So here is the next chapter. I'm sorry I didn't update faster, I kind of am writing 3 stories at the moments. But spring break is next week so I should get a lot of writing done but, my grandma does not have internet so I will write but I will update when I get home (22nd). Thank you for all the reviews. Please try and give some advice or ideas in your reviews because I want to know what you like and don't like.

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Chapter 3

The book was passed around the throne room all the way to Apollo. He grabbed the book and opened it with a smile to chapter three. With a slight chuckle he read the title of the chapter.

"Grover Unexpectedly Loses His Pants." He said with another laugh, and as he laughed a wave of laughs exploded through the room.

"Great way to lose your pants." Hermes muttered.

It took awhile but everyone slowly began to stop laughing. Then Apollo started reading again.

"Confession time: I ditched Grover as soon as we got to the bus terminal."

"That was rude." Hera said with a disgruntled look.

"I know, I know. It was rude. But Grover was freaking me out, looking at me like I was a dead man, muttering 'Why does this always happen?' and 'Why does it always have to be sixth grade?'"

"Ughh, is there anytime your not in danger." Poseidon said in the direction of his son.

"No, not really. Its kind of become the norm." Percy said to his father. He was kind of glad that his dad was nervous, about his sons safety.

"When he got upset, Grover's bladder acted up, so I wasn't surprised when, as soon as we got off the bus, he made me promise to wait for him, and made a beeline for the restroom. Instead of waiting, I got my suitcase, slipped outside, and caught the first taxi uptown.

'East One-Hundred-and-fourth and First,' I told the driver.

A word about my mother, before you meet her.

Her name is Sally Jackson and she's the best person in the world,'"

"Aw, he's so sweet." Aphrodite crooned at Percy.

At the mention of Sally's name, Poseidon smiled and thought about the love of his life.

"'Which just proves my theory that the best people have the rottenest luck.'"

"That is true, but usually demigods just have bad luck anyway." Hermes said, thinking of his son Luke and what his fate is.

"True, I wish this bad luck would get rid of some of them though." Dionysus said under his breathe.

"'Her own parents died in a plane crash when she was five, and she was raised by an uncle who didn't care much about her. She wanted to be a novelist, so she spent high school working to save enough money for a college with a good creative-writing program. Then her uncle got cancer, and she had to quit school her senior year to take care of him. After he died, she was left with no money, no family, and no diploma."

"I should make sure she goes to college, she sounds like a deserving person." Athena said thinking out loud.

"Thank you." Poseidon said to Athena, in a grateful voice.

"The only good break she ever got was meeting my dad."

Poseidon smiled at the mention of Sally and him thinking of all the good times. He missed Sally.

"I don't have any memories of him, just this sort of warm glow, maybe the barest trace of his smile. My mom doesn't talk about him because it makes her sad. She has no pictures. See, they weren't married."

"Aww" The girls in the room signed.

"She told me he was rich and important, and their relationship was a secret. Then one day, he set sail across the Atlantic on some important journey, and he never came back.

Lost at sea, my mom told me. Not dead. Lost at sea."

"That's kind of true." Hermes said with a dazed semi-paying attention look.

"She worked odd jobs, took night classes to get her diploma, and raised me on her own. She never complained or got mad. Not even once. But I knew I wasn't an easy kid."

"Okay, she definitely needs my help." Athena said.

"Finally, she married Gabe Ugliano,"

"Ugh" Percy groaned at the mention of his late step father.

"What?" Apollo asked.

"You'll see." Percy said in a I'm-not-looking-forward-to-this kind of way. At the same time Poseidon winced at the thought of Gabe.

"Who was nice the first thirty seconds we knew him, then showed his true colors as a world-class jerk."

Percy shook is head, then smiled at the thought of Gabe in some art museum somewhere as a statue. Then everyone gave him a strange look.

"You'll understand at the end." He said smiling.

"When I was young, I nicknamed him Smelly Gabe."

"That's not a nice nickname." Artemis said.

"I'm sorry, but it's the truth. The guy reeked like moldy garlic pizza wrapped in gym shorts."

"Ew, that's not a good smell. We should know." Travis said.

"You would." Katie Gardener said in response.

"Between the two of us,"

"We made my mom's life pretty hard. The way Smelly Gabe treated her, the way he and I go along…well, when I came home is a good example.

