Child of The Sea

Helena Troy is a 16 year old girl who has known she was a Half-Blood since the age of nine. Unfortunately, her mother hadn't informed her of her godly father. During her time at Camp Half-Blood she discovers that she must go on a quest to save the gods. Will she save the Gods and the world? Or will the fate of the world tople to its knees in the hands of Helena?

{Please don't judge the book on the first few chapters... I was 13.}


36. Save Yourselves

"You thought a wave could wipe out every one of us?" he bellowed. Helena's fear had been lost along with the death of the Cyclops'. She wasn't intimidated by Kronos any more. No matter how much he bellowed. She felt like she should be scared - like the extra adrenaline in her blood may have somehow helped her. But now she had an even greater cause - saving everyone - not just the Camp. By killing Kronos, she would be able to save the whole world from the Fury he would inflict - even if he were in Tartarus. That to her was keeping her going far more than adrenaline could - and he was starting to annoy her so she was pretty much ready for him to die.


"A girl can dream right?" was her witty answer. They'd already faced potential death too many times that day for Helena to really care abut being gracious towards him. "Why do you care so much if we die?" she asked him. It sounded like a really stupid question but considering how much she'd done in one day - it seemed as though she was allowed at least one stupid question.

"Why? Because of all your parents have done. We were the rulers. Us. The Titans. And then your father and his brothers decided it was their turn." he pointed towards Helena and Percy. "This isn't about you. This is about taking revenge on your parents."

"But why us?" replied Mark. Kronos gave no reply. He didn't need to. It was obvious to them - the reason he was doing it to them was because they were the four of the Prophecy. They were the ones who were cast to change the fate of the world - whether they liked it or not, it was their job and they were not going to find any other way out of it.

"Fine. Kill us. If that's what you want. I just have one request - do it in Daedalus' workshop. At least let us die in the heart of History." Annabeth had spoken. It seemed so real that if you didn't know Annabeth, you'd have thought she truly felt that way. Felt they were going to die. They all hoped Kronos would take the bait - and at least half of the congregation hoped Annabeth had a plan.


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They made it to Daedalus workshop - the heart of the Labyrinth - in no time. If they were in an action movie, they would have all been told to walk there with a gun practically super-glued to their heads. Although - just the fact that Kronos was standing behind them the whole time was enough for them to be nervous. Annabeth looked as though she was about to cry - Helena would have clapped but it seemed inappropriate for the moment. Annabeth practically dragged herself over to the other side of the workshop and sat down. It looked like she was fiddling with something. By the time Helena was sat down next to Percy, she could see what it was - it was dynamite. An almost TNT type substance. Helena knew exactly what she was planning. But Helena also knew there was no way she would let Annabeth do such a thing.


Kronos talked to them all for hours - giving them the speech (what Helena called 'the Death speech'). She was fully aware of what was to come and she was okay with it. She was okay with it because she knew something he didn't - that it wasn't going to happen. From the corner of her eye, Helena saw Greek Fire - a way of triggering the dynamite. She fell backwards whilst Kronos was doing another circuit of the workshop and grabbed the dynamite out of Annabeth's hands. Annabeth's eyes bore into her, in a way of protest against what Helena was going to do - which was exactly what Annabeth was prepared to do not five minutes earlier. Helena's eyes told Annabeth that she ought to not worry about. But she mouthed over to her: get Percy. Jump out of the window - there's water down there, you'll be able to survive. Look after him and look after Mark too. Take the fleece and save yourselves. Take it back to Camp and don't ever look back to the Labyrinth - by the time you reach the ground, this place would have blown up. The boys hadn't seen the conversation between Annabeth and Helena. But Helena gave Mark's hand a squeeze and gave him a kiss on the cheek for good luck. She did the same to Percy and signalled to Annabeth to go.


Annabeth brought out her knife and dug it in Kronos' back. She grabbed the Fleece, Mark and Percy and pulled them all out of the window. It was clear Percy and Mark made the realisation of what was happening half-way down but it was too late.


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Kronos turned and stalked towards the window. He saw three of the four fall, but when he turned around, he saw the last remaining one. "YOU! WHAT ON EARTH HAVE YOU DONE?!" Helena was struck across the face, her reward for letting the others go.

"You. You will die for this." Kronos' voice was calm. Far too calm for the words of which erupted from his mouth. He pulled Helena by the hair and hit her again. This time, she reached for the Greek fire which was just in reach. "I guess we'll just have to go together." the dynamite was ignited and the workshop and the Labyrinth went up in flames.


Three of the demigods watched from below. Kronos was dead, but their friend had made the ultimate sacrifice and decided to go along with him.

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