A Hero Was Born: Chapter Twenty-Nine

Apollo's new army rested in the fields of Manhattan. Over-looking them was Mt. Olympus, with prison camps built around it. Indeed, Posidon had now dominated the region. Apollo. however, would not surrender Rather, he moved his army towards Camp Half-Blood - or what was left of it. This put Apollo's army in a defensive position. With Ares' camp just 4 miles away, Athena began ordering her soldiers to build fortifications. Posiedon was not pleased.

"We nearly had them." Posiedon yelled as his fist slammed the table. Everyone looked shocked, but he camp director breathed a sigh of relief. Wake was not yet dead.

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Wake stood-up in the comfort of his bed. Or, what was left of the bed. He had a cheery reunion with his companions, but this was replaced with grim thoughts about Camp Half-Blood.

"So, what do we do now?" Wake asked. Malisa, Phillip, and the girl looked at his, as if expecting that he would have the answer. Chiron, however, was in the background, listening in on the conversation. Wake didn't know what to say

"Let's say that before we do anything," Chiron said, breaking the silence, "that we should find your father first." Wake looked at him with a ''Why did this have to happen? ''look.

"It's not anyone's fault but Zeus'. If we do not find him and convince him to restore order to Olympus, then we are very much lost indeed." Everyone gave each other looks of criticism, but they knew that if Wake couldn't bring his dad back to power, the world as they knew would be destroyed. Forget about Call of Duty or Modern Warfare, this was real life. And Wake was the key to victory.