I walked into our little apartment, hoping my mom would be home from work. Instead, Smelly Gabe was in the living room, playing poker with his buddies. The television blared ESPN. Chips and beer cans were strewn all over the carpet.

Hardly looking up, he said around his cigar, 'So, you're home.'"

"Well that's a nice way to welcome your step son, home." Demeter said.

"'Where's my mom?'

'Working,' he said. 'You got any cash?'"

"You don't ask your step son for gambling money. Can I blast this man?" Apollo asked.

"No need." Said Percy. After that everyone gave him a strange look except for Annabeth who knew the story.

"That was it. No Welcome back. Good to see you. How has your life been that last six months?

Gabe put on weight."

"He looked like a tusk less walrus in thrift-store clothes."

"Oh no thrift store clothes!" Silena and Aphrodite yelled, appalled the idea of a thrift store.

"He had about three hairs on his head, all combed over his bald scalp, as if that made him handsome or something."

Almost everyone in the room gave grossed and sorry looks to Percy for having to live with that man.

"He managed the Electronics Mega-Mart in Queens, but he stayed home most of the time. I don't know why he hadn't been fired long before. He just kept on collecting paychecks, spending the money on cigars that made me nauseous, and on beer, of course. Always the beer. Whenever I was home, he expected me to provide his gambling funds. He called that our 'guy secret.' Meaning, if I told my mom, he would punch my lights out.

'I don't have any cash,' I told him."

Poseidon winced at the treatment of his son. He just wished he could have done something to help his son.

"He raised a greasy eyebrow.

Gabe could sniff out money like a bloodhound, which was surprising, since his own smell should've covered up everything else."

Everyone stifled a laugh, but tried to hide it.

"'You took a taxi from the bus station,' he said. 'Probably paid him with a twenty. Got six, seven bucks in change. Somebody expects to live under this roof, he out to carry his own weight."

"Now he is really bugging me." Surprisingly it was Hera, who didn't really care for young hero's.

"I agree"

"Me too"

"Me three"

"Let's blast him."

All sorts of these comments swept through the room creating a tidal wave effect.

"'Is that right, Eddie?'

Eddie, the super of the apartment building, looked at me with a tinge of sympathy. 'Come on, Gabe,' he said. 'The kid just got here.'

"At least one these men is semi-decent." Said Zeus with sympathy.

"I really doubt it.." Said, Demeter.

'Am I right?" Gabe repeated.

Eddie scowled into his bowl of pretzels. The other two guys passed gas in harmony.

'Fine,' I said. I dug a wad of dollars out of my pocket and threw the money on the table. 'I hope you lose.'

'Your report card came, brain boy!' he shouted after me. 'I wouldn't act so snooty!'

I slammed the door to my room, which really wasn't my room. During school months, it was Gabe's 'study'"

"Study? I don't think he does a lot of studying." Said Athena. Who was probably right since she is the goddess of wisdom.

"He didn't study anything in there except old car magazines,, but he loved shoving my stuff in the closet, leaving his muddy boots on my windowsill, and doing his best to make the place smell like his nasty cologne and cigars and stale beer."

"How gross can one person be." Silena stated.

"You didn't see him after he exercised." Percy said putting finger quotations on the work exercise. It really was an awful sight.

"Okay. Maybe that is worse." She said gagging trying to imagine the sight of Smelly Gabe getting worse.

"I dropped my suitcase on the bed. Home sweet home. Gabe's smell was almost worse than the nightmares about Mrs. Dodd's, or the sound of that old fruit lady's shears snipping the yarn."

"Oh, I get it now." Athena yelled. She was thinking ahead as usual.

"Get what?" Everyone exclaimed.

"Never mind it will probably be explained later." She stated. Then everyone's faces fell looking disgruntled, they didn't want to wait, they all wanted to know now.

"But as soon as I thought that, my legs felt weak. I remembered Grover's look of panic-how he'd made me promise I wouldn't go home without him. A sudden chill rolled through me. I felt like someone-something-was looking at me right now, maybe pounding its way up the stairs, growing long, horrible talons."

"That's because something probably is." Poseidon said with a worried expression, that seemed plastered to his face lately.

"Then I heard my mom's voice. 'Percy?'

She opened the bedroom door, and my fears melted.

My mother can make me feel good just by walking into the room. Her eyes sparkle and change colors in the light. Her smile is as warm as a quilt. She's got a few gray streaks mixed in with her long brown hair, but I never think of her as old. When she looks at me, it's like she's seeing all the good things about me, none of the bad. I've never heard her raise her voice or say an unkind word to anyone, not even me or Gabe.

