her, he knew Helen wasn?t his cousin.
There were rumors that a few Scions in the past had found a way
around the Furies, and Creon believed Helen was one of them. His
mother said it was impossible?that all the other Houses had been
destroyed?but Creon had more to go on than a gut feeling. The
traitors were guarding her like she was the last enemy Scion, and
she was so untrained, so ignorant of who and what she was, it
seemed obvious to Creon that she had been purposely hidden away
from all the Houses, even her own. But above any of these other
reasons, it was Creon?s body that told him she was not related to
him. He had met dozens of his female cousins, all beautiful as the
daughters of Apollo should be, but not one of them kept him up at
night the way Helen did. He knew she was from another House.
He was obligated by family duty to watch and wait for a few more
days in order to remain true to the promise he had made his mother,
but very soon he would prove himself. He was up to this challenge,
and although there was an alternative for unification of the
Houses other than combat, Creon forced himself not to think about
it no matter how tempting it was. This was his one chance at the
glory he deserved, the last chance at this type of glory for any
Scion. There was another Triumph waiting to be captured, and in
his heart he knew that this Triumph would be the one to open the
gates of Atlantis.
Creon was destined to be the Scion to make his family immortal,
and for that his father would honor him above all others.
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