I awoke.

I was sitting in a museum of sorts, my back against a supporting column that was shaped like a traditional Greek Column. For a moment, I had a flashback.

There I was, sitting on my back on a Greek Column, thinking about the war with the Gods.

"Kathryx, a war meeting is being called," a voice said in my head. I recognized the deep, earth vibrating voice. The voice of my father, General Atlas.

I got up and headed towards the War Room, where the Titans planned their battles.

The general atmosphere was dreary, tired of the war that the upstart Zeus had started.

On one side, Atlas and Hyperion muttered curses in Mycenaean while on the other side, monsters stirred nervously, the captains of various units waiting for orders. At the head, Kronos stood, staring down at the map of Greece. His very presence seemed to make time go slower.

I came to stand with the monsters, preparing for another bland battle plan for storming Olympus.

This time, I intended to show the Titans my plan for defeating the Gods.

It called for thousands of monsters and all the Titans to be present at the battle. It was a risky move but if the war lasted any longer, I feared one Titan would turn and we'd be dealing with an enemy that knew exactly what our base, at the top of Mount Othrys looked like.

I presented the idea. It was risky but all 3 Titans agreed to follow it.

Great, now my head's on the line for suggesting the plan.

I was shaken out of my memories when a large shudder ran through the ground like someone had replaced Atlas as the holder of the sky.

I was sitting in front of that Greek column earlier. All around me, a palace seemed to shimmer through the my line of vision. It looked strangely familiar...

I recognized that wall, decorated with paintings of Kronos...

Wait...

I jumped right out of my sitting position and found myself in a large palace.

Had Kronos been rising? Had he recovered or even had enough power in the first place to send me back to the past?

I looked closer. when I focused on one part of the wall at once, the part seemed to shimmer and become transparent. I figured I was in modern day Mount Othrys (Mount Tam), and Kronos stirring had also stirred up the memories of the mountain and a palace was now rising out of the memories of Mount Othrys and the Titanomachy.

I winced just looking at it. The war hadn't been kind.

Unsurprisingly, the palace allowed me to walk right through it's nearly transparent walls.

Normally, you would be hearing my father scream at the Gods for imprisoning him on Mount Tam when you visited the mountain. It was actually quite amusing to the Gods. A video of him cursing Zeus in 10 different languages had went viral on Godtube just a few months ago.

This time however, I heard no such screaming.

Once I got on top of a small hill that had been blocking my view of Atlas holding the sky, I saw that it wasn't Atlas who was holding up the atmosphere.

It was Artemis.

I crouched and planned to make my way towards Artemis, free her, and then defeat the 2 Snake legged women that guarded Annabeth just a few meters away from Artemis.

I immediately saw the stupidity in the plan. If nobody held up the sky, Mount Tam would turn into The Tam Depression which was in nobody's interest.

It was just then that I also realized that I had not brought any weapons to Westover Hall (I mean, come on, why have a weapon when you have 2 Big 3 Demigods as bodyguards?).

It was also just then that I was ambushed by Dr. Thorn, the spike throwing lion/human man for the 2nd time.

Dr. Thorn seemed to have been humiliated by The General because he didn't boast about him catching me the 2nd time.

As he brought me into the tent containing my Father, I realized that my father must have shrunk magically or the tent would have acted as a hat to his big head.

Inside, Atlas was staring right into my eyes, trying to frighten me, to make me show any kind of fear.

Dressed in a General's uniform, he reminded me of Napoleon Bonaparte or Julius Caesar.

He scared the Hades out of me. I remembered the torture, the beatings, the executions... The memories stirred me up.

To Atlas' right hand side sat Luke, the former counselor for the Hermes cabin. On the Left side, a variety of monsters, some wolf headed, some Metal legged, and the generic Greek Monsters.

Dr. Thorn pushed me into the seat opposite of Atlas. He kept a hand on my chair and borrowed a Spear from a monster, keeping the point on my heart.

"I sensed your weakness the moment I saw you," Atlas said, "I really hoped you would prove a strong warrior and overcome your flaw but alas, I got a coward who switched sides."

I wondered what weakness Atlas was talking about. As far as I was concerned, only heroes had weaknesses and I was not a hero.

"Perhaps you'd like a glimpse into your past,"

I sat in a wooden chair, waiting for the Titans and the monster captains to reconvene.

The assault had been unsuccessful. The Gods had made an astounding victory over us and I was waiting for the punishment. It was I, who was responsible for the plan and therefore I would be paying the price.

Finally, Atlas and Hyperion flashed into existence on the opposite side of me from the table.

"The captains will not be joining us today," Hyperion explained.

"You've brought shame to my family, Captain Kathryx, you've destroyed my reputation and now you'll be sentenced to permanent punishment," Atlas said. I noted how he didn't refer to me as his son.

"I will give you one chance to redeem yourself," Atlas told me.

"Right in front of you is a prisoner of war. Kill him and you will be spared," Atlas said through my head.

I sensed that Atlas had teleported me somewhere.

I felt a sword handle in my hand. Faintly, through my ears, I heard someone screaming, telling me to drop the sword.

My arms started heating up, my hair starting to become uncomfortably hot.

I hesitated. This person in front of me was a person, maybe like me. He could have friends.

A family.

A lover.

Suddenly, my arms started burning and I knew that if I didn't swing now, I would die.

I swung the blade.

Instantly, the faint screaming was gone and a warm liquid oozed into my feet.

"Good, good. Your rank and right to live is restored, Captain Kathryx."

The vision shook me. I had sentenced a family to having a funeral without a body.

Without their son.

My legs couldn't seem to support the amount of guilt on me. I had desperately tried to get that memory out of my head countless times and yet, here I was, being reminded of it by Atlas.

I knew he was toying with me but this was making it too hard to bear. Atlas seemed to understand.

"Join us once again, my son, and I will personally raise that man's soul so you can apologize. I will unite him with his family right here."

The chance of saying sorry to my victim and even raising him back up with his family, that was a chance I would never get with Hades being in the underworld.

"Very well. Father, I shall join you once again,"