All the facts here are true, all the greek mythology is true, OK?

Sophisticated

We sped past, orbiting the earth, reaching Mars in a couple of seconds, going at such a speed that the skin on my face should of been whipped off into the neverending Khaos, from which all came. Yet it didn't, and as he watched the stars that speckled the darkness like dots of dandruff, he realized something.

"Hey MJ?"

"Mmm?"

"Your mother was the Titan Mnemosyne, right? Didn't she have nine children?"

"The other three Muses are always off, whispering into people's ears."

"Oh."

"They're the art, dance and acting muses. They're names are Blashker, art, Leo, dance, and Garglespit, acting."

Mars zoomed up and craters were visible, speckling the Martian face like pores.

"So, um,

"We'd better send you back now."

Suddenly the ship banked sharply to the right, throwing me straight into Tyson.

"Ow."

Tyson rushed to me, each step of his jolting the ship.

"Big brother okay?"

"Yeah, i'm fine."

I stood up, rubbed a bruise and walked over to the door.

We entered the atmosphere, throwing ourselves through the thermosphere, burning through the mesosphere, nearly crashing into a jet in the stratosphere and washing up in a cloud as we drew close to the camp.

We got down, said good bye to the muses and turned to see a comical picture of Artemis Fowl trying to fight our new swordfighting teacher, Moris Fletcher. Mrs. O' Leary was with Nico in front of the Hades cabin.

Chiron was busy talking with another fat centaur I could not identify.

He was standing in front of this monstrous spider thing i had never seen, or imagined. It might've popped right out of Star Trek.

I turned my attention to Artemis, watching stabs and slashes get knocked away, only to be returned as a lazy flick.

Artemis was not having a good time. His fingers kept slipping on the meat cleaver of a sword, which bent so far forward he had trouble lifting it, forget holding it.

The boy on the ship walked towards him as another attack, a stab, was knocked aside.

"Uh... hi."

"Your name is Percy, right?"

"Yeah."

"Percival?"

"No. Perseus."

"Son of the sea god?"

The boy, Percy, sighed. Artemis was asking far too many questions for him.

The giant furry rhino bounded up to him, releasing a pink tongue that drenched Artemis. He stood there, looking as if he'd just been shot by his best friend.

Percy grinned.