When Destiny Arrives

by PradeepX21

Reading the Percy Jackson books story. The creator had seen everything. Finally, she had enough of the wrongful rule of the Olympians. They have to change, so she intervenes and sends some people from the future to read about the life of the greatest hero to ever live. The past gods are to read the adventures of Percy Jackson and his friends. Warning: Strong language, Harem.

5. Chapter 5: Meet My Dog

Percy walked out of the throne room along with his wives and children. He looked around and saw that they were being followed by four girls, whom he would marry in the future. They turned to them.

"Where are you going to stay?" Athena asked. She was thinking about offering a place in her palace to them. It would get him to spend more time with her.

Percy smiled and answered, "We just need a small place of land, Annabeth can raise a palace for us to stay in a minute or two." Annabeth nodded along with him agreeing.

"The place beside my temple has enough space for you to build your place. You can stay there," Hestia offered them. Hoping she could spend some time with Percy and her daughter to know more about them.

"That is excellent my goddess," Percy said and kissed her on the cheek, "We can spend more time together that way too,"

Hestia smiled and nodded; her cheeks tinted gold from the kiss he just delivered. It had been years since someone had shown her the attention this god was showing, and she couldn't deny that she was loving every second of it.

Artemis and Athena glared at Hestia, for doing exactly what they were thinking of doing. But before they could even open their mouths, the silent goddess had made her move. Now she would spend more time with their future husband than them.

"Alright kids, kiss your mothers good night," Percy told his children.

Sophia stepped forward and kissed her mother on the cheek. She said goodnight to Athena and stepped back to her father. Danae did the same with Hestia, and the twins with Artemis.

Zoe stepped forward and looked at her daughter in Percy's arms and leaned down to kiss her. She didn't want to part with her daughter, "Can I keep her with me for the night?" She asked him.

Percy looked at Annabeth and she answered, "I'm afraid not, you might be her mother, but right now you don't know how to take care of a child this small. And she would have to be fed and changed before bed."

Zoe nodded sadly and asked another question, "How is she going to eat, if my future self didn't come with you. I can guess that she still only eats breast milk."

Percy smiled and answered, "It's okay Thalia or Annabeth could breastfeed her."

Zoe and the three-goddess looked shocked by his answer, "What?"

Annabeth was the one who answered her question. "As your mistress, Athena and Hestia know, that a goddess can lactate whenever she wants. So sometimes when the kids were hungry, we would breastfeed them to keep them full. The other four children have also drunk their food from our breasts." She ruffled Penelope's hair who nodded. Damon, Danae, and Sophia nodded agreeing with her.

To say that the four of them were shocked would be an understatement. Sure, they could see that the other wives of Percy treated the children as their own. But to feed them through their own breast was something they could not have believed.

Soon Hestia and Percy's family vanished.

All of the guests that arrived from the future went with their godly parents to stay with them and spend some time with them.

Percy entered his temporary palace along with his family.

Annabeth turned to the children and said, "Come along I will tuck you all in." She went ahead and the children followed behind her.

Thalia took Catarina from Percy and said, "Come on sweetheart, you must be hungry right now," the baby whined in agreement.

"You don't want to spend the night with us?" Percy asked Thalia, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Piper looked at her for her answer too.

Thalia rolled her eyes at the horndog and replied, "No I am tired and want to sleep. You kids enjoy yourself."

Percy nodded and turned to Reyna and Rachel. They smirked and patted his cheek affectionately and went away to sleep themselves. After the entire day of reading and answering the past gods' incessant questions, they just wanted rest.

Percy and Piper looked at each other and shrugged, they could enjoy themselves for the night. They went inside their bedroom and started kissing each other passionately.

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"Close your eyes honey," Piper whispered against his lips and Percy complied.

Percy opened his eyes when Piper asked him and his eyes widened and jaw dropped down.

Piper was sitting on their bed on her knees. A very short school-girl uniform that barely covered anything. The skirt so high up it showed half her ass, and the top buttons of her blouse open revealing her very appealing breasts, that brought water into his mouth.

"How did you like your gift, Professor?" Piper innocently asked, getting into her role of a school girl. Piper was internally smiling smugly, knowing she rocked this outfit. Percy could never resist her even in her normal clothing. This time seeing her in such revealing and erotic outfit, he was surely dying to have his way with her. With her red ruby lips and long tanned legs, she knew she had him wrapped around her fingers.

"That outfit is far too revealing for school environment Miss Mclean." Percy said, getting into his role of a school teacher. He stepped forward towards the edge of the bed, "You know the penalty for that, I'm afraid I would have to give you detention."

Piper smiled internally as he started role playing with her. She got a scared look on her face, and looked at him innocently, "Please sir, I can't have detention, my parents would kill me. Isn't there anything else I could do?" She asked him in a cutesy voice.

Percy smiled dangerously and his eyes shined with excitement. "Well, I can't think of anything you would agree with…" He trailed off, letting Piper continue with what he was suggesting.

Piper immediately perked up and looked at him pleadingly, "Please Sir, I will do anything you say. Just don't give me detention."

Percy nodded and unbuckled his pants. His grin widened when Piper started acting all scared and started fidgeting. He continued and lowered his pants just enough for his dick to spring out and almost poke Piper on her eyes. He grabbed his dick and moved it across Piper's lips.

Piper leaned back and looked at him uncertainly, "Please don't do this to me sir."

Percy's smiling face immediately morphed into an angry one. "Okay, then you have detention after school, and call your parents tomorrow." He started pulling his pants up and putting his dick away.

Piper shot forward and grabbed his dick. "Please don't sir, I will do it, just don't call my parents." She leaned down and took the tip of his dick in her mouth.

Percy's smile widened as he patted her, "That's a good girl." His dick twitched when she called him 'Sir,' it was new, but certainly more exciting.

Piper gave him one of the best blowjobs he had ever received. Her tongue rolled around the base of his dick, licking everything. She took him deeper and deeper inside her mouth, until his monstrous, ungodly thick cock disappeared between her throat. She gagged on it, but didn't relent and kept the dick lodged on her throat.

She pulled back when she felt the need to breathe, and looked up at her husband, his eyes had gone dark from lust. The way he was looking at her, it made her feel vulnerable. But at the same time, it gave her a surge of confidence in her skills.