Poseidon smiled. Sally really was that nice. He had never seen or heard her raise her voice ever.

'Oh, Percy.' She hugged me tight. 'I can't believe it. You've grown since Christmas!'

Her red-white-and-blue Sweet on America uniform smelled like the best things in the world: chocolate, licorice, and all the other stuff she sold at the candy shop in Grand Central. She'd brought me a huge bag of 'free samples.' The way she always did when I came home."

"Free samples?" The Stoll's said in unison. Now they were suddenly interested in the story.

"We sat together on the edge of the bed. While I attacked the blueberry sour string, she ran her hand through my hair and demanded to know everything I hadn't put in my letters. She didn't mention anything about my getting expelled. She didn't seem to care about that. But was I okay? Was her little boy doing alright?"

"I told her she was smothering me, and to lay off and all that, but secretly, I was really, really glad to see her."

Annabeth punched him in the arm, as Percy's face flushed a darker color of pink.

"From the other room, Gabe yelled, 'Hey, Sally-how about some bean dip, huh?'"

"I swear if he does anything else…." Ares said. Obviously he was annoyed with Gabe at this point.

"I gritted my teeth.

My mom is the nicest lady in the world. She should've been married to a millionaire, not some jerk like Gabe. For her sake, I tried to sound upbeat about my last days at Yancy Academy. I told her I wasn't too down about the expulsion. I'd lasted almost the whole year this time. I'd made some new friends. I'd done pretty well in Latin. And honestly, the fights hadn't been as bad as the headmaster said. I liked Yancy Academy. I really did. I put such a good spin on the year, I almost convinced myself. I started chocking up, thinking about Grover and Mr. Brunner. Even Nancy Bobofit didn't seem so bad."

"So sweet." Aphrodite hummed to herself.

"Until that trip to the museum…

'What?' my mom asked. Her eyes tugged at my conscience, trying to pull out the secrets. 'Did something scare you?'"

"Nothing at all just a fury that's all." Apollo said.

"'No, Mom'

I felt bad lying. I wanted to tell her about Mrs. Dodd's and the three old ladies with the yarn, but I thought it would sound stupid."

Annabeth just stood there staring at Percy. "How were you still letting the mist effect you like that?" She asked.

"I don't know." He said bluntly.

"She pursed her lips. She knew I was holding back, but she didn't push me.

'I have a surprise for you,' she said. 'We're going to the beach.'

My eyes widened. 'Montauk?'

'Three nights-same cabin'

'When?'

She smiled. 'As soon as I get changed.'

I can't believe it. My mom and I hadn't been to Montauk the last two summers, because Gabe said there wasn't enough money."

"Gabe appeared in the doorway and growled, 'Bean dip, Sally? Didn't you hear me?'"

Poseidon glared at the book. He didn't like Gabe and how he treated Sally and Percy.

"I wanted to punch him, but I met my mom's eyes and I understood she was offering me a deal: be nice to Gabe for a little while. Just until she was ready to leave for Montauk. Then we would get out of here."

"Thank us, Gabe will be out of this book." Ares said.

"Agreed" Stated Poseidon.

"'I was on my way, honey,' she told Gabe. 'We were just talking about the trip.'

Gabe's eyes got small. 'The trip? You mean you were serious about that?'

'I knew it,' I muttered. 'He won't let us go.'

'Of course he will,' my mom said evenly. 'Your step father is just worried about money. That's all. Besides,' she added, 'Gabe won't have to settle for bean dip. I'll make him enough seven-layer dip for the whole weekend. Guacamole. Sour cream. The works."

"That sounds rather gross." Demeter said. And she usually liked dips.

"Gabe softened a bit. 'So this money for your trip…it comes from your cloths budget, right?"

"Clothes budget. There should have never been a clothes budget in the first place, you can't put a budget on clothes." Aphrodite said. Clearly her and Silena were both disgusted by this budget.

"'Yes, honey,' my mother said.

'And you won't take my car anywhere but there and back.'

'We'll be very careful.'

Gabe scratched his double chin. 'Maybe if you hurry with that seven-layer dip…And maybe if the kid apologizes for interrupting my poker game.'

Maybe if I kick you in your soft spot, I thought. And make you sing soprano for a week."

