The dracaena queen became impatient and charged. Chiron's arrow flew straight

between her eyes and she vaporized on the spot, her empty armor clattering to

the asphalt.

 

Chiron reached for another arrow, but his quiver was empty. He dropped the bow

and drew his sword.

 

I knew he hated fighting with a sword. It was never his favorite weapon.

 

Kronos chuckled. He advanced a step, and Chiron's horse-half skittered

nervously. His tail flicked back and forth.

 

"You're a teacher," Kronos sneered. "Not a hero."

 

"Luke was a hero," Chiron said. "He was a good one, until you corrupted him."

 

"FOOL!" Kronos's voice shook the city. "You filled his head with empty promises.

You said the gods cared about me!"

 

"Me," Chiron noticed. "You said me.”

 

Kronos looked confused, and in that moment, Chiron struck. It was a good

maneuver — a feint followed by a strike to the face. I couldn't have done better

myself, but Kronos was quick. He had all of Luke's fighting skill, which was a

lot. He knocked aside Chiron's blade and yelled, "BACK!"