"Remove your top," He ordered her, his dominance pushing through his careful and loving interior. The moment he saw her in that dress, all sense of love and care had vanished. Letting only his Primordial urges to bend her according to his whim remained.

Piper hurried off and removed her blouse and showed that she was braless. The entire time she maintained eye contact with Percy, loving how his eyes roamed all over her body.

Percy put his hands around her waist and moved towards her breasts, carefully trailing his fingers along the hardened nipples that just begged to be sucked on. She moved her hand to catch his erect cock, that was pressing against her stomach, but he slapped her hand away.

He looked over at her and played with the little twirl on her hair. He pinched her hardened nipples, causing her to let out a moan of his name. He wanted to toy with her, savor her desperation for him.

After a few minutes he finally allowed her to have her prize, he poked her cheek with the tip of his dick, urging her on. Without a moment of consideration, she took the man-meat inside her mouth and started giving him a messy, slobbering blowjob.

"Slut," he whispered in her ears. Knowing how much dirty talk turned her on.

"I am not a slut, I am a good girl, from a good family," Piper continued to role play and defend herself as an innocent school girl.

Percy grabbed a fist full of her hair and brought his other hand to her neck. He applied pressure, not enough to hurt her, but enough to bring out her masochistic side. The side that wanted him to treat her rough and hard. "Care to rethink your words?" He asked again, tugging on her hair a little roughly.

Piper moaned as she felt a mini orgasm shook her core, the pain was enough to overload her senses and get what she needed. She was gone now; she didn't have any reserve to defend herself as pleasure overtook her body.

"I am sorry for defying you sir, I am a slut. I am a slut for you, and your big thick cock sir. I just want to be stuffed by it forever," Piper shouted out the words. She was really enjoying being his plaything.

Percy smiled and praised her for her honesty. "Good answer."

He climbed the bed and looked at her smiling, "Now why don't you get out of the rest of your clothes, pet?" He suggested and Piper complied.

She took off her skirt that barely covered anything, and the see-through panties she was wearing. She stood in front of him stark naked, waiting for his command. To obey him.

"Lay down and spread your legs wide," He ordered her, and she was more than willing to comply. Like a true submissive and scared girl, she hurried off and laid on her back. She lifted her legs and spread them, holding them by her hands, to allow him better access to it.

"What a submissive bitch you are," Percy commented, and plunged one of his fingers inside her. No matter how many times he was with his wives, their tightness always surprises him. He relished from the way her cunt squeezed his finger, almost wanting to break them.

He added another finger and started fucking her with his fingers. Enjoying how she wanted to thrash but still kept her moans at bay. He added another finger and started thrusting them forward.

Piper cried out in ecstasy as she orgasmed again, she didn't know how many times she had already orgasmed. Her arms and legs fell down as her body went weak from all the orgasms she just had. Soon she recovered and without saying anything, pushed Percy to lay on his back.

She snapped her fingers and all his clothes vanished, she straddled his waist and effortlessly dropped down on his cock and moaned at the sensation, "Mmmhhh… I am going to ride you all night long." She whispered in his ears and started bouncing on his dick.

Percy moved his hands and gripped her breasts, "I was hoping for that my love."

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The sun shone above the city of gods, Mt. Olympus. It was a different experience to say the least, the entire world had been frozen. They didn't have anything to do as their domains didn't need tending to as long as the reading lasted.

So, the past gods all were sitting outside the throne room, at the arena, where a huge sitting arrangement was made for breakfast, courtesy of Hestia.

Gods sat in a group with their godly families. Poseidon was sitting with Amphitrite, Triton, Rhodes, and Kymopoleia. Hades was sitting with Persephone and Demeter. Zeus and Hera sat alone. The second-generation Olympians were all doing their own thing.

The past heroes took a corner place, as they were not used to being in the company of the gods. Even Heracles, who was made a god about a decade ago didn't feel comfortable with other gods, so he sat with his half-brother.

The hunters all sat around with their mistress, and were joined by Hestia and Athena. Zoe and Artemis were discussing what would happen in their future that they would break their vow for a man, how could they all fall in love with the same man? While Athena and Hestia simply listened and observed from the side.

The future guests had their own group, where they were laughing and eating. It was fun to see Clarisse doing a competition with the Stolls, to see who could drink the most amount of OJ.

The five wives of Percy sat at their personal table with the children. Eating their breakfast and poking fun at each other.

"You're going to drown your pancakes," Annabeth chided Damon, who was sitting in Reyna's lap and pouring an unhealthy amount of syrup in his blue Pancakes. Artemis was watching their conversation with interest, she wanted her son to be at ease with her, like he was with his step-mothers.

Damon gave Annabeth a toothy grin, a trait that reminded everyone just who his father was. "Hey!" He said with a mouthful of pancakes, "I am a child of Perseus, I can't drown, neither can my pancakes."

Before Annabeth could react, Piper started laughing. Remembering that this exact thing happened between Annabeth and Percy years ago, on the Argo II. And Percy had the exact same response as Damon. She leaned forward and ruffled his hair, "Like father like son," she commented as he smiled at her.

Everyone's attention was cut short when a loud 'WOOF,' was heard across the arena. They turned their gaze to see that one of the biggest hellhounds was coming inside the arena. What immediately got them moving was that the hellhound had a little child tucked inside her mouth. Catarina Jackson, the daughter of Percy Jackson and Zoe Nightshade to be exact.

In less than a second all of the huntresses and Artemis had their bows drawn towards the beast, and fired their arrows. But much to their shock, their arrows were frozen in place.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" Percy asked as he materialized in front of the hunters and Artemis. He didn't look angry, just annoyed.

"What do you mean, what are we doing? That monster has my daughter in her mouth, don't you care about her? I knew you would turn out like the rest of them." Zoe shouted back at him. How could he be yelling at them instead of saving their daughter? She knew he would turn out like the rest of his gender, only caring about himself.

Artemis and her hunters were all going through the exact same thought as Zoe. They nodded and looked at Percy in slight disgust. Athena and Hestia remained silent, having much faith in their future husband than the huntresses.

The past gods and goddesses had their gaze trained on the future god. He proved yesterday how much of a good father he was. He must have had a reason to stop the hunters' arrows.

As soon as the last sentence escaped Zoe's lips, Percy's eyes darkened. The morning sky darkened and thunder roared. The winds picked up speed, pushing back the gods a bit. Percy's lips lined up to a sneer, as two sharp canines popped out of them. The aura around him harshened as the strands of time became visible.

