Okay, so this is the story that I'm probably having the most fun writing. Please review. If you want to flame, please don't. I love suggestions! Also I'm probably not going to write any more of these bold thingy's in the other chapters.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything! Also 100% copyright. The entire story will probably be rather slightly based from the beginning of the Titans Curse to the end of either TLO or TLH or TSN. So, um, like, enjoy. :))

You know what I don't recommend if you are a demigod? Going on a monster hunting mission with Clarisse. Especially if you promised a certain four-thousand-year-old centaur that you wouldn't use a certain rhyming spells that your he decided to hand over through an Iris message, but you did it anyway. Great way to become her best friend, right? Yeah! Of course it's right! – Please note the sarcasm.

So here we where, Clarisse being very creative with rhyming swear words that would've put a cellmate to shame- if the cell mate survived the first few seconds with her- and punching me in every place she could. I won't mention my tailbone… I spotted the familiar gleam of an Iris message forming and decided not to mention it and let Clarisse beat me up some more, just to get her in trouble. Seconds later, I saw my dad's face forming out of the mist. I tried to look as in- pain as possible , but, sadly, my father decided, many years ago, that he would not tell the world that he, a rare, peacefull centaur, has an immortal son that is, in fact, HUMAN! forget I said that...

anyhow... my dads eyes narrowed and he looked like he was about to explode as soon as he saw the state that i was in. here is what happened:

He eyed us for a moment, then exclaimed

"CLARISSE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO THE POOR LAD? "

Clarisse glared at him and snarled

"what do you think I was doing, horse butt?"

I could feel a fight building up, and I already knew that my dad could get pretty deadly in protective mode, so I tried to stop it as fast as possible.

" Um, da- I mean, director Chiron, maybe you should calm down a little…."

My father promptly ignored me and wen't on ranting,

" HOW DARE YOU HARM MY SON? YOU LITTLE –SPAMMING-SPAMMING- DAUGHTER OF ARES! I KNEW I SHOULDN'T HAVE HELPED YOUR FATHER! YOUR LUCKY THAT PERCY DESIDED TO TELL THE WORLD ABOUT THE tail curler, OTHER WISE I'D HAVE YOU KILLED BY THE CYCLOPS STANDING BEHIND YOU!"

His face disappeared in a splash of misty color and I realized that my jaw was hanging down to the floor. Wow. That was unexpected... wait... did he say Cyclops? i turned around slowly and decided not to tell Clarisse that Tyson was behind her... good thing its Tyson! (It's also a good thing that i promised him a pony, otherwise he would've knocked me out like he did to Clarisse.)

The next day, I was literally making headline news, thanks to Michael yew, that annoying Apollo camp councilor. The news (cough, rumor, cough) was that Chiron had a son in camp... as if! O.o hem... lets just say that I was a happy son of Hermes at the moment, so I wasn't a major suspect... (The key word is major...) The sons of Hermes where, naturally, getting questioned. So i had to work on lying, - which I've never done in my life- theft- the same thing as lying- and general loudness and prankyness...

Please, tell me to be quiet and curl up in the Hypnos cabin any day...

At the campfire, Chiron announced that he did not have any children and those rumors where dangerous for the camps reputation...

But I, Carystus, Chiron's son, know more than what is told...

The unofficial end

NOOOO! NOT THE PANKAKES! NOOOO!