I groaned for what felt like the 100th time, as I bonked my bruised head on the sharp horn's of an ugly demon who had to be carrying me. The curse of Achilles makes me invulnerable, but does not block all pain. The greatest pain of all is emotional pain. When you are be stabbed, you aren't in pain because someones stabbing you, but it's because you are in fear, in a emotional state of fear, of fear of death, not a fear of the blade, itself but what it can do.

Some people, the Romans, from what I learned from chiron would kill themselves if they ran from a battlefield, for the embarrassment, the shame all emotional. And that was what I was feeling right now, If I had made the treaty earlier would all the lives that was lost be saved?

My current situation, wasn't good, when I agreed I came ready to die. But after travelling a day or so, wrapped and tied to a crude poll. Than placed between two muscled troll's armed to the teeth carried on their shoulders. We set up camp, I was stripped of my clothes. Place in itchy uncomfortable, leather. We continued on the march to their base. After a while, my eyes dimmed and I fell asleep.

I awoke to a a simple room with a bed and my clothes-The spoil from Ares and my pen riptide. I groaned and I grabbed the clothes and in a bad mood got dressed. Grabbing riptide I shoved it into the pocket of the black jeans and put my hand on it. Ready at all cost, if I will go down, I will leave a mark, I will go down fighting.

I slowly grasped the wooden handle and opened the door, I came to face with a Orc wielding a bloody Katina. He bowed slightly and even though the look on his face was not pleased. It startled me.

"Lord Perses request's to see you." I nodded, Perses so that was the name of the titan. I nodded and followed him through a net work of hall's that seemed to be carved into a mountain lit up with torches, that didn't seem to burn. At long last we reached a room adorned with gold and jewels. In the middle was a tall throne surrounded by a table with smaller thrones around. On the main throne sat The titan Perses his silver and black eyes flickering.

Guarding him were 2 Orcs clad in golden armor wielding Talvar's, a deadly blade known for their deadly reputation. Perses turned to me and smiled.

"It seems We have much to discuss."

I nodded I have my own questions. "Why did you agree to the deal? If you said no you could of mascaraed the camp?"
He shrugged. "Might be because I'm the titan of peace. But I need you for a very specific reason."
I raised my eyebrow"And that is?"
He smiled coyly, "I want you to be the ambassoder of the monsters and the demigods."
I nearly toppled from the throne. "You want the demigods and monsters to ally?" I shrieked.
Perses smiled."Of course. Without us you would stand no chance against the other titans and their army."

"But aren't you a titan?" I asked.

"The titans treat monsters as tools. And when I was sent to be the commander of the army that's what happened to me. So I held a meeting with the royals of the respective monsters, and we agreed to rebel against the titans. When the time came."

I nodded. And he beckoned to the orc that led me here. "This is Savade, he is to be your guide and guard."

He smiled and in a wisp of smoke. He disappeared.

I turned to savade. He coughed, I smiled "Just because you are my guide and guard doesn't mean I'm superior than you, let's be friends and equals eh?" Savade's usually scowling broke into a smile.

And he spoke for the first time. "Would ya want to duel with m'a?" He asked.

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