The five of his wives knew that Zoe had angered him in the worst way possible. Percy prided himself in being a good father to his children and the demigods he had sworn to protect. They could see his mind turning blank in anger, in his rage he was going to do something he was going to regret later.

The hunters, Artemis and Zoe could sense the danger. Their instincts warned them to run away, to not stay close to the god when he finally exploded.

Percy's wives were going to make a move to calm him, but they didn't have to. Danae, the eldest of his children, was by his side in a moment. She gripped his hand tightly, gaining his attention. "Calm down Dad," her words were kind and filled with love, as she spoke. The goddess of peace got her father to calm down.

Percy smiled as he looked at his daughter, "Thank You daughter," he leaned down to kiss her head.

He turned back to the hunters and the anger was back on his face. He looked at Zoe and spoke in an annoyed voice, "Watch your mouth when you speak huntress, before I smite you down for your insolence." He threatened, surprising both Zoe and Artemis. "I have already told you that you two are not the women I love, and I have no reservation to take action against you. Insinuate that I do not care for my children again and I will have your tongue for your impudence."

The hunters and Zoe actually felt afraid, for the first time in a very long while. They finally realized why everyone was afraid of him, until this very moment his anger wasn't directed at them. It was like looking directly at the eye of the hurricane, the uncertainty that at any moment they could be sucked on was something they had not experienced ever. Zoe looked ashamed as the angry glare of her future husband rested upon her.

Artemis looked guilty as she judged him based on her hatred for the male gender. Percy didn't even glance at her, as though he found her unworthy of his gaze. She looked around to see that her twin children were looking at her uncertainty. Like they didn't even recognize her. She wanted to get closer to her son, but instead she even drove her daughter away. She started realizing why her future husband and son were distant from her.

Percy turned away from them towards the two goddesses who were watching him with interest. He stepped towards them and kissed Hestia on the cheek, "Good morning my dear," he kissed Athena on her cheek and whispered, "Good morning Thena."

Both of the goddess smiled and greeted him back, with a little golden hue on their cheeks. Artemis and Zoe looked on with jealousy at the two of them, but they had no one but to blame themselves for getting on Percy's bad side.

Percy walked towards the hellhound who was looking at him excitedly. She woofed when he neared her, causing him to smile and pat her head. "I know a girl, but worry not, no one would hurt you now."

He took Catarina from her mouth and cradled her in his arms. Mrs. O'Leary woofed again and wiggled her tail around. "Wait let me check," Percy said and moved his other hand over her stomach, "Yeah your kids are also well and safe."

Mrs. O'Leary barked excitedly and ran towards the table where Percy's other children were sitting. The children all gave her something to eat and started playing with her. Surprising everyone at how tamed the hellhound was.

"That is the biggest hellhound I have ever seen after Cerebos." Persephone commented as she moved closer to inspect the hellhound. She loved her three headed dog, but he was too big to play with other hellhounds. Maybe this one could be his friend; Cerebos always did look lonely. She tried to spend time with him whenever she could find some.

"Yeah, she is the mate of Cerebos," Percy commented as he looked at his dog with pride.

Hades and Persephone both looked surprised. The queen of the underworld turned to him at once, a wide smile on her face. Even Hades had a small smile grace his face as he heard that finally his dog found a mate. "Really?" Persephone asked, smiling.

"Yeah, in fact, she is currently pregnant with his child. Their children would grow up to be almost as big as Cerebos too." Percy informed them as he sat down with his wives. He leaned against Annabeth and motioned for Rachel to feed him.

Rachel rolled her eyes but did stuff his mouth with some pancakes.

Persephone and Hades looked shocked again hearing that Cerebos was going to be a father. They moved closer to observe the hellhound who was munching on a very large T bone that Percy had summoned for her. "When is she due?" Hades asked the future god.

"In about two months, Nico and Will have already demanded one of the pups to raise." Annabeth replied, knowing how much argument it had caused on Olympus. With everyone wanting a pup of the two most deadly hellhounds in existence.

Nico and Will perked up at that and nodded. Their intertwined hands tightened in excitement. They were going to wait a few more decades before adopting a child, but for now they were going to be happy with just a dog.

"What about the rest?" Hades asked, he would love to have Cerebos' children running around the underworld.

"Well, my Artemis," Percy shot a mild glare at Artemis, to let her know she wasn't the one he was talking about. "Wants one or two for the hunt. The rest of the children would either stay at the camp or underworld."

The rest of the past people nodded and went back to their breakfast. Some of them kept shooting glances at the future people, seeing how everyone was laughing together like family.

When the breakfast was finished Percy stood up and said, "Let's start the reading now." Everyone nodded and started making their way towards the throne room.

Hera stopped and looked towards Percy, "Does that thing have to come in my throne room?" She asked, looking disgusted at the thought of a hellhound being inside the throne room.

Percy sneered at her, "First of all that is not your throne room, it is of the council's. Second, if I can digest standing in your presence, you can suffer through a hellhound's. She may be a monster, but you have done far more monstrous deeds Hera. Do not get on my bad side, or I will show you just how much of a monster I can be." He threatened and started walking forward to the throne room, along with the rest of the future people.

The past gods were shocked once again, at how easily he could threaten the Queen of heaven. No one stood up for her, not even her husband. They didn't want to face his wrath when they angered him.

Everyone entered the throne room and took their previous seats. The only difference being, this time Percy's children all sat with the hellhound, leaning against her. Mrs. O'Leary curled up protectively around them too.

Seeing as everyone had sat down, Percy spoke up, "So who's going to read now?"

"I will take a turn at reading now," Hermes said and grabbed the book that Percy had summoned. He opened the book and tried to find where they had left yesterday.

"There's a bookmark in there idiot," Athena taunted her half-brother.

Hermes blushed a little from embarrassment but found the page. I PLAY PINOCHLE WITH A HORSE

Hermes looked at Chiron who had a small smile on his lips.

I had weird dreams full of barnyard animals. Most of them wanted to kill me. The rest wanted food.

"Really?" Annabeth asked, looking at Percy, while the rest of the room laughed. Percy just shrugged and leaned against her.

"That has got to be one of the wildest dreams I have heard." Will laughed as he heard the dream. Beside him Nico's eyes sparkled like they did every time Will sang or laughed.

