The Crappy TYOOT

by storm-brain

Old TYOOT. Read at your own risk. Revised version is up. For the person that doesn't understand what that meant, it means that "There is a story called "The Years of our Titans" on my story list for you to click."

11. Chapter 11

January 17, 3005

Dear Thalia,

It has been three years since I last wrote to you. Things are changing.

We have set up a base in Venice, Italy, Meteora, Greece, and Istanbul, Turkey. We are working on Rome, Beijing and Cuba. Our numbers have grown, but so have the Titans.

Our current status: we have the Furies, Hera, Hermes, Poseidon, Apollo, and the Muses. The muses are spread out in our different camps. Here we have your namesake, muse of the theater.

Jackie is mostly better from her encounter with the fire; her hair started to grow back only a year or so ago, but it still hurts sometimes, I can tell. She never says anything.

And I… if I show one sign of weakness, someone dies. If I make friends with someone, and the itanstay find out, they die. I can't…

What have I gotten myself f into?

Now I need to destroy this message.

-Eden