The room burst into laughter while Percy blushed a bit remembering that would be one of the last times he saw Gabe in human form.

"But my mom's eyes warned me not to make him mad. Why did she care what he thought?"

"She's protecting you." Annabeth said.

"I know that now." Percy retorted in a matter of factly voice.

"'I'm sorry,' I muttered. 'I'm really sorry I interrupted your incredibly important poker game. Please go back to it right now.'

Gabe's eyes narrowed. His tiny brain was probably trying to detect sarcasm in my statement."

A wave of laughter went through the room again. Nobody liked Gabe and they were glad he would be out of the book soon.

"'Yeah, whatever,' he decided.

He went back to his game.

'Thank you, Percy,' my mom said. 'Once we get to Montauk, we'll talk more about…whatever you've forgotten to tell me, okay?'

For a moment, I thought I saw anxiety in her eyes-the same fear I'd seen in Grover during the bus ride-as if my mom too felt an odd chill in the air.

But then her smile returned, and I figured I must have mistaken. She ruffled my hair and went to make Gabe his seven-layer dip.

An hour later we were ready to leave.

Gabe took a break form his poker game long enough to watch me lug my mom's bags to the car. He kept griping and groaning about losing her cooking-and more important, his '78 Camero-for the whole weekend.

'Not a scratch on this car, brain boy,' he warned me as I loaded the last bag. 'Not one little scratch.'"

"That didn't happen." Percy said to himself.

"Like I'd be the one driving. I was twelve. But that didn't matter to Gabe. If a seagull so much as pooped on his paint job, he'd find a way to blame me.

Watching him lumber back toward the apartment building, I got so mad I did something I can't explain. As Gabe reached the doorway, I made the hand gesture I'd seen Grover make on the bus, a sort of warding-off-evil gesture, a clawed hand over my heart, then a shoving movement towards Gabe. The screen door slammed shut so hard it shacked him in the butt and sent him flying up the staircase as if he'd been shot from a cannon. Maybe it was just the wind, or some freak accident with the hinges, but I didn't stay long enough to fine out."

"Seriously, I wish we saw that." Connor said.

"That would have been hilarious." Travis continued.

"I got in the Camero and told my mom to step on it.

Our rental cabin was on the south shore, way out at the tip of Long Island. It was a little pastel box with faded curtains, half sunken into the dunes. There was always sand in the sheets and spider in the cabinets,"

Poseidon smiled remembering the time he had spent in that some cabin with Sally, the love of his life. That cabin had some of his best memories in it.

"And most of the time the sea was too cold to swim in. I loved the place."

"Is the sea ever too cold for a son of Poseidon." Hera asked.

"Apparently." Hermes stated.

"We'd been going there since I was a baby. My mom had been going even longer. She never exactly said, but I knew why the beach was special to her. It was the place where she'd met my dad."

"How fitting the sea god met his gal at the beach." Apollo chuckled.

Percy was a little red now. The gods were now talking about his mother.

"As we got closet to Montauk, she seemed to grow younger, years of worry and work disappeared from her face. Her eyes turned the color of the sea.

We got there at sunset, opened all the cabin's windows, and went through our usual cleaning routine. We walked on the beach, fed blue corn chips to the seagulls, and munched on blue jelly beans, blue saltwater taffy, and all the other free samples my mom had brought from work.

I guess I should explain the blue food."

"Ya, think. I am so confused." Hermes said.

"See, Gabe once told my mom there was no such thing. They had this fight, which seemed like a really small thing at the time. But ever since, my mom went out of her way to eat blue. She baked blue birthday cakes. She mixed blueberry smoothies. She bought blue-corn tortilla chips and bought home blue candy from the shop. This-along with keeping her maiden name, Jackson, rather than calling herself Mrs. Ugliano-was proof that she wasn't totally suckered by Gabe. She did have a rebellious streak, like me."

"A bit?" Annabeth questioned. While Percy just gave her a glare which see deflected with ease.

"When it got dark, we made a fire. We roasted hot dogs and marshmallows. Mom told me stories about when she was a kid, back before her parents died in the plane crash. She told me about the books she wanted to write someday, when she had enough money to quit the candy shop."

"I am so going to help her." Athena stated again.

"Eventually, I got up the nerve to ask about what was always on my mind whenever we came to Montauk-my father. Mom's eyes went all misty. I figured she would tell me the same thing she always did, but I never got tired of hearing them.

