We're Screwed
It’s been a week since Angelos told me Kronos was coming. We’ve had time to prepare, and Leo has managed to produce about fifty swords in a week.
Will has forgiven me, and his condition for me to continue my plan is that I can do it as long as he can help.
I had no objections to that, so I allowed him to do so. Yesterday evening, the Amazons arrived. They came down on unicorns for some reason... it was really cool, though. Similarly, the Hunters showed up in the middle of the night. Even Artemis was there. I don’t think she wanted to show herself, though. She kept herself hidden and didn’t reveal herself—not even to the magicians.
“Thank God you guys are here,” Leo said, happy. “We have enough weapons for the seventh years of Hogwarts, but I’m not sure about everyone else, and I’m glad you guys brought your own weapons.”
Thalia smiled. “I’m gonna need you to make us some more arrows. Maybe some more arrowheads. Could you also make some that explode or, I don’t know, some kind of poison gas? You know, like the ones Chiron used to provide?”
“Oh yeah, of course,” Leo said grimly. After having completed the impossible, he was given another impossible task. I was sure Leo was ready for a nap that would last days after the battle was over. “I’d love to do that.”
“Thanks,” Thalia smiled.
Leo left, getting back to work with his new order of weapons.
Before I could say anything else, Angelos appeared in front of me again. “Nico,” she smiled. “We’re back... well, I am. The others are still on their way. They’re kind of escaping some Death Eaters.” She spoke of the other gods—she had done it. She had managed to bring them here.
“What?” I asked, surprised. “Why don’t you help them?”
She shrugged. “I don’t want to, and I know that they can escape on their own.”
I rolled my eyes. “Fine, but you’re lucky they’re on their way here.”
She shrugged again. “I don’t know... I just spent a week with them. It wasn’t very lucky for me.”
I patted her on the shoulder. “I know, thank you, Angelos. I owe you one.”
She smiled. “I know you do.”
Before she could say anything else, the whole castle shook. The ground trembled beneath us, nearly knocking us off our feet.
“What the hell was that?” Maggie cried.
“It felt like a tremor,” Alex replied.
“No, they’re here,” I muttered. I glanced up at the ceiling—it was shaking. The walls were crumbling. They were already beginning the war. It had begun, and we were woefully unprepared.
We ran outside. A couple of the other students were screaming, running for cover. Voldemort was here, and his army was waiting for us. We were screwed.