neck.
Leila easily blocked the strike, and knocked the sword out of Percy's hands.
He stared at Leila in shock. He hadn't been disarmed that quickly before - not since Luke had trained him in his first year at Camp Half-Blood.
Kronos-Leila dug the tip of her sword under Percy's chin, and chuckled. "You have failed, Percy Jackson. You have failed in bringing your sister back to what she used to be."
"Sister?" gasped Michael Yew.
"Oh yes. Leila was a daughter of Poseidon. A mistake, to be more precise. Her anger at that dratted sea god has been a valuable tool." Kronos said.
Clarisse burst out of the crowd and aimed her spear at Leila's chest, but Leila leisurely sidestepped, grabbed the spear, and snapped it in half.
"Clarisse la Rue..." Leila mused, "...the daughter of Ares. Always struggling, always outshadowed by her brothers. Your father is ashamed of you, you know. Of your failure to face your fears of the Labyrinth -"
"I AM NOT A COWARD!" roared Clarisse.
Leila raised her eyebrows, and said nothing. She turned back to Percy and smiled cruelly.
"Once I kill you, Leila will be the child of the Prophecy. And she will choose to bring down Olympus."
Keaton's POV
Keaton tackled Leila from behind, and her head slammed against the ground. She sneered at Keaton, and punched him in the face.
He staggered back, blood running from the corner of his mouth. She kicked him in the stomach, hard, and he fell on his knees.
"We're friends, Leila." he gasped, clutching his chest.
"Leila Brooke knows no friendship. Not as my slave." Kronos-Leila scowled.
"Friendship, Leila. Kronos never understood that." groaned Keaton.
Leila's eyes flickered from gold to sea-green for a moment, and she gazed at the sword in her hand, at the blood on Keaton's face.
"Best friends." she murmured in her regular voice. Then, a shudder ran through her, and her eyes glowed golden again.
"Daughter of Poseidon, I will NOT -"
"Yes, you will." Leila's voice and eyes returned to normal again. "I fight for Camp Half-Blood. You will never control me again."
She gasped and staggered backwards, clutching the tattoo on her neck. Her hand twisted gruesomely and moved against her will towards the sleeve on her sweatshirt.
Her eyes turned golden again, and Kronos-Leila ripped off the cloth covering her left arm.
Keaton could just make out the word, "TRAITOR" crudely cut into Leila's flesh.
Kronos laughed and said, "You think you've won, Leila Brooke. But I can hear your thoughts and control everything you do. You are still a traitor. And you may deny it, but we are very much alike."
Leila's eyes turned green again and she hissed, "You're wrong. You're WRONG!"
She fell on her hands and knees, and clenched her fists. Her voice changed yet again.
"My army comes even now, slave. There won't be a Camp Half-Blood to fight for once they're done. You have a choice. I will spare you if you lead the attack. However, if you fight with these wretched demigods, your punishment will be beyond anything you have ever imagined. Choose wisely." And with a last chuckle, Kronos' voice faded away, and Leila slumped weakly against the ground.
The campers unfroze, and everyone started talking at once, backing away from the daughter of Poseidon.
"I say we kill her." growled Clarisse.
Percy lunged towards Clarisse, and his sword at her neck. He growled, "No one touches my sister."
"Your sister is possessed by Kronos." piped up Malcolm. "It's clear that she's on our side, but we just can't take the risk. I'm sorry, Percy."
"When did you suddenly start taking the decisions around here, Malcolm?" said Annabeth. "I say we ask Chiron."
There was a general rumble of agreement.
"Jackson, they're coming." murmured Leila's feeble voice.
"What?" Percy said, leaning in.
"They're coming." she repeated. "Kronos' army."
