Howdy readers! Sorry about the late update. Didn't realise how much time high school actually requires. So updates will be scarce when the holidays finish! Any ho, hope you enjoy the next chapter!

Chapter 9

Emily blinked, forcing her eyes to peer through the thickening mist. What had happened to Percy? He had been there a second ago. . . Grover was trembling on the ground, muttering curses under his breath. Emily crawled towards him across the suddenly freezing ground. "Grover, what happened," whispered Emily. "The mist, it it-" stuttered Grover. "I've seen someone use it before, but not like this." He sniffed the air and muttered under his breath, "Not a monster. Could it be?" Emily's heart was beating itself out of her chest. She took a deep breath and yelled, "Percy!" Nothing. Then the mist swirled around a figure standing nearby. The mist cleared and revealed two figures standing about a hundred metres away. Grover bleated in alarm and started chewing his already tattered orange T-shirt. Skye's eyes widened in alarm but soon after found their piercing glare once again. "Fancy meeting you here, meat boy," said Skye tauntingly. Kallisto's eyes fell upon Emily and her heart became slightly lighter. "Hi, um, what are you doing here?" asked a quivering Grover. "On a rescue mission, and your furry self?" replied Skye. Grover bleated and said, "We came here on a quest. Percy was told that a demigod would be here on a separate quest but that we would need to cross paths in order to complete either of them." "Huh, sounds like fate to me." said Skye smugly. "The cause of this doesn't matter. What matters now is what we are going to do, and what of Percy?" said Emily, trying to get the group back on topic (:D). "I agree," said Kallisto. "We cannot just stand around and complain about a situation such as this. I say we combine resources and persons in order to avenge Percy's death and complete both of our quests." Skye considered this. Grover nodded cautiously and glanced at Skye. "Alright, but I'm not lugging your buts out of Hades' musty realm." With that, the group shouldered the bags and set off down a tunnel to the right, at least, they thought it was a tunnel.

Meanwhile, in an unknown place, Kronos was plotting his next move, and who would die next.

Kronos stretched his pale thin fingers over the edges of his throne's armrests. Imbecils, thought Kronos. Half the dracenae had had a fight about who had the best fangs. As the fight broke out some of the lesser Titans had tried to stop it but their brutal sides took over and soon everyone was in a pile; fists flying left, right and centre. Kronos was on the verge of killing all of his army before destroying the world. At least then my world would be free of stupid demigods and daemons. He tapped his long fingernails on the gold of his throne. The two telkines beside his throne could feel the anger radiating off him like warmth from an oven. They had to bite their tongues in order to stop them from yelping or whining. That was the only downside of working for the Lord of Time, he would kill you without a second thought. Kronos growled and said, "Fedor, tell the general to meet me for a war council. I need to get these buffoons out of my sight."

The general studied the continuously moving war map depicting their battle plans. "My Lord, the last time you sent squadron 3 as the first attack you lost the war and were banished to Tartarus." Said a concerned Krios. His star spangled robes billowing out behind him from the breeze. "Yes general, but now the demigods are unawares and have decreased in number since the war of New York," replied Kronos, matter of factly. "And I have Necromius in case things get rough." Krios shivered at the thought of the demigod. He had enough darkness inside him to swallow a Titan. "Send squadron 7 to sector 87, I need those demigods alive." Said Kronos.