A Hero Was Born: Chapter Thirty-Three

Train. Fight. Test your skill. Go get me a coffee. Basically these were the only words Annabeth got used to. Being kept prisoner by your own mother! The idea was absurd. Even the baddest of gods wouldn't think about doing such a thing to their own children. But the way Athena saw it, wartime meant wartime - even if it meant imprisoning your own daughter. Then again, it had been a lucky break to catch her. They had ambushed her and a legion of 12 demigods in the forests during one of the daily safety checks in Camp Half-Blood. Of course, Annabeth went down fighting, but was now stuck fetching food for leutenants and generals who were too lazy to do so. The entire situation drove her into minor depression, especially with the thought of Percy. He had been summoned to Mt. Olympus by his father. He said he would be back. He hadn't, and now here Annabeth was, forced to do the chores of the lazy.

The last thing she thought in her mind as she went to sleep was, I miss you Seaweed Brain.

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Four days. Four long, hard days had passed by since the start of the war. But Kronos didn't care. To him, all the dying and fighting felt like someone was giving him a compliment. And now, it was almost done. His plan to finally destory Olympus - and rule the world - was coming into action. Just two more days he thought every secnd of the day. Just two days, and I will restore my place of position.

Then Kronos looked at a hologram of Wake and his friends, sleeping. First, I must take care of a little errand.