AN – I apologize for not posting the longer chapter I promised to post. But I found a Beta! The wonderfully wondrous Symphonious Dreaming will be the Beta for this story from now on. And this of course is for you, Orochi-Ne. Thank you for your support.

Chapter One - Here We Go Again May - Demeter

The bike was a rusted old thing. The blue paint was coming off. The squished bodies of insects were quite prominent along with slicks of mud against the wheel.

Megera Collins scowled when she saw the bike. The bike, as her father called it (Megera would call it a dirty piece of metal and rubber), was a birthday gift.

Megera Collins wasn't surprised. Her father had a knack for terrible birthday gifts. Including the ant farm he gave her when she was only seven.

Megera was disappointed too. She was sure that this was the year; the year that finally her father would break the Bad Gift Streak.

As you have guess by now (or not guessed by now) Megera Collins is a Demigod. Her mom was Harmonia, a "mere minor goddess of Harmonia". Therefore Megera stayed at Camp only part time.

Megera then heard the thumping sounds of her father's shoes.

She plastered a smile on to her face, spun around on her heels and greeted Damian Collins.

"Hi Dad," Megera said.

"Do you like your gift, darling?" replied Damian.

"Umm…Of course I do!" cried Megera.

"That's great! You can bring it to camp!" shouted Damian.

Megera's face turned purple.

Damian remained happy and cheerful.

"I rather not…I don't want the other kids to get it dirty," said Megera.

"I understand." Replied Damian cheerfully.

Damian then proceeded to walk into the house muttering "Young people these days! So protective."

Megera gave a sign of relief.

Because there is no way in this idiotic world she was going to take this rusty old thing to Camp.

Isn't it bad enough that's she teased 25/7?

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Two dark figures sat around a circular table.

"Do you have it" inquired one figure.

"No master. Percy Jackson still has it," whispered the other.

"Curse that infernal child! I WILL HAVE IT! I DON'T CARE WHAT PROTECTION HE HAS! GET ME THE RING!" shouted the other figure as his hand crashed down upon the table, shattering it into tiny splinters.

"Yes master."

"Wait!"

"Yes master?"

"Release the dragon."

"But-"

"DO IT!"