I must've woken up several times, but what I heard and saw made no sense, so I just passed out again. I remember lying in a soft bed, being spoon-fed something that tasted like buttered popcorn, only it was pudding. The girl with curly blond hair hovered over me, smirking as she scraped drips off my chin with the spoon.

"I didn't know you started feeding him this early Annie?" Thalia smirked as she teased her.

Annabeth blushed as she stared down at Thalia, "I was just helping an unconscious demigod, there wasn't anything behind it." If these books revealed every little interaction between her and Percy, then the both of them were going to die from embarrassment.

She could hear Percy groan too, meaning he had heard her.

"But why are you looking after someone in the infirmary? I thought that was my children's work." Apollo asked looking confused, he was the god of healing, which meant that his children were the best healers among others. They must be looking after his future brother-in-law.

"She asked Chiron to look after him," Will suggested slyly, as he and Annabeth had become close friends after the Giant war, both dating ridiculously powerful sons of the big three.

Everyone turned to Annabeth at once.

"Hey I wanted to ask him something, nothing more," Annabeth defended herself, she wouldn't admit that she had found him to be extremely cute, and wanted to see if he was the someone she was waiting for.

No one looked fooled by Annabeth's answer but they moved on.

When she saw my eyes open, she asked, "What will happen at the summer solstice?" I managed to croak, "What?"

Snickers went around the room at Percy's reaction, meanwhile Annabeth blushed as she remembered how tactless she used to be.

Amphitrite laughed when Poseidon looked confused for a second, the curse affecting him.

She looked around, as if afraid someone would overhear. "What's going on? What was stolen? We've only got a few weeks!"

"Something was stolen?" Poseidon asked, that must be why his brother and him were fighting about. But what was it?

Athena frowned at Annabeth, "You shouldn't ask, what you shouldn't even know about?" She chastised her.

Everyone went silent and looked at her in shock. "What?" She snapped finally.

"Seriously? You are talking about not asking things, when you have to know every little thing possible?" Poseidon raised his eyebrows at her. The amount of time Athena had eavesdropped on others' conversation, just because she was curious was astounding.

"I love how she gets curious about things," Percy commented idly, thinking no one except the five of his wives had heard him.

However, Athena had heard him clearly and blushed deeply at that. While Artemis and Zoe looked down to push down the bitterness building up inside them.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, "I don't . . ."

Somebody knocked on the door, and the girl quickly filled my mouth with pudding.

The snickers turned to full blown laughter.

"That's the best way to shut him up," Thalia laughed as Percy glared at her. All of his friends were laughing at him, enjoying his embarrassment.

"She still does that," Rachel smirked as she looked at Percy. "Whenever he starts rambling about some stupid thing to Annabeth, she either kisses him or stuffs his mouth full of something to shut him up."

Percy sunk back to the couch as his wives kept teasing him. He was starting to think that this whole reading plan was not so good, as he had thought.

The next time I woke up, the girl was gone.

"Already missing me, seaweed brain?" Annabeth teased him and nudged his shoulder.

Percy smiled and draped his arm over her shoulder, "You know I always miss you, when you aren't there Wise-Girl." He said, pressing a kiss against her cheek.

"You two are so sweet, it's making me sick," Reyna scrunched up her nose, even after being married to him for more than a decade, she was still not comfortable with public displays of affection.

"Oh, I know just how much Sweet you can be too, my queen," Percy retorted smugly, causing the queen of Rome to turn gold in face. She glared at him with such ferocity, that the males inside the room started squirming.

Percy had the opposite effect and his smile seemed to have gotten wider. His eyes held mischief and smugness, like saying 'Got You.'

Reyna promised herself she would get him back for that later.

A husky blond dude, like a surfer, stood in the corner of the bedroom keeping watch over me. He had blue eyes — at least a dozen of them — on his cheeks, his forehead, the backs of his hands.

"Argus," Hera chimed gleefully, she loved her creation, "What is he doing there?"

"Argus is the head of security at camp," Percy replied and the past gods nodded.

Hera seemed pleased that Argus had gotten an important duty, even if it was to look after the demigods.

When I finally came around for good, there was nothing weird about my surroundings, except that they were nicer than I was used to. I was sitting in a deck chair on a huge porch, gazing across a meadow at green hills in the distance. The breeze smelled like strawberries.

"The camp sounds wonderful," Persephone commented on hearing about the meadows. If they could grow some seasonal flowers, it would look even more beautiful. Maybe she could ask Percy or Annabeth permission to plant some flowers in the future, when she remembers all this.

Hades smiled at his wife's reaction, but couldn't keep his own bitterness away. He knew for a fact that his children would not be welcomed there, so what did he care about?

There was a blanket over my legs, a pillow behind my neck. All that was great, but my mouth felt like a scorpion had been using it for a nest. My tongue was dry and nasty and every one of my teeth hurt.

Most of the listeners winced hearing that.

"Oh that doesn't feel good at all," Poseidon commented as he rubbed his jaw. Seriously, The book hasn't even started properly and he had felt some motherload of emotions and pain.

"Some nasty prophetic thoughts you have here Percy," Annabeth whispered remembering the exact thing would happen at the end of the quest. She remembered how pale he looked.

Athena and Hestia narrowed their eyes at Annabeth. Does she mean that Percy was going to be poisoned?

On the table next to me was a tall drink. It looked like iced apple juice, with a green straw and a paper parasol stuck through a maraschino cherry.

My hand was so weak I almost dropped the glass once I got my fingers around it.

Poseidon's hand started shaking, Amphitrite had to grip his hand tight to keep them still.

"That fight really did take a lot out of you, didn't it?" Apollo asked concerned over his future brother-in-law. Percy seemed like a really good man, he was glad that if someone were to marry Artemis, it was him.

Percy smiled, "Yes it did, but I think it was both physical exhaustion from the fight, and the mental exhaustion of seeing my mother vanish in front of my eyes."

Apollo nodded at his explanation, but still looked worried.

"Do not worry about me, Pollo. You should worry about yourself; don't think I haven't seen you flinch repeatedly during the reading. At the end of the day, we are going to talk, and you are going to speak up. Don't think about delaying, I will find you brother." Percy seriously said to him. He had seen the slightest of involuntary flinch go through his body, his problems and visions were tearing his mind away.

Everyone seemed surprised by Percy's words. They hadn't noticed anything, so how did he?

