Hey guys! So, I know that this has been done before, but no one ever completes these! It really bothers me, so I decided that I'm gonna do it myself. I hope you enjoy :D And feedback is MUCH MUCH MUCH appreciated.
Oh, and unfortunately PJO does not belong to me :( all rights go to the almighty Rick Riorden.
BTW: I am horrible at starting stories so sorry if the beginning is kind of awkward
(extra sorry if everything is awkward)
This takes place after The Last Olypian
"Hello, come inside."
Chiron beckoned Percy, Nico, Annabeth, and Thalia inside the Big House.
"What's up?" Thalia questioned leaning against the wall.
"Well you see, I was recently contacted by the gods. They are, surprisingly, impressed with your heroic deeds these past few years and are inviting you to Olympus to read about these past events."
"What do you mean?" Percy asked, confused.
"Well, I'll let the gods explain that to you, let's go!"
(At Olympus)
"Ahh, welcome young demigods" Zeus began,"I am sure you are a bit confused as to why you have been summoned here today. Apollo, will you please fill them in?"
"Of course. Well kids, we are going to take a little trip down memory lane. You see, a dear friend of ours, Mr. Rick Riorden has put all of your adventures in a few novels. We have decided that we should all read them together. Like a book club or something." Apollo stated.
"Umm, alright. I guess this could be interesting. We could look back at our old adventures and memories." Annabeth stated.
"Yup. Also, everything we read will be in Percy's perspective, which I'm sure will make this much more enjoyable!" Apollo said with a grin.
"Oh no" Percy groaned.
Apollo opened a book, "I'll start the first book Percy Jackson and The Lightning Thief."
Chapter One: I Accidentally Vaporize my Pre-Algebra Teacher
"What kind of chapter title is that?" Nico questioned.
"Oh, you'll see. It makes sense." Percy replied
Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood.
"Who does?" Thalia stated.
If you're reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now.
"Percy giving advice? That can't be good!" Annabeth joked receiving a playful punch from Percy.
Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life. Being a half-blood is dangerous. It's scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways.
The demigods all sighed, and earned pitiful looks from some gods.
If you're a normal kid, reading this because you think it's fiction, great. Read on. I envy you for being able to believe that none of this ever happened. But if you recognize yourself in these pages if you feel something stirring inside, stop reading immediately. You might be one of us. And once you know that, it's only a matter of time before they sense it too, and they'll come for you.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
"I wasn't warned." Nico said. Percy sent him a sheepish look.
My name is Percy Jackson. I'm twelve years old. Until a few months ago, I was a boarding student at Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York.
Am I a troubled kid?
"Don't say anything!" Percy warned the now giggling demigods (and gods).
Yeah. You could say that.I could start at any point in my short miserable life to prove it, but things really started going bad last May, when our sixth-grade class took a field trip to Manhattan. Twenty-eight mental-case kids and two teachers on a yellow school bus, heading to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to look at ancient Greek and Roman stuff.
"Boring" Poseidon stated just as Athena said "It's Fascinating!". They both glared at each other.
I know it sounds like torture.
Most Yancy field trips were. But Mr. Brunner, our Latin teacher, was leading this trip, so I had hopes.
Percy grinned at the mention of his trainer.
Mr. Brunner was this middle-aged guy in a motorized wheelchair. He had thinning hair and a scruffy beard and a frayed tweed jacket, which always smelled like coffee. You wouldn't think he'd be cool, but he told stories and jokes and let us play games in class.
He also had this awesome collection of Roman armor and weapons, so he was the only teacher whose class didn't put me to sleep.
"Don't tell me you still sleep in class Percy" Annabeth said giving her boyfriend a pointed look.
Percy looked like a deer caught in headlights. "Umm. . . Well you see, sometimes I get bored and then I may not have the energy to complete some assignments. . . um, yeah." He stuttered out. "At least I do more homework than Nico!
(BTW this is really OOC so after TLO Nico has started to go to school with Percy. Obviously different grades)
"Hey!"Nico protested. "I haven't gone to school in years! It's not my fault I have trouble getting used to it."
Hades sighed at his son. (yeah he has a throne at Olympus now) Well, it was his own fault that his son couldn't get a proper education. Oh well, training is more important than math.
I hoped the trip would be okay. At least, I hoped that for once I wouldn't get in trouble.
Boy, was I wrong.
"Of course" Poseidon groaned.