'He was kind, Percy,' she said. 'Tall, handsome, and powerful. But gentle, too. You have his black hair, you know, and his green eyes.'

Mom fished a blue jelly bean out of her candy bag. 'I wish he could see you, Percy. He would be so proud.'

I wonder how she could say that. What was so great about me? A dyslexic, hyperactive boy with a D+ report card, kicked out of school for the sixth time in six years.

'How old was I?' I asked. 'I mean…when he left?'

She watched the flames. 'He was only with me for one summer, Percy. Right here at this beach. This cabin.'

'But…he knew me as a baby.'

'No, honey. He knew I was expecting a baby, but he never saw you. He had to leave before you were born."

"I did visit you once you know. Your mother didn't know though. And by the way I am very proud of you Percy." Poseidon said to his son.

"I know that now." Percy said with a huge smile on his face.

"I tried to square that with the fact that I seemed to remember…something about my father. A warm glow. A smile."

"See that was my visit." Poseidon said.

"I had always assumed he knew me as a baby. My mom had never said it outright, but still, I'd felt it must be true. Now, to be told that he'd never even seen me…

I felt angry at my father. Maybe it was stupid, but I resented him for going on that ocean voyage, for not having the guts to marry my mom."

Percy frowned at this, he should have never resented his dad but. Now he knew that it wasn't his choice it was law that he couldn't see him.

"Ocean Voyage?" Dionysus said confused.

"That was the story my mom told me." Percy filled in.

"He'd left us, and now we were stuck with Smelly Gabe.

'Are you going to send me away again?' I asked her. 'To another boarding school?'

She pulled a marshmallow from the fire.

'I don't know, honey.' Her voice was heavy. 'I think…I think we'll have to do something.'

'Because you don't want me around?'"

"Harsh a bit." Hera said.

"I regretted the words as soon as they were out."

"You should." She continued while Percy's dad gave her a glare and she stopped what she was going to say after that.

"My mom's eyes welled with tears. She took my hand, squeezed it tight. 'Oh, Percy, no. I-I have to, honey. For your own good. I have to send you away.'

Her words reminded me of what Mr. Brunner had said-that it was best for me to leave Yancy.

'Because I'm not normal?' I said.

'You say that as if it's a bad thing, Percy."

"We're all not normal. Deal with it." Clarisse Said.

"No really, normal people just walk around shooting up water and growing plants?" Travis said, chuckling to himself. Then Connor and the rest of the demigods joined in. Even some of the gods cracked a smile at this.

"'But you don't realize how important you are. I thought Yancy Academy would be far enough away. I thought you'd finally be safe.'

'Safe from what?'"

"From me." Announced someone entering through the back of the room. To everyone's surprise it was Hades. "I heard you guys were reading a book, so naturally I had to come and listen."

"Always likes to make and entrance. Instead of being gods of underworld, sky and sea you should be gods of theater." Apollo said, but then stopped because he was getting nasty glares from the big three. So he continued reading.

"She met my eyes, and a flood of memories came back to me-all the weird, scary things that had ever happened to me, some of which I'd tried to forget.

During third grade, a man in a black trench coat had stalked me on the playground. When the teachers threatened to call the police, he went away growling, but no one believed me when I told them that under his broad-brimmed hat, the man only had one eye, right in the middle of his head."

"Cyclopes?" Annabeth asked.

"I don't know maybe now that I think about it." Percy said.

"Before that-a really early memory. I was in preschool, and a teacher accidentally put me down for a nap in a cot that a snake had slithered into. My mom screamed when she came to pick me up and found me playing with a limp, scaly rope I'd somehow managed to strangle to death with my meaty toddler hands."

"Like Hercules." Chiron stated.

"In every single school, something creepy had happened, something unsafe, and I was forced to move.

I knew I should tell my mom about the old ladies at the fruit stand, and Mrs. Dodd's at the museum, about my weird hallucination that I had sliced my math teacher into dust with a sword. But I couldn't make myself tell her. I had a strange feeling the news would end out trip to Montauk, and I didn't want that."

"So mom I am going to die soon, but can we stay at the beach longer." Hermes joked.

"'I've tried to keep you as close to me as I could,' my mom said. 'They told me that was a mistake. But there's only one other option, Percy-the place your father wanted to send you. And I just…I just can't stand to do it.'"