Apollo could only look at Percy, through shock filled wide eyes, he didn't think anyone had noticed him. Thinking about it, Percy was the god of fate, he must have some inkling of his problem. He wanted to refuse his offer saying he didn't want to talk about it. But knew that there was no defying destiny. So, he nodded in compliance.

A small smile tugged at Apollo's face when he heard the nickname Percy had used for him. It was the nickname Artemis had given him, back when they were at Delos. When she treated him like a brother, but after they had reached Olympus, she changed and started treating him like every other male. It felt good to be called that, and to be called brother by Percy.

Artemis looked at both her brother and future husband frowning. She hadn't noticed anything different about Apollo, was he really disturbed by something? She also couldn't throw away the guilt she felt, when she saw the smile on Apollo's face when his nickname was used. She had given him that name, and it had meant the world to him at one point. How could she have ignored all this thing for millennia?

"Careful," a familiar voice said.

Grover was leaning against the porch railing, looking like he hadn't slept in a week. Under one arm, he cradled a shoe box. He was wearing blue jeans, Converse hi-tops and a bright orange T-shirt that said CAMP HALF-BLOOD. Just plain old Grover. Not the goat boy.

Grover just shook his head miserably, "What is it going for you three to not call me that." He motioned toward Annabeth, Percy and Thalia. "You know I hate it."

The three of them just shrugged and gave each other high fives. Everyone looked amused as the friends' squabbled.

So maybe I'd had a nightmare. Maybe my mom was okay. We were still on vacation, and we'd stopped here at this big house for some reason. And . . .

The room became serious, and the smile wiped off their faces. They knew what had happened, the child would not be able to hope for long.

"You saved my life," Grover said. "I . . . well, the least I could do ... I went back to the hill. I thought you might want this."

Reverently, he placed the shoe box in my lap. Inside was a black-and-white bull's horn, the base jagged from being broken off, the tip splattered with dried blood.

It hadn't been a nightmare.

"Oh Percy," Annabeth whispered and rested her head on his chest. Thalia held his hand tightly to assure him.

The goddesses looked on at him with sad eyes, the amount of love he had for his mother, it must have been killing him. All of them had lost someone they loved over the years, whether it be a mortal lover, or a demigod, they had known grief.

"The Minotaur," I said.

"Um, Percy, it isn't a good idea — "

"That's what they call him in the Greek myths, isn't it?" I demanded. "The Minotaur. Half man, half bull."

"You do understand that names have power don't you, tell me you understand it now? I mean I can understand back then you knew nothing, but now you must understand the meaning of using names without care," Athena pleaded to him, sure he was a sea-spawn and it was hard to control them. But still even the dumbest of people would be able to understand the gravity of using names now.

Percy shrugged as he answered, "I know that names have power, I just don't care about it."

Athena looked like she was about to throw a spear at him. Artemis and the hunters were looking at him curiously, wondering whether he was all sane in the head or not. Most of the room looked at him incredulously.

"Try arguing with that, the amount of time I have yelled at him is unbelievable," Annabeth shook her head at his stubbornness.

Grover shifted uncomfortably. "You've been out for two days. How much do you remember?" "My mom. Is she really . . ."? He looked down.

As did most of the people in the room.

I stared across the meadow. There were groves of trees, a winding stream, acres of strawberries spread out under the blue sky. The valley was surrounded by rolling hills, and the tallest one, directly in front of us, was the one with the huge pine tree on top. Even that looked beautiful in the sunlight.

"What does that mean?" Thalia asked threateningly. She would shock him if he said he found her tree ugly. She hides away the tears that threatened her eyes, that tree was the significance of the sacrifice she made, didn't he like that?

Percy looked at her with absolute adoration, "Thals, you know I love that tree and everything it stands for." He said to her, the pine tree was a symbol of her. The symbol of the sacrifice of a hero.

Rest of the room looked confused on why they were having a conversation about the tree. Shrugging it off as the futures are weird, Hermes started reading again.

My mother was gone. The whole world should be black and cold. Nothing should look beautiful.

"Oh," Thalia smiled a sad smile looking at Percy.

Poseidon felt wistful, sad and guilty at the same time. This book was going to take his emotions on a roller coaster.

Most of the room couldn't believe how much love the child had for his mother. Hera was scared of him, even she couldn't help the smile that graced her face at hearing how much Percy thought of his mother.

"I'm sorry," Grover sniffled. "I'm a failure. I'm — I'm the worst satyr in the world."

"No, you are not my young satyr, Stop blaming yourself for everything." Pan scolded seriously.

Grover blushed a little at getting scolded by his idol, but nodded.

He moaned, stomping his foot so hard it came off. I mean, the Converse hi-top came off. The inside was filled with Styrofoam, except for a hoof -shaped hole.

"Oh, Styx!" he mumbled. Thunder rolled across the clear sky.

As he struggled to get his hoof back in the fake foot, I thought, Well, that settles it. Grover was a satyr. I was ready to bet that if I shaved his curly brown hair, I'd find tiny horns on his head. But I was too miserable to care that satyrs existed, or even minotaurs.

All that meant was my mom really had been squeezed into nothingness, dissolved into yellow light.

"Yes, who has taken her?" Athena asked as she looked between Zeus and Hades. She was starting to realize that it must have been Hades, he definitely had some ulterior motives behind sending his pets after Percy. She just didn't know what.

I was alone. An orphan. I would have to live with . . . Smelly Gabe? No. That would never happen. I would live on the streets first. I would pretend I was seventeen and join the army. I'd do something.

As soon as the sentence was read Clarisse started laughing loudly. When everyone turned to her, she wheezed, "I am sorry Prissy, but you were really scrawny at 12. You could barely pass for an 11-year-old, how were you going to pretend to be seventeen?" She could barely control her laughter, remembering how little of a runt Percy was.

The people from the future who were there when he arrived at camp started nodding too. Annabeth took the next turn to embarrass Percy, "We gave you the size 4 armor, which was the smallest one we had. It was still 2 sizes bigger on you."

His wives laughed loudly and Percy pouted and sat back.

The past gods couldn't believe that they were talking about the same man sitting in front of him. Even without his aura he looked threatening. He was also the handsomest man in the room.

Grover was still sniffling. The poor kid — poor goat, satyr, whatever — looked as if he expected to be hit. I said, "It wasn't your fault."

