𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐄

𝐗𝐗𝐕𝐈

I'm telling the truth
I'm on my way to you
Now look at me
I'll come closer to you slowly
Very slowly

𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲, 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲, bibi

One thing about gods: they don't feel tired, unless they choose to.

Selene realized she was very keen to sleep, even if it meant having a few nightmares sometimes.

You'd think she'd at least get a good night's sleep before the quest, right?

Wrong.

That night in my dreams, she was in the stateroom of a cruise ship. The windows were open on a moonlit sea. Cold wind rustled the velvet drapes.

Luke knelt on a Persian rug in front of the golden sarcophagus of Kronos. In the moonlight, Luke's blond hair looked pure white. He wore an ancient Greek chiton and a white himation, a kind of cape that flowed down his shoulders. The white clothes made him look timeless and a little surreal, like one of the minor gods on Mount Olympus. The last time she'd seen him, he'd been broken and unconscious after a nasty fall from Mount Tam. Now he looked perfectly fine. Almost too healthy. Almost... immortal.

"Our spies report success, my lord," he said. "Camp Half-Blood is sending a quest, as you predicted. Our side of the bargain is almost complete."

Excellent. The voice of Kronos didn't so much speak as pierce her mind like a dagger. It was freezing with cruelty. Think of Hyperion's voice last year, it was ten times worse. Once we have the means to navigate, I will lead the vanguard through myself.

Luke closed his eyes as if collecting his thoughts. "My lord, perhaps it is too soon. Perhaps Krios or Hyperion should lead—"

No. the voice was quiet but absolutely firm. I will lead. One more heart shall join our cause, and that will be sufficient. At last I shall rise fully from Tartarus.

"But the form, my lord..." Luke's voice started shaking.

Show me your sword, Luke Castellan.

Luke drew his sword. Backbiter's double edge glowed wickedly—half steel, half celestial bronze. It was an evil weapon, able to kill both mortals and monsters.

You pledged yourself to me, Kronos reminded him. You took this sword as proof of your oath.

"Yes, my lord. It's just—"

You wanted power. I gave you that. You are now beyond harm. Soon you will rule the world of gods and mortals. Do you not wish to avenge yourself? To see Olympus destroyed?

A shiver ran through Luke's body. "Yes."

The coffin glowed, golden light filling the room. Then make ready the strike force. As soon as the bargain is done, we shall move forward. First, our subject shall help us stir my brother. Then, Camp Half-Blood will be reduced to ashes. Once those bothersome heroes are eliminated, we will march on Olympus.