The Crown of Kronos: Chapter 1

I cautiously closed the door behind me, afraid of waking the rest up, and looked back at my watch. It said 4.59 a.m. Weird. I wasn’t a morning person at all, but somehow I woke up at 4.00 and I couldn’t go back to my sleep.

Oh well.

The morning weather was cold, with thin mists here and there. I decided to take a small tour around the camp because I had nothing else to do. The tree nymphs were still asleep on their trees, their green bodies almost completely hidden by the leaves. I tip toed my way past them, and walked towards the Big House. The top of the enormous building was covered in mist. Near the terrace, lying down on the floor, was a man, short in stature. His stomach was bulged, one of the buttons in his orange Hawaiian tourist shirt already popped out. Then I realized who he was. Mr. D. I laughed and walked towards him. He probably got too drunk, which I was assured of by the bottle of cheap wine in his right hand. That drunkard.

“Wake up!” I yelled at him. But he stayed still, his eyes still shut. I huffed and shook his shoulder. “I said, wake up!” He was still, completely unmoving. I shrugged, knowing that Mr. D probably got way too drunk. I was about to turn around when I spotted something strange. From his lips, into his plump cheek, flowed a bright purple liquid. It somehow looked familiar. Disgusted, I wiped it off with my index finger and smelled it. It smelled like wine, only stronger.

Then I realized what it was.

A magical poison.

I started to freak out, and rushed into the Big House. I ran straight for Chiron’s room, located in the corner of the building. I pushed the door so hard that it hit onto the wall and parts of it fell off to the ground. Chiron woke up with a start.

“Oh dear, that will cost us much.” He said, worried. “What’s wrong, Alex?”

“Mr. D.. He was poisoned.” I said, gasping for breath.

“Oh gods.” His eyes widened, and he ran straight outside, still in his blue silk pajama. He looked cautiously at Mr. D, who was lying down, still unconscious.

“Oh gods. This is bad.” He gasped.

I gulped.