A Hero Was Born: Chapter Thirty-One

Kronos was extremely pleased. Even though he hadn't known it, Wake was helping the dark lord take over the world. Now that not even one god or army protected Olympus, it was his turn to re-begin his conquering of Olympus - and the world

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Posiedon's forces were already deep into battle. Neither Apollo nor Ares were merciful. They destoyed the entire neck of woods that lay in the outer fields of Camp Demigod. Even Greek fire did not seem to stop them. The hospital cabin was beginning to pile-up, and soon the inside of the camp's walls were being littered with wounded warriors. Ares held-up a flag on his side of the river, and the words on the flag gave chills down the spins of those who defended the camp.

Surrender, or die.

Harsh, but effective. At the dead of night, the fighting ceased, as soldiers retired for the day. Posiedon and his war council began making strategies. Hades suggested more Greek fire. That already failed. Mr. D suggested cherry bombs. No way. They were at a loss. Posiedon shook all the campers from their beds, and ordered a retreat to the far south, where the borderline would give them three more days to defend themselves again. But many of the campers did not follow Posiedon as he led a group of young demi-gods to retreat. They choose to stay and protect the place they grew-up together in. That morning, the fort was over-taken, and destoyed by Apollo's forces. The demigods who defended the fort were taken into captivity, watching the place they loved and knew burn to ashes. Posiedon and his small band looked in the distance as the end unfolded for Camp Demi-god.

"Come," he said, "We must take care of business."