See, bad things happen to me on field trips. Like at my fifth-grade school, when we went to the Saratoga battlefield, I had this accident with a Revolutionary War cannon. I wasn't aiming for the school bus, but of course I got expelled anyway.
And before that, at my fourth-grade school, when we took a behind-the-scenes tour of the Marine World shark pool, I sort of hit the wrong lever on the catwalk and our class took an unplanned swim.
And the time before that... Well, you get the idea.
"Aww, I wanted to hear more stories!" Apollo whined.
"Shut up". Artemis scolded.
This trip, I was determined to be good.
"And it turned out so well." Percy said sarcastically
All the way into the city, I put up with Nancy Bobofit, the freckly, redheaded kleptomaniac girl, hitting my best friend Grover in the back of the head with chunks of peanut butter-and-ketchup sandwich.
"Umm gross." Aphrodite stated. Everyone nodded in agreement.
Grover was an easy target. He was scrawny. He cried when he got frustrated. He must've been held back several grades, because he was the only sixth grader with acne and the start of a wispy beard on his chin. On top of all that, he was crippled.
"Grover would love to know how highly you thought of him." Thalia snickered.
"I didn't know he was a satyr was and what he was capable of back then."Percy stated, pouting.
He had a note excusing him from PE for the rest of his life because he had some kind of muscular disease in his legs. He walked funny, like every step hurt him, but don't let that fool you. You should've seen him run when it was enchilada day in the , Nancy Bobofit was throwing wads of sandwich that stuck in his curly brown hair, and she knew I couldn't do anything back to her because I was already on probation. The headmaster had threatened me with death by in-school suspension if anything bad, embarrassing, or even mildly entertaining happened on this trip.
"I'm going to kill her," I mumbled.
"I would help you!" Thalia exclaimed. The rest of the demigods nodded in agreement.
Grover tried to calm me down. "It's okay. I like peanut butter."
He dodged another piece of Nancy's lunch.
"That's it." I started to get up, but Grover pulled me back to my seat.
"You're already on probation," he reminded me. "You know who'll get blamed if anything happens."
Looking back on it, I wish I'd decked Nancy Bobofit right then and there. In-school suspension would've been nothing compared to the mess I was about to get myself into.
The demigods in the room snorted. Comparing suspension to the life of a demigod was ridiculous.
Mr. Brunner led the museum tour. He rode up front in his wheelchair, guiding us through the big echoey galleries, past marble statues and glass cases full of really old black-and-orange pottery. It blew my mind that this stuff had survived for two thousand, three thousand years.
"Honestly Perce how dumb were you?" Thalia asked.
"Shut up! I didn't know about the gods back then and you know it!" Percy said glaring at her.
He gathered us around a thirteen-foot-tall stone column with a big sphinx on the top, and started telling us how it was a grave marker, a stele, for a girl about our age. He told us about the carvings on the sides. I was trying to listen to what he had to say, because it was kind of interesting, but everybody around me was talking, and every time I told them to shut up, the other teacher chaperone, Mrs. Dodds, would give me the evil eye.
Mrs. Dodds was this little math teacher from Georgia who always wore a black leather jacket, even though she was fifty years old. She looked mean enough to ride a Harley right into your locker. She had come to Yancy halfway through the year, when our last math teacher had a nervous breakdown. From her first day, Mrs. Dodds loved Nancy Bobofit and figured I was devil spawn.
"No, that's Nico!" Ares laughed, but quickly shut up after the glare received by Hades and his "devil spawn".
She would point her crooked finger at me and say, "Now, honey," real sweet, and I knew I was going to get after-school detention for a month.
"Oh I know the type." Hermes states, shivering slightly.
One time, after she'd made me erase answers out of old math workbooks until midnight, I told Grover I didn't think Mrs. Dodds was human. He looked at me, real serious, and said, "You're absolutely right."
"Way to be subtle Grover." Annabeth muttered to Herself, smiling.
Mr. Brunner kept talking about Greek funeral art. Finally, Nancy Bobofit snickered something about the naked guy on the stele, and I turned around and said, "Will you shut up?"
It came out louder than I meant it to. The whole group laughed. Mr. Brunner stopped his story.
"Mr. Jackson," he said, "did you have a comment?"
My face was totally red. I said, "No, sir."
Mr. Brunner pointed to one of the pictures on the stele. "Perhaps you'll tell us what this picture represents?
"Haha, this is is gonna be good" Nico snickered. Percy blushed.