"Yes, it was. I was supposed to protect you." "Did my mother ask you to protect me?"

"No. But that's my job. I'm a keeper. At least ... I was." "But why ..." I suddenly felt dizzy, my vision swimming.

Poseidon slumped back against the couch leaning on Amphitrite. His eyes rolled over and he felt like he was having a headache.

Mrs. O'Leary woofed in concern, she didn't like hearing about her friend in pain. Percy's children patted her to keep her calm.

Percy looked at her from his seat, "It's alright girl, nothing bad happened." He assured the hellhound, who nodded and rested her head against the floor.

The past people were all shocked once again, with how docile and familiar the hellhound was.

"Don't strain yourself," Grover said. "Here." He helped me hold my glass and put the straw to my lips.

I recoiled at the taste, because I was expecting apple juice. It wasn't that at all. It was chocolate-chip cookies. Liquid cookies. And not just any cookies — my mom's homemade blue chocolate-chip cookies, buttery and hot, with the chips still melting. Drinking it, my whole body felt warm and good, full of energy. My grief didn't go away, but I felt as if my mom had just brushed her hand against my cheek, given me a cookie the way she used to when I was small, and told me everything was going to be okay.

The goddesses smiled at the love Percy displayed for his mother. They would give anything for a relationship like that with their children. None of them can say that they had such a loving relationship with one of their children, godly children grew up fast. They never had to take care of them like mortals did with their children. And the demigods, well they weren't allowed to raise them due to the ancient laws.

Poseidon sighed contently and a happy expression plastered across his face. He was happy that Percy got such a good mother, with the life of a demigod, he would need every bit of happiness possible.

"That's how nectar taste like to you?" Thalia asked with a soft smile. It had been years since she had eaten cookies made by Sally herself. Sure, Percy knows the recipe and cooks every often for them, but they weren't the same. Sally's cookies were made of pure love and kindness. It melted their hearts along with the chocolate chip cookies inside of them.

Everyone that knew Sally and had eaten her cookies got a smile on their face. Sometime when Percy would return from the mortal world after his school year, Sally would send a huge basket filled with cookies and bakeries for them. Even Chiron looked forward to the cookies. Nico remembered the cakes Sally would bake, because he loved them too much.

"They did back then, but now it has changed. It tastes like Hestia's cooking now." Percy said, sending a wink towards the goddess of hearth.

Hestia smiled widely at hearing that her cooking was the taste Percy liked the most. She blushed slightly at the wink he had sent towards her.

"What did they taste like to you?" Percy asked, looking at his wives.

"Kind of salty, like the fresh wind of the Ocean," Annabeth answered and Reyna, Thalia, and Piper said something similar. All four of them described the Sea's smell and a little salty taste.

"Like your lips," Rachel said bluntly, causing the room to zone in on her. She saw the looks she was receiving and shrugged, she wasn't ashamed to say what was on her mind. She loved his lips, and that's how it tasted like to her. Well after she became a goddess that is, before that if she had tried. She would have turned to ashes.

Percy looked at Rachel with wide eyes, before turning to the other four of his wives. They looked down but all of them nodded slowly, causing a wide grin to break out in his face.

"I didn't know you liked my lips that much, here let me give you a taste," Percy laughed and puckered his lips towards them.

"I will beat the shit out of you Jackson," Reyna threatened as she felt like she might die of mortification. It didn't help that her husband's mind worked like a child, and he felt the need to embarrass them further in front of the other gods.

"You know I enjoy that Mrs. Jackson." Percy teased back and his wives groaned. They could not believe how childish he could get.

"That is just eew," Penelope commented and acted like she was going to puke.

"I didn't need to hear, see or know all that," Sophia acted the same.

Percy rolled his eyes at his children's dramatics and sat back down, and motioned for Hermes to read.

Artemis, Athena, Hestia and Zoe all wondered whether their taste of Ambrosia and nectar would change to his lips too. They blushed thinking about that.

Before I knew it, I'd drained the glass. I stared into it, sure I'd just had a warm drink, but the ice cubes hadn't even melted. "Was it good?" Grover asked. I nodded.

"What did it taste like?" He sounded so wistful, I felt guilty. "Sorry," I said. "I should've let you taste it."

"He is a Satyr, he can't have Ambrosia and Nectar, he would combust if he ever tried some," Athena felt the need to explain.

Most of the room ignored her, and Percy gave her a 'No shit,' Look. Which caused her to narrow her eyes at him, and Percy to smile widely at her.

His eyes got wide. "No! That's not what I meant. I just . . . wondered."

"Chocolate-chip cookies," I said. "My mom's. Homemade."

He sighed. "And how do you feel?" "Like I could throw Nancy Bobofit a hundred yards."

"And that is good?" Artemis asked, she didn't like hearing about a maiden getting hurt.

"That is very good," Percy confirmed and looked at Grover who nodded.

"That's good," he said. "That's good. I don't think you could risk drinking any more of that stuff." "What do you mean?" He took the empty glass from me gingerly, as if it were dynamite, and set it back on the table.

"Come on. Chiron and Mr. D are waiting."

The porch wrapped all the way around the farmhouse. My legs felt wobbly, trying to walk that far. Grover offered to carry the Minotaur horn, but I held on to it. I'd paid for that souvenir the hard way. I wasn't going to let it go.

Ares, Enyo and Athena nodded. That's how a spoil of war should be treated, they were the result of a great battle or sacrifice. They should be respected; they would know considering that they were the gods/goddess of war.

Artemis subconsciously went to the Minotaur horn he had given her, she felt guilty. He had given her something so precious and his first symbol of battle, without a blink of his eyes, and even after that she was so quick to judge him.

As we came around the opposite end of the house, I caught my breath.

We must've been on the north shore of Long Island, because on this side of the house, the valley marched all the way up to the water…... Others rode horses down a wooded trail, and, unless I was hallucinating, some of their horses had wings.

"That sounds so beautiful," Aphrodite commented, and Persephone nodded after her.

The future people all got a proud look in their eyes. The camp had seen its bad days. Multiple wars, destruction, deaths, even after all that it was the most beautiful place they had ever known.

Perseus, Theseus and Heracles curiously listened about the camp. They had a camp but it wasn't anything like that.

Down at the end of the porch, two men sat across from each other at a card table. The blond-haired girl who'd spoon-fed me popcorn-flavored pudding was leaning on the porch rail next to them.

