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"Traitor." Percy said. He had his sword, Riptide pointed at your chest while you had your pointed at his chest.
"I want to have everything they did. Fame." You replied. Referring to the gods.
He's right. You joined Kronos with Luke. Why? Truth is you didn't want to but Luke and Kronos manipulated you to join because you were awfully powerful and be of good use to them. But did everyone know you were manipulated? No. They thought you had just turned. Which is what you thought too. You didn't know you were manipulated, which made everything so much harder.
You were in battle right now. Specifically The Battle of Manhattan. Which is what people are calling it. Why? Probably because it's a war and in New York.
Mortals can't see past the Vail of the mist. The mist protects the mythical world from the human world. Morpheus, the God of sleep and dreams, put all the the humans in Manhattan to sleep. So, there were people everywhere, on the street, on sidewalks, in stopped cars on the street, in their houses, pretty much whereever that person was they stopped what they were doing and laid on the floor and started sleeping.
You were fighting Percy right now. Your old best friend. But something was stirring inside you. Sure, other feelings like anger, envy, hatred, etc. But something else too, almost like...sadness? Regret? But you pushed those aside still feeling them in the back of your mind but you ignored it.