The Crown of Kronos: Chapter 53

Alexandra’s P.O.V

I turned around in time to kick a demigod in the face and stabbed some other monsters, blasting enormous blasts of lava in the meantime, and stomped my foot on the rocky ground to create cracks, while-

Wait, let me breathe.

Okay, where was I? Ah. Summoning armies of the undead. Right.

Whew I got tired just saying it.

Oh thank the gods for blessing forms.

Anyways, I glanced at Zarana, who was summoning lightning so enormous it killed almost half of them. Vic was busy running like that little boy from the Incredibles, lifting rocks and punching. Awesome…

Zarana yelled a word in ancient greek –so not my thing -, and an enormous lightning bolt blasted towards us. I was pushed backwards a little, and opened my eyes to see a thick smoke covering everything. I managed to stab a Scythian dracanae in the chest through blurred vision, turning it into gooey golden dust. Slowly the smoke cleared off, revealing piles of seemingly dead bodies and dusts that looked like that storage in Tinker Bell. Yuck.

“I-impossible!” A voice cried.

I looked to see Paulo sitting on the golden throne at the end of the room, face steaming of anger. Next to him was Palmira, who was –wait, asleep?-, and the orange-haired girl.

“You idiot! Give the pieces back to us!” Vic yelled. Paulo simply laughed.

“It’s not –wait, where are the pieces?” He gasped, looking at the marble pedestal.

“Gave it to the gods.” A familiar voice said.

Charlie.

She sat proudly on the mechanical owl, her body glowing silver. The owl let out a low “woo hoo” and landed not-so-gracefully on the mountain.

“B-but, we imprisoned you!” He cried, pounding his fist.

Charlie laughed. “Got it back and put it on express delivery.”

“P-Palmira!” He yelled angrily. “W-why are you asleep?” The girl let out a groan and her eyelids fluttered open.

“The crown…” She groaned, sitting up straight. Her eyes widened when she saw Charlie.

“You!” She growled. The orange –haired girl unsheathed her sword, anger flashing in her eyes, and so did the two.

“You will pay!” He yelled, saying something in ancient greek and raising his hands. From the ground rose a monster, his face deformed, with a sword in his hand. He had pinkish skin, similar to that of a human being’s, but it looks quite squishy and soft, encased in a transparent layer which seemed quite hard. He had his green hair in a Mohawk, his three grey eyes glaring at us.

“Meet Bob. He’s one of my little toys, I created him from darkness.“ Paulo grinned. “Now, there’s four of you and four of us. Let’s begin the fight, shall we?”

I gulped.