"You're going to keep calling me the blonde girl, aren't you?" Annabeth sighed as she looked at her husband.

Percy had the audacity to smile widely and nod at her. It was only because she loved him, that she did not punch him every other second.

The man facing me was small, but porky. He had a red nose, big watery eyes, and curly hair so black it was almost purple. He looked like those paintings of baby angels — what do you call them, hubbubs?

"I think you mean Cherubs Perce?" Travis tried as he spared a glance at Dionysus. He knew whom Percy was talking about, and his description was accurate.

"What's a cherub?" Apollo asked, barely containing his smile, he could sense that Percy was talking about Dionysus.

"Cherubs are little children that are basically shown in a statue or paintings, the children are all fat and potbellied." Annabeth explained, barely containing her own laughter.

Dionysus had a sneaky suspicion that the book was talking about him.

No, cherubs. That's it. He looked like a cherub who'd turned middle-aged in a trailer park. He wore a tiger-pattern Hawaiian shirt, and he would've fit right in at one of Gabe's poker parties, except I got the feeling this guy could've out-gambled even my stepfather.

"Are you talking about me?" Dionysus asked, narrowing his eyes at Percy.

Percy smiled and nodded, "Do you see anyone else fit the description?"

Dionysus sat back sipping on his wine as he glared at him. Ariadne had a small smile at her husband's description, he didn't look like that. It was just the personification of his domains.

"That's Mr. D," Grover murmured to me. "He's the camp director. Be polite. The girl, that's Annabeth Chase. She's just a camper, but she's been here longer than just about anybody. And you

"Just a camper?" Annabeth asked as she narrowed her eyes at Grover.

"Yes, compared to Chiron, and a god, you were just a camper," Grover replied.

"Why am I looking after the brats again?" Dionysus asked, taking his mouth of wine. He knew it must be his father's fault.

already know Chiron. . .."

He pointed at the guy whose back was to me. First, I realized he was sitting in the wheelchair. Then I recognized the tweed jacket, the thinning brown hair, the scraggly beard.

"Mr. Brunner!" I cried.

The Latin teacher turned and smiled at me. His eyes had that mischievous glint they sometimes got in class when he pulled a pop quiz and made all the multiple choice answers B.

"That's just torture," Percy said and at the same time Athena chirped up.

"That is brilliant," She glared at Percy for his comment, "Even the people who know would be confused."

"Ah, good, Percy," he said. "Now we have four for pinochle."

He offered me a chair to the right of Mr. D, who looked at me with bloodshot eyes and heaved a great sigh. "Oh, I suppose I must say it. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. There. Now, don't expect me to be glad to see you."

"Uh, thanks." I scooted a little farther away from him because, if there was one thing I had learned from living with Gabe, it was how to tell when an adult has been hitting the happy juice. If Mr. D was a stranger to alcohol, I was a satyr.

The joyful mood of the room left once again, and as everyone remembered why Percy thought that. Dionysus must have reminded him of his step-father, with the way he looked and acted.

Even Dionysus looked shaken, the kid's mental health wasn't good to begin with. Him already having depressive and suicidal thoughts. He shouldn't antagonize those symptoms more.

"Annabeth?" Mr. Brunner called to the blond girl.

"He just said my name Seaweed brain. Why are you still calling me the blond girl?" Annabeth glared at him. Percy gulped when he saw her glare and gave her a peck on the lips to calm her down.

She came forward and Mr. Brunner introduced us. "This young lady nursed you back to health, Percy. Annabeth, my dear, why don't you go check on Percy's bunk? We'll be putting him in cabin eleven for now."

Annabeth said, "Sure, Chiron."

She was probably my age, maybe a couple of inches taller, and a whole lot more athletic looking. With her deep tan and her curly blond hair, she was almost exactly what I thought a stereotypical California girl would look like, except her eyes ruined the image.

"What do you mean ruined the image?" Annabeth asked threateningly, but Percy could sense her underlying insecurity. He had always talked about how much he liked her and Athena's eyes, and now to hear that his first thought was this. It hurt.

Athena too looked at him, up until now he had shown that he really loved them. But to hear that he didn't like Annabeth's eyes, something she inherited from her. It made her feel insecure.

"Oh Chaos no, I didn't mean that. You know how much I like your eyes wise-girl," Percy consoled her and gripped her hand tightly, he turned to Athena, "You too Thena, I love both of your eyes so much."

Athena and Annabeth nodded and waited to hear his full thought.

They were startling gray, like storm clouds; pretty, but intimidating, too, as if she were analyzing the best way to take me down in a fight. They were so pretty, like they were made to be appreciated.

Athena and Annabeth blushed down to the root of their hair. The description of their eyes was actually pretty good, like he loved them from the first glance.

Annabeth muttered a quick 'thank you,' and kissed him. Percy rolled his eyes at her and kissed her back, he looked over his shoulder to where Athena was, she was giving him the tiniest bit of nod and there was a big smile on her face.

He smiled back, he loved seeing her happy.

She glanced at the minotaur horn in my hands, then back at me. I imagined she was going to say, You killed a minotaur! or Wow, you're so awesome! or something like that.

Instead she said, "You drool when you sleep."

Everyone started laughing at Annabeth's words. Imagine that being the first thing someone says to you, when you meet. No one laughed harder than the 7-year-old son of Percy.

Damon was having trouble controlling his laughter as his father's face turned red. He got up and ran to Annabeth. He kissed his step-mother on the cheek and said, "Nice one Mom," and ran back to his seat.

Annabeth smiled at her step-son and saw that Percy was pouting at them. She nudged him and he muttered a soft, 'Traitor.'

Artemis watched the scene unfold in front of her eyes in sadness. Her son was getting farther and farther away from her, and it seemed that her future husband was too. Both of them hadn't even spared her a glance since they entered the throne room.

Then she sprinted off down the lawn, her blond hair flying behind her. I followed her all the way she was visible.

"Right, throw a guy off his feet and sprint off," Percy muttered, causing his wives to laugh at him. Annabeth smirked and leaned up against him. This book was going to bring back many good memories back, along with the ones they would love to forget.

"So," I said, anxious to change the subject. "You, uh, work here, Mr. Brunner?" "Not Mr. Brunner," the ex-Mr. Brunner said. "I'm afraid that was a pseudonym. You may call me Chiron."

