The Crown of Kronos

I am Aviarah, and I am a spy of both worlds. I serve no one, I only serve myself.

This is the story of my encounter with the Titans and the gods, of choosing who will I save.

I was created by the Mist, the veil that wraps the mythological world from human eyes. I can see clearly, no creature or god can disguise themselves before my eyes. I have the power of turning invisible, I have the ability of summoning Mist.

And here I am, invisibly perched on top of the Titans' obsidian palace on Mount Tamalpais.

The son of Hermes, Luke Castellan, was preparing the assault against Camp Half-blood. It was only a matter of time before the sacrifice will be held.

"Is the demigod here?" Luke said gruffly. A telkhine stepped forward and replied, "Yes, sire."

A boy with an eyepatch was flanked by two other telkhines. One was carrying a scythe, the weapon of Lord Kronos, finally forged completely.

Luke entered the palace.

Castellan is brave, I thought, as I flew to the ground, still unseen, and entered the palace as well.

Luke was kneeling grimly before the golden sarcophagus of the Titan lord.

"I offer myself to host Kronos' soul...." He was saying. "Let our life forces be entertwined..... May my body be his body..... May his power be contained inside me."

He began chanting in words older than the gods, the language of magic. Blue smoke began wrapping around him. He closed his eyes, and for a moment, his body turning smoky. He faded completely, turned into fog, and was seeped into the sarcophagus, which burst into a painful light.