I looked at the carving, and felt a flush of relief, because I actually recognized it. "That's Kronos eating his kids, right?"
"Yes," Mr. Brunner said, obviously not satisfied. "And he did this because ..."
"Well..." I racked my brain to remember. "Kronos was the king god, and—"
"God?!" Everyone in the room except for Percy exclaimed.
"I correct myself, wait for it!" Percy pouted.
"God?" Mr. Brunner asked.
"Titan," I corrected myself.
"SEE!" Said Percy.
"And ... he didn't trust his kids, who were the gods. So, um, Kronos ate them, right? But his wife hid baby Zeus, and gave Kronos a rock to eat instead. And later, when Zeus grew up, he tricked his dad, Kronos, into barfing up his brothers and sisters—"
"Eeew!" said one of the girls behind me.
"Yeah, no kidding." Poseidon scoffed.
"—and so there was this big fight between the gods and the Titans," I continued, "and the gods won."
"Wow Perce, you summarized a HUGE war between the titans and the gods in a sentence." Thalia said shaking her head. Percy just looked down, a sheepish look adorning his face.
Some snickers from the group. Behind me, Nancy Bobofit mumbled to a friend, "Like we're going to use this in real life. Like it's going to say on our job applications, 'Please explain why Kronos ate his kids.'"
"And why, Mr. Jackson," Brunner said, "to paraphrase Miss Bobofit's excellent question, does this matter in real life?"
"Oh that's not fair" Annabeth exclaimed, "How is Percy supposed to know this? He doesn't even know the gods exist yet." Percy shot her a grateful look.
"Busted," Grover muttered.
"Shut up," Nancy hissed, her face even brighter red than her hair.
At least Nancy got packed, too. Mr. Brunner was the only one who ever caught her saying anything wrong. He had radar ears.
I wonder why Percy thought to himself sarcastically,
I thought about his question, and shrugged. "I don't know, sir."
"I see." Mr. Brunner looked disappointed. "Well, half credit, Mr. Jackson. Zeus did indeed feed Kronos a mixture of mustard and wine, which made him disgorge his other five children, who, of course, being immortal gods, had been living and growing up completely undigested in the Titan's stomach.
The gods that had been through that all shuddered.
The gods defeated their father, sliced him to pieces with his own scythe, and scattered his remains in Tartarus, the darkest part of the Underworld. On that happy note, it's time for lunch. Mrs. Dodds, would you lead us back outside?"
"Oh yeah, really happy note." Hades grumbled.
The class drifted off, the girls holding their stomachs, the guys pushing each other around and acting like doofuses.
"Boys." Artemis rolled her eyes.
Grover and I were about to follow when Mr. Brunner said, "Mr. Jackson."
I knew that was coming.
I told Grover to keep going. Then I turned toward Mr. Brunner. "Sir?"
Mr. Brunner had this look that wouldn't let you go intense brown eyes that could've been a thousand years old and had seen everything.
Annabeth sighed. She had grown up with that look.
"You must learn the answer to my question," Mr. Brunner told me.
"About the Titans?"
"About real life. And how your studies apply to it."
"Oh."
"Have you learned anything since then Percy?" Annabeth chuckled.
"Nah, I think everything just when through head" Thalia snickered.
"Too much seaweed in his brain"Nico said smirking.
"Good to know I gained such supportive friends." Percy grumbled.
Annabeth kissed Percy and a blush decorated his cheeks. Athena sent him a horrible glare.
"What you learn from me," he said, "is vitally important. I expect you to treat it as such. I will accept only the best from you, Percy Jackson."
I wanted to get angry, this guy pushed me so hard.
"Well, it's either that, or die." Thalia sighed.
I mean, sure, it was kind of cool on tournament days, when he dressed up in a suit of Roman armor and shouted: "What ho!'" and challenged us, sword-point against chalk, to run to the board and name every Greek and Roman person who had ever lived, and their mother, and what god they worshiped. But Mr. Brunner expected me to be as good as everybody else, despite the fact that I have dyslexia and attention deficit disorder
and I had never made above a C- in my life.
Athena rolled her eyes.
No he didn't expect me to be as good; he expected me to be better. And I just couldn't learn all those names and facts, much less spell them correctly.
I mumbled something about trying harder, while Mr. Brunner took one long sad look at the stele, like he'd been at this girl's told me to go outside and eat my lunch.
"He probably had, do you remember who the statue was of?" Artemis asked.
