To Start A War

Chapter One
I could not believe what was happening. I am a Half-Blood, which is like a strange cross between a human, or as we call them, mortals, and a Greek Olympian God. I was claimed a Half-Blood at birth, unlike most, though one of my parents, I'm not sure which, refused to tell who the Olympian was. I never knew my parents. I arrived at this camp in a bundle, with a note saying I was a Half-BLood. The camp, Camp Half-Blood, accepted me. I joined the Hermes cabin, because I was undetermined about who my Olympian parent was. Strangely, all twelve of the gods, including the Big Three (Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades), stated that I was not their son. MY name, Celestan, was left in the note, and none of the gods had heard of it, so I was not their son. Who was my father and mother, I may never know. Well, after sixteen years at Camp Half-Blood, I was not prepared for this. I had been sent on a quest, to investigate rumors of Tatarus breaking open. But now, after countless battles and monsters, I finally stood over the dark chasm, which seemed to want to swallow me up. I had convinced Hades I was here on friendly terms, but he was doubtful. As I looked down, I mildly wondered what Cronus, or, as some called him, Kronos, was doing down there. I found it highly amusing how not only the Titan lord, he was also the Titan of farming, of all things. But then, something changed. A small peice of what looked like skin flew out of the chasm. I wondered if that was a new Underworld improvement that had changed in the three years I had been gone from camp. I suddenly felt a wave of fear, seeming to come from nowhere. I dashed out of the cave, out of the Underworld, and straight out of the studio where it was kept. I ran all the way to the beach, then spotted something. A hellhound was stalking the beach, along with a Half-Blood in Greek armor. To mortal eyes, it probably looked like a boy in a swimsuit walking his dog. That was because of the Mist, something that stops mortals from seeing what is really going on around them. Far in the distance, near Mt. Tam, I saw a white cruise ship slowly moving. It was then the hellhound spotted me. It started barking at me. The boy turned to me, and stalked over, leaving the hellhound on the beach.

"So," he said. "You a Hlaf-Blood?" I nodded, knowing that telling a Half-Blood that I was a Half-Blood couldn't hurt. He looked closely at me, then his eyes flashed. I suddenly saw great visions; the Titans rising, Cronus slaying Zeus, Tartarus emptying, and Camp Half-Blood being burned to the ground. Then, I saw a new world, where humans were docile slaves, Titans ruled, and I was one of Cronus' lieutenants. I no longer thought of him as the Titan of Farming, I saw him as a king, a ruler, and a champion. I wanted to be on the winning side. I suddenly realized my destiny: To join Cronus, and conquer Mount Olympus. I would help him destroy any opposers, and crush his most hated enemy: Percy Jackson.