The dracaena queen bared her fangs. "Oh, yessss, my lord. Quite a lovely

sssssurprissse."

 

"Excellent," Kronos said. "Tell my brother Hyperion to move our main force south

into Central Park.

 

The half-bloods will be in such disarray they will not be able to defend

themselves. Go now, Ethan. Work on improving your memory. We will talk again

when we have taken Manhattan."

 

Ethan bowed, and my dreams shifted one last time. I saw the Big House at camp,

but it was a different era. The house was painted red instead of blue. The

campers down at the volleyball pit had early '90s hairstyles, which were

probably good for keeping monsters away.

 

Chiron stood by the porch, talking to Hermes and a woman holding a baby.

Chiron's hair was shorter and darker. Hermes wore his usual jogging suit with

his winged high-tops. The woman was tall and pretty. She had blond hair, shining

eyes and a friendly smile. The baby in her arms squirmed in his blue blanket

like Camp Half-Blood was the last place he wanted to be.

 

"It's an honor to have you here," Chiron told the woman, though he sounded

nervous. "It's been a long time since a mortal was allowed at camp."