"How am I supposed to remember that?" Percy questioned.
The class gathered on the front steps of the museum, where we could watch the foot traffic along Fifth Avenue.
Overhead, a huge storm was brewing, with clouds blacker than I'd ever seen over the city. I figured maybe it was global warming or something, because the weather all across New York State had been weird since Christmas. We'd had massive snow storms, flooding, wildfires from lightning strikes. I wouldn't have been surprised if this was a hurricane blowing in.
"Oh how naive I was back then" Percy stated shaking his head. He had thought that was a regular hurricane. Zeus, Hades and Poseidon looked at each other with slightly apologetic expressions. It had been awkward when they realized they were all tricked. Zeus then sent a glare at Ares, who, despite being the powerful and mean war god, cowered and shrunk into his throne.
Nobody else seemed to notice. Some of the guys were pelting pigeons with lunch tables crackers. Nancy Bobofit was trying to pickpocket something from a lady's purse, and, of course, Mrs. Dodds wasn't seeing a thing. Grover and I sat on the edge of the fountain, away from the others. We thought that maybe if we did that, everybody wouldn't know we were from that school the school for loser freaks who couldn't make it elsewhere.
"Don't worry Percy, you'll always be a loser freak to me" Thalia grinned.
"Gee thanks" Percy said sarcastically.
"Detention?" Grover asked.
"Nah," I said. "Not from Brunner. I just wish he'd lay off me sometimes. I mean I'm not a genius."
Grover didn't say anything for a while. Then, when I thought he was going to give me some deep philosophical comment to make me feel better, he said, "Can I have your apple?"
Everyone in the throne room laughed.
"Oh grover." Annabeth chuckled.
I didn't have much of an appetite, so I let him take it.
I watched the stream of cabs going down Fifth Avenue, and thought about my mom's apartment, only a little ways uptown from where we sat. I hadn't seen her since Christmas. I wanted so bad to jump in a taxi and head home. She'd hug me and be glad to see me, but she'd be disappointed, too. She'd send me right back to Yancy, remind me that I had to try harder, even if this was my sixth school in six years and I was probably going to be kicked out again. I wouldn't be able to stand that sad look she'd give me.
"I love your mom" Nico stated. Mrs. Jackson made sure that Nico visited every few days. She would make him stay over so that she could make sure he was well fed and cared for. Percy smiled at him. His mom had really grown to care for Nico as well.
Poseidon smiled at the mention of Sally. He really missed her, she was truly a remarkable and incredible women. Perhaps he should go visit her soon. Although, having that Blowfish guy there won't be very appreciated.
Mr. Brunner parked his wheelchair at the base of the handicapped ramp. He ate celery while he read a paperback novel. A red umbrella stuck up from the back of his chair, making it look like a motorized café table.
I was about to unwrap my sandwich when Nancy Bobofit appeared in front of me with her ugly friends.
Everybody groaned.
"This chick is seriously annoying!" Hermes whined.
I guess she'd gotten tired of stealing from the tourists and dumped her half-eaten lunch in Grover's lap.
"Oops." She grinned at me with her crooked teeth. Her freckles were orange, as if somebody had spray-painted her face with liquid Cheetos.
"Gross. She needs some good qua lit makeup" Aphrodite exclaimed.
I tried to stay cool. The school counselor had told me a million times, "Count to ten, get control of your temper."But I was so mad my mind went blank. A wave roared in my ears. I don't remember touching her, but the next thing I knew, Nancy was sitting on her butt in the fountain, screaming, "Percy pushed me!"
"And here is where things started going wrong." Percy groaned.
Mrs. Dodds materialized next to us.
Some of the kids were whispering: "Did you see—"
"—the water—"
"—like it grabbed her—"
I didn't know what they were talking about. All I knew was that I was in trouble again. As soon as Mrs. Dodds was sure poor little Nancy was okay, promising to get her a new shirt at the museum gift shop, etc., etc., Mrs. Dodds turned on me. There was a triumphant fire in her eyes, as if I'd done something she'd been waiting for all semester. "Now, honey "
"I know," I grumbled. "A month erasing workbooks."
"Why would you say that?" Nico and Hermes questioned.
"Come with me," Mrs. Dodds said.
"Wait!" Grover yelped. "It was me. I pushed her."I stared at him, stunned. I couldn't believe he was trying to cover for me. Mrs. Dodds scared Grover to death. She glared at him so hard his whiskery chin trembled.