"That's what usually gets the little brats killed." Dionysus said gloomily. "Not that I object." He finished.

"'My father wanted me to go to a special school?'

'Not a school,' she said softly. 'A summer camp.'

My head was swimming. Why would my dad-who hadn't even stayed around long enough to see me born-talk to my mom about a summer camp? And if it was so important, why hasn't she ever mentioned it before?

'I'm sorry, Percy,' she said, seeing the look in my eyes. 'But I can't talk about it. I-I couldn't send you to that place, it might mean saying good-bye to you for good.'

'For good? But if it's only a summer camp…'

She turned toward the fire, and I knew from her expression that if I asked her any more questions she would start to cry.'"

"So I'm guessing your not going to ask anymore questions." Said one of the Stoll's I just couldn't catch which one.

"That night I had a vivid dream.

It was storming on the beach, and two beautiful animals, a white horse and a golden eagle, were trying to kill each other at the edge of the surf."

Everyone stared at the two brothers Zeus and Poseidon. They were just smiling sheepishly.

"The eagle swooped down and slashed the horse's muzzle with its huge talons. The horse reared up and kicked at the eagle's wings. As they fought, the ground rumbled, and a monstrous voice chuckled somewhere beneath the earth, goading the animals to fight harder."

"Voice?" Athena asked, but nobody responded.

"I ran toward them, knowing I had to stop them form killing each other, but I was running in slow motion. I knew I would be too late. I saw the eagle dive down, its beak aimed at the horse's wide eyes, and I screamed, No!

I woke with a start.

Outside, it really was storming, the kind of storm that cracks trees and blows down houses. There was no horse or eagle on the beach, just lightning making false daylight, and twenty-foot waves pounding the dunes like artillery.

With the next thunderclap, my mom woke. She sat up, eyes wide, and said, 'Hurricane.'

I knew that was crazy. Long Island never sees hurricanes this early in the summer. But the ocean seemed to have forgotten. Over the roar of the wind, I heard a distant bellow. An angry, tortured sound that made my hair stand on end."

. "You guess are so dramatic." Hermes said.

"Then a much closer noise, like mallets in the sand. A desperate voice-someone yelling, pounding on our cabin door."

"My mother sprang out of the bed in her nightgown and threw open the lock.

Grover stood framed in the doorway against a backdrop of pouring rain. But he wasn't…he wasn't exactly Grover."

"Who else could it be?" Demeter questioned.

"You'll see." Percy said.

"'Searching all night,' he gasped. 'What were you thinking?'

My mom looked at me in terror-not scared of Grover, but of why he'd come. 'Percy,' she said, shouting to be heard over the rain. 'What happened at school? What didn't you tell me?'

I was frozen, looking at Grover. I couldn't understand what I was seeing.

'O Zeus kai alloi theoi!' he yelled. 'It's right behind me! Didn't you tell her?'

I was too shocked to register that he'd just cursed in Ancient Greek, and I'd understood him perfectly. I was too shocked to wonder how Grover gotten here by himself in the middle of the night. Because Grover didn't have his pants on-and where his legs should be…where his legs should be…"

Laughing erupted once again at the mention of Grover pant less

"My mom looked at me sternly and talked in a tone she'd never used before: 'Percy. Tell me now!'

"You mom is always so calm about everything." Annabeth stated. "I love her."

Poseidon smiled at this. But Athena frowned a bit. She had never had Annabeth tell her she loved her.

"Me too." Percy laughed.

I stammered something about the old ladies at the fruit stand, and Mrs. Dodd's, and my mom stared at me, her face deathly pale in the flashes of lightning.

She grabbed her purse, tossed me my rain jacket, and said. 'Get to the car. Both of you. Go!"

Grover ran for the Camero-but he wasn't running, exactly. He was trotting, shaking his shaggy hindquarters, and suddenly his story about muscular disorder in his legs made sense to me. I understood how he could run so fast and still limp when he walked.

Because where his feet should be, there were no feet. There were cloven hooves."

"Duh, he is a satyr." Dionysus said.

"And we are done. Who wants to read next?" Apollo asked.

"I will" Said Zeus. "But I think we should stop for lunch first."

"Yes, food." Apollo and Hermes both exclaimed. And so everyone headed out of the throne room heading to where the smell of food was coming from.

So there it is. Sorry I didn't update in so long I had spring break yeah, and tons of homework. So like usual.

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