A Hero Was Born: Chapter Twenty-Seven

Book 2 Begins

Wake picked-up his knife. The group of kids led him to a forest nearby. That night, the leader of the group and his followers all sat around the camp-fire, with Wake standing-up.

"Behold: the prophecy!" The leader said. A scroll swooped down, and Wake picked it up and started reading

The Son of Zeus, only 8 by will,

will arrive one morning to a camp that's ill.

If not tauted by enemies, he will collapse,

from the painful hands of Kronos' grasp.

Wake stood frozen, and all life left his body.

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Zeus looked over the plains he so watched. Then suddenly, a pain grasped him in the head. . . and an emotionally painful thought came into his head: My son is dead.

He immediately came the farthest he could to the forest where dozens of boys huddled around Wake.

"He's not breathing!" one said. And suddenly, a bolt of lighting struck the lifeless body of Wake, who extremly weakly raised his hand.

"Everyone . . ." he said "It's a trap."