"I don't think so, Mr. Underwood," she said.
"But—"
"You—will—stay—here."
"Wow Grover, who is this lady?" Nico asked. Thalia also looked right, Percy thought, Nico and Thalia don't know what happened. Well this is going to interesting.
Grover looked at me desperately.
"It's okay, man," I told him. "Thanks for trying."
"Honey," Mrs. Dodds barked at me. "Now."
Nancy Bobofit smirked. I gave her my deluxe I'll-kill-you-later stare.
"Oooh how terrifying." Ares snickered.
Then I turned to face Mrs. Dodds, but she wasn't there. She was standing at the museum entrance, way at the top of the steps, gesturing impatiently at me to come on. How'd she get there so fast?
"Wait, Percy, you don't have a weapon!" Poseidon exclaimed.
"Don't worry Dad" Percy comforted, "You'll see what happens".
I have moments like that a lot, when my brain falls asleep or something, and the next thing I know I've missed something, as if a puzzle piece fell out of the universe and left me staring at the blank place behind it.
The other demigods frowned in agreement. They all knew what it was like, and they hated it. It made life so much harder than it already was for demigods.
The school counselor told me this was part of the ADHD, my brain misinterpreting things.
I wasn't so sure. I went after Mrs. Dodds.
Halfway up the steps, I glanced back at Grover. He was looking pale, cutting his eyes between me and Mr. Brunner, like he wanted Mr. Brunner to notice what was going on, but Mr. Brunner was absorbed in his novel.I looked back up. Mrs. Dodds had disappeared again. She was now inside the building, at the end of the entrance hall.
Okay, I thought. She's going to make me buy a new shirt for Nancy at the gift shop. But apparently that wasn't the plan.
Nope, not at all Percy thought.
I followed her deeper into the museum. When I finally caught up to her, we were back in the Greek and Roman section. Except for us, the gallery was empty.
Mrs. Dodds stood with her arms crossed in front of a big marble frieze of the Greek gods. She was making this weird noise in her throat, like growling. Even without the noise, I would've been nervous. It's weird being alone with a teacher, especially Mrs. Dodds. Something about the way she looked at the frieze, as if she wanted to pulverize it...
Poseidon grimaced and closed his eyes. It's ok, Percy's right here he assured himself.
"You've been giving us problems, honey," she said.
I did the safe thing. I said, "Yes, ma'am."
She tugged on the cuffs of her leather jacket. "Did you really think you would get away with it?"
The look in her eyes was beyond mad. It was evil. She's a teacher, I thought nervously. It's not like she's going to hurt me.
I said, "I'll I'll try harder, ma'am."
"Yeah I totally misinterpreted what she was talking about." Percy said shaking his head.
"No kidding." Annabeth agreed.
Thunder shook the building.
"We are not fools, Percy Jackson," Mrs. Dodds said. "It was only a matter of time before we found you out. Confess, and you will suffer less pain."
I didn't know what she was talking about. All I could think of was that the teachers must've found the illegal stash of candy I'd been selling out of my dorm room.
"hahahaha" Everyone in the throne room burst in to laughter.
"Wow Percy, that's what you though?" Nico laughed.
"How was I supposed to know I was being accused of stealing Zeus's lightning bolt?" Percy asked.
"You were accused of what?!" Thalia and Nico exclaimed. "How did that happen?" Thalia asked, looking at Zeus.
"You'll find out soon" Percy smirked. He enjoyed having more knowledge than his cousins.
Or maybe they'd realized I got my essay on Tom Sawyer from the Internet without ever reading the book and now they were going to take away my grade. Or worse, they were going to make me read the book.
"It's a good book Percy" Annabeth said. "But your still not going to read it, are you?"
Percy shook his head.
"Well?" she demanded.
"Ma'am, I don't..."
"Your time is up," she hissed.
Then the weirdest thing happened. Her eyes began to glow like barbecue coals. Her fingers stretched, turning into talons. Her jacket melted into large, leathery wings. She wasn't human. She was a shriveled hag with bat wings and claws and a mouth full of yellow fangs, and she was about to slice me to ribbons.
"She's a fury!" Nico shouted in realization. "Alecto! If she's after you, you must be in some serious trouble Perce."
"Oh I am." Percy said.
"When isn't he in trouble?" Annabeth asked.
Then things got even stranger.
Mr. Brunner, who'd been out in front of the museum a minute before, wheeled his chair into the doorway of the gallery, holding a pen in his hand.
