Well. I couldn't think of something to write, so I wrote down all the names of the fanfics I'm working on, closed my eyes, and pointed to a random one. And I chose this one! :D hope u like.

Btw, Max is going by Ride now. And no, the flock doesn't see the connection cuz they're too stupid. :P well, they'll figure it out eventually, and don't fret – there'll be a big dramatic reveal scene. But that's not gonna happen for a few more chapters. So stick with it.

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Ride POV

"Hey," Fang replied carelessly, as though he didn't have a trouble in the world. I wanted to call him so many names that cannot be mentioned here, or at least gather myself into my true form and vaporize all of them, but that would kill all the campers behind me too and Zeus would probably zap me into oblivion.

"You guys are the new campers?" I asked icily, then cursed myself. Acting cold was only going to tip them off to my true identity, and I really didn't want that to happen. Oh, no, I'd wait until they regretted that decision to kick me out so much I'd change my appearance back to Max and give 'em the finger. Probably.

Gazzy eyed me nervously. "So you're our... patron goddess or whatever?"

I nodded. "Is this all of you?" I decided to rub my 'death' in their faces. "Or we're there more of you in this group?"

This obviously hit them hard. How dare they. THEY'RE the ones who kicked ME out. They have NO RIGHT to be depressed about it. I considered changing my appearance back to Max, but didn't - I was going to save that surprise for the perfect moment.

"There was another one of us. But she died," Iggy said tersely.

"I know." I tried to make it sound like I care. "Since I became a goddess it seems I know a lot about where you are, who the other mutations are, all that stuff. Might come in handy if you ever get lost." Then I turned to Percy. "So where are we staying until our cabin gets built?"

He grinned. "You underestimate us. We've got it built already. We were just waiting for you to come along and decide the... flavor of the cabin."

I shrugged and followed him over to the far side of the loop of cabins. The one at the end was in a tree, and did look pretty good if I say so myself. Concentrating, I zapped it and transformed the plain wood into marble and glass, the door into pure gold.

Thunder rumbled across the sky, and I glanced up with an 'innocent' look. "Aww, I'm sorry dad." Then her voice grew to a yell. "It's just gold! NOT celestial bronze! Calm down!"

The flock glanced at me nervously. "Are you sure you should talk to Zeus like that?" Nudge asked with wide eyes. I raised an eyebrow and gestured rather haphazardly at myself. She shut up. Finally, I sighed inwardly. Not for long. "Do you have wings?" the motormouth questioned, suddenly babbling again. This time my sigh was out loud.

"Yes, I have wings," I said irritably, and spread them out wide. The Winged Idiots' jaws gaped and they gasped. Hey, good nickname. TWI for short. Or wait… the Winged Idiots Trio? Ah, there's more than three of them… oh well. It'll work. So now they're TWIT. Ha. I broke out of my thoughts to narrow my eyes thoughtfully at the TWITs and then grinned and made my ears and tail appear again. "See, goddess of mutations!" I bragged, but smoothed it over with a bored tone. "Cool stuff. Whatever."

"Can we do that too now?" Gazzy asked excitedly. I was about to go for the withering glare when I remembered I had to play nice.

I let out another deep sigh and retorted, "No, only I can do that because I'm a goddess. Sorry." Then I flapped my wings and shot through the narrow hole in the bottom of the cabin. "Coming?" I called back.

Soon all six of us were safely situated in the cabin, and I wandered around zapping things and changing them to my specifications. "Glass roof… white couch… gold pillars? What was I thinking…" I muttered. Changing the pillars to a pure silver, and engraving a detailed pair of wings on the glass with a snap of my fingers, I fell back on the couch and turned on the TV. "Awesome!" I said to myself. "They have Team Fortress 2, specially adapted for TV screens! Guess it comes with a wireless mouse… annnnnddd… YES!" I got to work playing TF2, my favorite first person shooter game. Whistling to myself as I selected sniper, I waved the TWITs over. "Wanna play?"

Fang looked stricken for a moment, then caved in and grabbed another mouse, choosing to be a spy. Pssh. The role suited him. "This was Max's favorite game," he said wistfully, more to the flock than me.

"Max? Oh, right, that girl you kicked out," I said absentmindedly, pretending like I'd used my goddess powers to figure it out, when really I wanted to scream at them that I was sitting right there and they had no right to even mention my name after betraying me. But I bit my tongue and realized with an evil smirk that Fang was on the other team. There were, incidentally, six TV screens, each with their own mouse, so we all settled down and played. Angel was a scout, Nudge was a medic, Iggy was a demoman, and Gazzy was a pyro. All suitable roles. I ended up being on the same team as Gazzy and Nudge, against Iggy, Fang, and Angel. Needless to say, I kicked all of their a**es.

Glancing through the glass roof, I noticed that the sun was beginning to set and cursed. "Come on, we'd better get to the campfire for dinner." Hustling the flock out the door, I jumped after them and extended my wings, gliding gently to the ground. Leading the others towards the gigantic purple bonfire, I nodded to Chiron and took a seat at one of the empty picnic tables.

"Welcome, campers!" the centaur boomed. "I'd like to introduce βόλτα, the newest minor god – goddess of mutations." I stood up and waved.

"You can call me Ride," I announced, then sat back down and smiled cruelly, albeit inwardly, at the shocked and pained looks on the fl- sorry, the TWIT's faces. Serves them right.

I couldn't wait for more revenge.

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Evil Max! :D yay! Or should I say… evil Ride! Oh well. Hope you enjoyed. Now I have to go update my bazillion other fics… *facepalm*

~DeaththeKidKat