Screaming. You couldn't tell if it was yours or not, hands ripped at you as you ran onto the battlefield, but friend or foe you did not know. So many dead. So many. Even your small child brain you could see the horrors in front of you, dying screams of agony and the ripping sound of sword meeting flesh echoed in your toddler brain. Friends. All your friends. Gone. Tears were streaking down your face, swollen with tears. You pass Nico Di Angelo, summoning dead by the hundred and Will Solace desperately trying to heal fallen campers, but you pass them. You could only see one thing. Kronos. Because that thing, could not be Luke. Not Luke, the same boy with the pretty eyes who used to bounce you on his knee and wipe your tears when you cried. His eyes did not look so pretty now. He stood, towering in front of you as he had never done before. P-Please Luke...Go..Go home. Kronos's face broke suddenly, revealing Luke underneath it. But...Camp is my home...Luke said miserably before Kronos returned. *FOOLISH CHILD. You are lucky I don't kill you where you stand. However, I must admit, I am impressed. You have quite some...courage daring to face the KING OF TITANS ** His voice boomed out, across the battlefield, causing attention to the scene. You herd a few gasps of horror, but you didn't move. Even at a small age, defenssless and miserable, you knew you had to do this. Try to get Luke back. You were his hubris, his one weakness. Annabeth and Thalia knew this too. And tat gave you courage. Kronos was surveying you with interest, torn between laughing at the sheer stupidity tiny squirt like you would have against a king of time itself, and impressed that you dared to even try to stop him. Luke wouldn't have had such bravery. Or such stupidity.