Percy smiled at the mention of Riptide.
"What ho, Percy!" he shouted, and tossed the pen through the air.
Mrs. Dodds lunged at me.
With a yelp, I dodged and felt talons slash the air next to my ear. I snatched the ballpoint pen out of the air, but when it hit my hand, it wasn't a pen anymore. It was a sword Mr. Brunner's bronze sword, which he always used on tournament day.
Poseidon sighed with relief. He got a weapon.
Mrs. Dodds spun toward me with a murderous look in her eyes. My knees were jelly. My hands were shaking so bad I almost dropped the sword.
She snarled, "Die, honey!"
"Seriously, she could stop with the 'honey' thing." Hermes said.
"I wish" Nico grumbled.
And she flew straight at me.
Absolute terror ran through my body. I did the only thing that came naturally: I swung the sword. The metal blade hit her shoulder and passed clean through her body as if she were made of water. Hissss! Mrs. Dodds was a sand castle in a power fan.
"And that was the first time a monster was killed killed by yours truly." Percy said, grinning.
That's my boy Poseidon thought to himself, smiling.
She exploded into yellow powder, vaporized on the spot, leaving nothing but the smell of sulfur and a dying screech and a chill of evil in the air, as if those two glowing red eyes were still watching me.
I was alone.
There was a ballpoint pen in my hand.
Mr. Brunner wasn't there. Nobody was there but me. My hands were still trembling. My lunch must've been contaminated with magic mushrooms or something.
Had I imagined the whole thing?
"Oh dear, the mist. You must have been so confused." Hestia said pitifully.
"It gets worse." Percy sighed.
I went back outside. It had started to rain. Grover was sitting by the fountain, a museum map tented over his head. Nancy Bobofit was still standing there, soaked from her swim in the fountain, grumbling to her ugly friends. When she saw me, she said, "I hope Mrs. Kerr whipped your butt."
"Who?" Nico asked.
"I was wondering the same thing." Percy remembered.
I said, "Who?"
"Our teacher. Duh!"
I blinked. We had no teacher named Mrs. Kerr. I asked Nancy what she was talking about. She just rolled her eyes and turned away. I asked Grover where Mrs. Dodds was.
He said, "Who?" But he paused first, and he wouldn't look at me, so I thought he was messing with me.
"Grover isn't the best liar." Annabeth admitted.
"Not funny, man," I told him. "This is serious."
Thunder boomed overhead. I saw Mr. Brunner sitting under his red umbrella, reading his book, as if he'd never moved. I went over to him. He looked up, a little distracted. "Ah, that would be my pen. Please bring your own writing utensil in the future, Mr. Jackson."
I handed Mr. Brunner his pen. I hadn't even realized I was still holding it.
"Sir," I said, "where's Mrs. Dodds?"
He stared at me blankly. "Who?"
"The other chaperone. Mrs. Dodds. The pre-algebra teacher."
He frowned and sat forward, looking mildly concerned. "Percy, there is no Mrs. Dodds on this trip. As far as I know, there has never been a Mrs. Dodds at Yancy Academy. Are you feeling all right?"
"And that's the end of that little chappy!" Apollo cheered. "I'm going to get my neck massager before we start the next one, it's so stiff!" With that, he walked out.
The gods took this time to inspect their children. The three brothers were surprised at the positive relationships that their children had with each other. They argued so much that it was strange to see them get along so well. Zeus looked over at his daughter. She seemed really happy around the other demigods, and that warmed Zeus's heart. After all that she suffered, she deserved it.
Athena smiled at Annabeth. Since Annabeth was redesigning Olympus, they have seen each other so often. Athena was so proud of her daughter, now if only she'd stop dating Percy.
Hades was also watching his child. Seeing Nico happy and safe took a huge pile of guilt of Hades's chest. Yea, he may seem mean and heartless, but he cared about his son. Even if Nico didn't know it, Hades cared. Nico still looked a bit too thin and pale, but he was happy, and that was all Hades could ask for.
Poseidon motioned for Percy to come to him.
"Hey dad" Percy greeted. Poseidon smiled and they talked for a bit. Percy had turned into such a brave and honorable young man that Poseidon couldn't help but be proud. He was so happy that he could talk to Percy right now. Also, talking to him felt like talking to Sally.
"I'm back!" Apollo shouted walking into the throne room with a pink neck massager. "Let's continue shall we?"
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