Chapter 3 (Adrian/Kronos) The Possessor
"How do you feel brother?" Hyperion asked.
I looked around. "This demigod body is not very good. I will change to another when I am more powerful."
Hyperion nodded grimly. "The demigod Luke Castellan should be more suitable for you."
"Which one?" I pointed at the crowd of demigods. Hyperion pointed at a boy with sandy coloured hair.
"That one."
"Ahh. You are Luke, yes?" I enquired.
The boy stammered. "Yes, my Lord."
I held up my arms for silence. "Hyperion and Prometheus, you two will be with me when we attack the gods here. Krios, you will guard Mount Tam. Oceanus will take on Poseidon in the depths of the sea. We will triumph this time. To a new golden age!" Everyone cheered and went back to their tasks in preparing for the invasion.
I tapped the demigod Luke on the shoulder. "Come with me."
He dropped his sword and spluttered. "Right away, my Lord." He followed me to a private and quiet clearing just on the border of a large wood. I turned to look at him.
"Hyperion has informed me that you were a demigod at camp for the children of the gods."
"Yes Lord."
"Would you mind telling me how many demigods there are?"
He licked his lips. "Around eighty or so. More will join our cause so I would say that there would be around fifty at the time we attack." He glanced nervously at me and continued. "Most of the demigods will be children of Apollo, Ares and… Hermes."
I examined my fingers. "Are there any powerful demigods?"
"Well, there are a couple. A daughter of Ares, a daughter of Athena, um…. And a son of Poseidon."
I looked up. "Poseidon?"
He nodded earnestly. "Yes, my Lord. His name is Percy Jackson."
"The others?"
"The daughter of Ares is Clarisse La Rue and the daughter of Athena is called Annabeth Chase." He had a slight hesitation in saying that last name.
"You have history with this Annabeth?"
He hesitated and nodded. "We were friends."
"Were?"
He looked down. "She probably hates me for siding with you." I raised an eyebrow. "Not that. I didn't mean it that way." He added quickly.
I stood up. "Be careful of what you say Castellan or I'll send you to my nephew Atlas. He likes his share of demigods." I walked off to find Hyperion and to interrogate Prometheus on what his story is this time.
