Prologue

The cave was quiet. Its looming walls which usually project demanding orders and frustrated shouts were only dripping of escaping rainwater.

Cronus sat, ruminating on the details of his latest plans. He knew the prophecy was over and he could now defeat the children yet that didn't justify getting cocky. This plan although risky was one of his best. His choices were precise, and they had to be, especially with the Madelia incident. He was scraping the bottom of the barrel with some of them but he was confident it would pay off.

'Agnon! What's the address for the last one again? He gruffly asked.

Agnon scratched his head and opened a piece of paper in his large hand. He proceeded rotating the paper squinting at it like he hoped the unrecognisable words would suddenly be readable.

'Oh give me that!' Cronus growled, as he stood and snatched the paper out of Agnon's hands. A smile crept along his lips as he read the words his henchmen could not.

'With this one we might run into some old friends, Agnon' he announced. 'So we may have to hire some help to keep them busy.'

His chilling laugh echoed through the cave.