Chapter 11: Grover's Tale
Grover, in the Big House, drinking hot chocolate, sat in one of the wooden chairs, wrapped in a blanket. He clearly showed signs of fear and concern. Annabeth and Nico sat next to him.
Percy paced the room. He had a vision of what had happened to Grover. Percy so badly wanted to explain the situation to everyone, but he was worried that he might frighten his friends.
Charles Beckendorf came into the room and noted, "I've convinced Silena to tell Chiron about Kronos's plans. How's Grover?"
Percy signed, "He's a bit traumatized. He still has yet to tell us his story."
Grover explained, "It was a man. He was in a cloak. He chuckled and said, 'Sleep now, little satyr. I am only saving my strength for the main event.'"
"Morpheus..." Annabeth stated.
"Right." Nico nodded. "God of Dreams."
Percy groaned. A vision flashed through his head. In the vision, New York was covered in mist and clouds. All the people who were mortals were completely unconscious. Percy gasped as the vision ended.
Annabeth stared at Percy, "What is it, Percy?"
Percy opened his mouth to speak but the Stoll brothers raced into the room. They were both completely alarmed.
Connor, the twin on the left, said, "Chiron really needs you guys. Now!"
...
Chiron showed them an Iris image of a flaming volcano. A man, floating in mid-air, chanting some sort of an ancient language. Surprisingly, Percy didn't understand it. Demigods' brains were designed to understand and speak ancient Greek. But this... this was something very different.
An image flashed through Percy's mind. He saw a giant monster made completely out of black smoke. The hands of the monster were snakes. It had wings attached to it's back. The vision ended and Percy gasped.
"He summoning him." Percy said grimly to everyone else, "He's summoning Typhon."
Chiron nodded, "Indeed. The most dangerous monster the gods ever fought."
Annabeth interjected, "Why would someone from a completely different race of magic and monsters try to summon a greek demon from a thousand years ago?"
Another image raced through Percy's mind. This time, it showed a man who looked like Elvis in a black leather jacket and linen pants. He was as skinny as a street urchin.
Percy whispered under his breath, "Setne..."
"What?" Annabeth asked, turning herself to Percy.
"That was Setne," Percy stated to Annabeth.
Annabeth stared at Percy, "The ancient sorcerer who was killed centuries ago in Egypt? He's dead."
Percy looked at the Iris image, "Apparently not, Wise Girl."
"What's our next move?" Questioned Travis, the other twin.
Percy announced, "We send two teams. One to destroy the Princess Andromeda ship and the other to prepare for Typhon. I have a plan..."