"That's lucky," Aphrodite commented. I ripped the model off the pedestal and hurled it at the first dracaena. The boat smacked her in the face and she went down with the ship. "She went down with the ship," Artemis repeated, chuckling along with her brother. I jumped over her, grabbed her friend's spear, and swung her around. She slammed into the elevator, and I kept running toward the front of the ship. "Get him!" she screamed. Hellhounds bayed. An arrow from somewhere whizzed past my face and impaled itself in the mahogany-paneled wall of the stairwell. I didn't care- as long as I got the monsters away from the engine room and gave Beckendorf more time. Hephaestus shot Percy a grateful look. As I was running up the stairwell, a kid charged down. He looked like he'd just woken up from a nap. His armor was half on. He drew his sword and yelled, "Kronos!" but he sounded more scared than angry. He couldn't have been more than twelve- about the same age I was when I'd first arrived at Camp Half-Blood. "You have to attack him," Hera's gaze was hard, "He wanted this life." That thought depressed me. This kid was getting brainwashed -- trained to hate the gods and lash out because he'd been born half Olympian. Kronos was using him, and yet the kid thought I was his enemy. "But he's not going to," Thalia shook her head. She was sure she wouldn't have either, in this