Chapter 9: Who Are You?
Ethan Nakamura sat on the deck of Princess Andromeda. He thought of his last encounter with Percy Jackson. It was about a couple of months ago when he was nearly killed by some strange man in a blue coat. Percy was, at that time, completely aware of Nakamura's defection.
How in the name of Hades did he know? Ethan thought bitterly.
Ethan examined his blade. He stopped. He suddenly remembered Jackson's blade, Anaklusmos, or Riptide. It was extremely rusty and there were severe cracks in the edges. Ethan always thought it impossible. The sword had been around for more than four thousand years. Why start rusting now?
"Nakamura." A man said. Nakamura whirled around and held his blade as if he was ready to duel. The man was Alabaster C. Torrington, a son of Hecate. "The master wants to see you."
Ethan nodded and followed Torrington.
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Six Months Ago...
Ethan walked in the streets of Brooklyn. He was on a mission for Kronos to find any demigods outside the normal boundaries of Camp Half-Blood. Kronos apparently thought that it was a better idea to stay away from Jackson and his friends instead of attacking directly.
Ethan gritted his teeth. He preferred the old fashioned way. Just get the job done and get revenge. But noooooooo. Kronos had to test Nakamura's patience as a trial of loyalty.
Ethan ran into someone. He whirled around to face the jerk who bumped into him. It was Percy Jackson. He was shocked to see Nakamura.
Percy immediately held up his hand, "Ethan, listen-"
Ethan drew his sword and swung at Percy. Percy easily dodged him. Ethan frustratedly swung again. Percy deflected it with his... sword? Riptide was super rusty and several pieces were missing from the sides of it.
Percy snarled at Ethan, "Fine. Be that way."
Percy summoned water around him to distract Ethan. Ethan dodged the water as Percy thrust it at him. Ethan grabbed some dirt on the ground and threw it into Percy's eyes. Percy howled in pain. Ethan prepared to strike him down until a bright light flashed between him and his enemy.
Ethan struck the mystical barrier with his sword. Electricity shot Ethan to the other end of the street and knocked him out. Before he passed out, he saw a man in a trench coat with a cane in his hand walking toward Percy.
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"Your failure to kill Jackson," Snarled Kronos, the lord of the flow of time, "Is completely unacceptable!"
"Master, please," Ethan begged in the captain's room of the ship.
"Don't grovel in front of me!" Snapped Kronos with a metallic. He coughed a bit.
"Master, someone caught me off guard, it was someone we never encountered before!"
"But I have."
The two turned to see a pale, ghostly man in Lenin pants leaning against the wall. He was smiling broadly.
"Who are you, traveler?" Kronos coughed, "State your mind!"
"Setne," The weirdo answered with a wide grin, "Lord of dark magic, master of necromancy, prince of evil! At your service!"
He snapped his fingers and the scenery changed into a sandy beach with clear waters and tall palm trees. It was most likely the Bahamas.
"The legends are true?" Alabaster asked excitedly.
"Indeed, kid." Setne nodded, wandering over to Kronos. "And I've come with a proposition."
Kronos growled, "Alright, sorcerer. I'm listening."