Disclaimer: I do NOT own Percy Jackson and The Olympians. I own the plot and Scar.

The Prophecy:

A Lareren Female of the eldest gods,

Awakened on her twelfth year,

A cursed sword taken and accepted,

To survive through her years must sacrifice what she cherish most.

Gods, Titans, and Monsters bow,

The Mate of the gods,

Unknown til unleashed.

Scar's P.O.V.

" Percy and I were listening to Mr. Brunner. Well, I was at least; Percy was talking to Grover. Nancy Bobofit was snickering about something. Percy snapped "Will you shut up?"

"Mr. Jackson," he said, "did you have a comment?"

Percy said," No, Sir."

Mr. Brunner pointed to one of the pictures on the stele. "Perhaps you'll tell us what this picture represents?"

Percy looked at the carving, and said, "That's Kronos eating his kids, right?"

"Yes," Mr. Brunner said, obviously NOT satisfied. "And he did this because …"

"Well . . . "Percy said. "Kronos was the king god, and- "

"God?" Mr. Brunner asked.

"Titan," he corrected himself. "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 Percy.

"- and so there was this big fight between the gods and the Titans," Percy continued, "and the gods won."

I heard some snickers from the group.

Behind Percy, 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?"

"Busted," Grover muttered.

"Shut up," Nancy hissed.

Percy shrugged and said, "I don't know, sir."

"I see." Mr. Brunner looking 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 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."

The class moved outside, girls holding their stomachs, guys acting like doofuses.

Mr. Brunner said, "Mr. Jackson."

I said, "Good luck, man."

When we got outside, I saw a huge storm brewing, with clouds blacker than I ever saw over the city. But then again we've had massive snow storms, flooding, wildfire from lightning strikes. I would NOT have been surprised if this was a hurricane coming.

Some guys were pelting pigeons with crackers.

Percy came out of the museum and came over.

"Detention?" Grover asked.

"Nah," Percy said. "Not from Brunner. I just wish he'd lay off me sometimes. I mean-I'm not a genius."

Grover asked, "Can I have your apple?"

Percy gave Grover his apple.

Nancy appeared in front of Percy.

"Oops." She grinned at me with her crooked teeth.

Next thing I knew, Nancy was sitting in the fountain, screaming, "Percy and Scar pushed me!"

Mrs. Dodds appeared next to us.

There whispers "Did you see-"

"- the water- "

"- like it grabbed her- "

As soon as Mrs. Dodds was sure Nancy was fine, Mrs. Dodds turned on Percy and I. There was a triumphant fire in her eyes like we done something she has been waiting all semester for. "Now, dears- "

"I know, "Percy grumbled. "A mouth of erasing workbooks."

That was not the right thing for Percy to say.

"Come with me, the both of you," Mrs. Dodds said.

"Wait!" Grover yelped. "It was me. I pushed her."

Percy and I stared at him, stunned. Mrs. Dodds scared Grover to death.

"I don't think so, Mr. Underwood," she said.

"But- "

"You-will-stay-here."

Grover looked at us desperately.

"It's okay, Grover," I said. "Thanks for trying."

"Dears," Mrs. Dodds barked us. "Now."

Nancy Bobofit smirked.

Percy gave her his deluxe I'll-kill-you-later stare. Then we turned to face Mrs. Dodds, but she was not there. She was standing at the museum entrance, way at the top of the steps, gesturing impatiently at us to come on.

When did she get up there?

We went after Mrs. Dodds.

Halfway up the stairs, we glanced at Grover. He was pale-faced, cutting his eyes between us and Mr. Brunner like he wanted Mr. Brunner to notice what was going on, but Mr. Brunner was absorbed into his novel.

We looked back up. Mrs. Dodds vanished again. She was now inside of the building, at the end of the entrance hall.

What I thought at least, was is that she was going to make us buy a new shirt for Nancy at the gift shop.

But that was not the plan.

We followed her deeper into the museum. When we finally caught up to her, we were back in the Greek and Roman section.

Except for us three, 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, we, well I at least, would have 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. . .

"You have been giving us problems, honey," she said looking at Percy.

He said, "Yes, ma'am."

She tugged on the cuffs of her leather jacket. "Did you really think you would get away with it?"

I looked at Percy nervously.

He said, "I'll-I'll try harder, ma'am."

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."

"Well?" she demanded.

"Ma'am, I don't. . . "

'Your time is up," she hissed.

Her eyes began to glow like barbecue coals. Her fingers stretched, Turing into talons. Her jacket melted into large, leathery wings. She was not human. She turned into a shriveled hag with bat wings and claws and a mouth full of yellow fangs, and she was about to slice Percy into bite-size pieces.

Then Mr. Brunner, rolled his wheelchair into the doorway of the gallery, holding a . . . pen in his hand.

"What ho, Percy!" he shouted and tossed the pen through the air.

Mrs. Dodds lunged at Percy.

With a yelp, Percy dodged. He snatched the ballpoint pen out of the air, but when it hit his hand, it wasn't a pen anymore. It was a sword- Mr. Brunner's bronze sword that he always used on tournament day.

Mrs. Dodds spun toward Percy with a murderous look in her eyes. But when she looked at me, it softened to a looked of adoration. That's right adoration, that's disgusting on so many levels.

She snarled, "Die, honey,"

And she flew straight at Percy.

Percy swung the sword.

The metal blade hit her shoulder and passed clean through her body as if she were made of water.

Hiss!

Mrs. Dodds was a sand castle with a power fan. She exploded into yellow power, 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 us.

We were alone.

There was a ballpoint pen in Percy's hand.

Mr. Brunner was not there. Nobody was there but me.

We went outside and it was raining.

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 friends. When she saw us, well, Percy, she said, "I hope Mrs. Kerr whipped your butt."

Percy said, "Who?"

"Our teacher. Duh!"

We had no teacher named Mrs. Kerr.

Percy asked Grover where Mrs. Dodds was.

He said, "Who?"

But he paused first, and he would not look at us.

"Not funny, man," Percy said. "This is serious"

Thunder boomed overhead.

We saw Mr. Brunner sitting under his red umbrella, reading his book, as of he'd never moved.

We 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."

Percy handed Mr. Brunner his pen.

"Sir," Percy said, "where's Mrs. Dodds?"

He stared at us blankly." Who?"

"The other chaperone. Mrs. Dodds. The pre-algebra teacher."

He frowned and sat forward, looking mildly concerned. "Percy, the 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 alright?"