"Okay." Totally confused, I looked at the director. "And Mr. D . . . does that stand for something?" Mr. D stopped shuffling the cards. He looked at me like I'd just belched loudly. "Young man, names are powerful things. You don't just go around using them for no reason." "Oh. Right. Sorry."

"I must say, Percy," Chiron-Brunner broke in, "I'm glad to see you alive. It's been a long time since I've made a house call to a potential camper. I'd hate to think I've wasted my time."

"That is just awful Chiron," Thalia groaned, "You don't say you have wasted your time on a child."

Chiron tried to hide away from the incredulousness he was getting from all the gods. It wasn't even him, who had said that. His future self must be worried out of his mind, to be acting so callous.

"House call?" "My year at Yancy Academy, to instruct you. We have satyrs at most schools, of course, keeping a lookout. But Grover alerted me as soon as he met you. He sensed you were something special, so I decided to come upstate. I convinced the other Latin teacher to . . . ah, take a leave of absence."

"Does that mean he killed her?" Ares asked, and looked at Chiron in excitement.

Chiron had his face filled with horror, he looked on at the future guests pleadingly, to get assurance that he didn't kill the mortal. He didn't know how much the times had changed, and he hoped that he hadn't changed much.

"No, he didn't, Chiron had the teacher transfer to another school, with a better pay. Chiron then manipulated the mist to make it seem that there was no other Latin teacher," Grover explained as he looked at Chiron's panicked expression. He was the one that was assigned there first, Chiron came only after he was informed that there was a powerful demigod there.

Chiron sighed in relief while Ares slumped down on his throne in disappointment.

I tried to remember the beginning of the school year. It seemed like so long ago, but I did have a fuzzy memory of there being another Latin teacher my first week at Yancy. Then, without explanation, he had disappeared and Mr. Brunner had taken the class. "You came to Yancy just to teach me?" I asked.

"Thank you for making him get a big head Chiron," Thalia said to Chiron rolling her eyes.

"Hey! I don't have a big head," Percy replied, frowning at her.

"Just this week you said you were undefeatable, and kept boasting about your skills," Thalia countered back.

"That's because I am the best, no one can defeat me," Percy growled back at his wife. Both the husband and wife had an intense stare down. They looked like at any moment they were going to throw hands.

"Huh," Heracles looked at them, "If you are so great, maybe we could care for a spar later?" He asked, confident that he could defeat him. He would make Percy swear that they would just use their skills and not power, and beat him. He would have everyone see what a weakling without his powers Percy really was.

Percy raised his eyebrows at the son of Zeus, "Sure, I am not one for backing down from a challenge." He would love to put him at his place, for what he did to Zoe.

Artemis and Zoe smiled as they saw this. They would love to see Heracles getting humiliated in front of everyone.

Heracles looked a bit startled as Percy accepted the spar without any thoughts. He didn't even give him a second glance; he would make sure that the future god pays for his actions. And while he was at it, he would make sure that Thalia too learned her place.

Percy turned back to Thalia and spoke, "As soon as the day ends, you and I are going against each other. Solo V/s Solo, I will show you why I am the best." His stare was unmoving.

Thalia offered her hand to him and replied, "It's on Kelp's head."

Percy accepted her hand, they shook it and started glaring at each other. The scene was quite intimidating to everyone else, as the two gods radiated their aura to intimidate each other.

"Do they always fight like this, before a spar?" Hestia asked, looking at Annabeth. Their fights must be really intense, if just their argument was like this.

"What spar?" Percy and Thalia turned to the goddess at once, confused.

"The spar you just announced with each other at the end of the day," Athena answered, now everyone in the hall seemed confused, except for Percy's wives and children.

"I didn't announce any spar with Thalia," Percy frowned and looked at Thalia to confirm. She shook her head saying he didn't.

"Then what was all the fighting about, right now?" Poseidon asked, confused.

"Oh that, well we were talking about Call of Duty. We are going against each other in Call of Duty." Percy answered, driving the past people into more confusion. His wives and children barely covered their snickers seeing everyone else's face.

"What is that?" Apollo asked, he had not heard of a sport like that.

"It's a game mortals invented. There is a device in which you can play the game, it doesn't involve any actual fight," Rachel explained to them.

The past gods nodded and looked at both Thalia and Percy incredulously. They couldn't believe that these two Olympians were arguing over something so trivial. "Really that's what you were fighting about?" Athena asked, shaking her head disappointingly.

Thalia poked a finger at Percy, "It's his fault for having an arrogant head,"

Percy rolled his eyes at her, "I say this once again, it's not arrogant if you know you are the best." And they went back to glaring at each other.

"Please continue Apollo, they are not going to stop." Annabeth sighed; it was too much work to be the adult in the relationship.

Chiron nodded. "Honestly, I wasn't sure about you at first. We contacted your mother, let her know we were keeping an eye on you in case you were ready for Camp Half-Blood. But you still had so much to learn. Nevertheless, you made it here alive, and that's always the first test."

"Grover," Mr. D said impatiently, "are you playing or not?"

"Yes, sir!" Grover trembled as he took the fourth chair, though I didn't know why he should be so afraid of a pudgy little man in a tiger-print Hawaiian shirt.

"Why are you scaring my Satyr, Dionysus?" Pan growled and glared at the god of wine. Small vines started growing around Dionysus' throne and knocked the wine glass out of his hand.

Dionysus looked at his childhood friend and gulped, Pan was pretty easy going, as long as you don't hurt the people, and wild he cared about. He looked away, not knowing anything about what was happening in the future.

"You do know how to play pinochle?" Mr. D eyed me suspiciously.

"I'm afraid not," I said. "I'm afraid not, sir," he said.

I just stared at him blankly, there wasn't a chance I was going to call a pudgy little man like him 'Sir."

Dionysus glared at Percy, but he just smiled wider. The little party trick with purple eyes wasn't going to scare him now.

"Not even a day introduced to the godly world, and you are already defying the gods?" Athena asked, sighing. If he continues like this in the future, he was going to make several enemies among the gods, and other immortals.

Poseidon smiled as he looked at his son in pride, "I must take some blame for that, after all, 'The sea doesn't like to be contained.'" Poseidon, Triton and Percy said at the same time.

"Well," he told me, "it is, along with gladiator fighting and Pac-Man, one of the greatest games ever invented by humans. I would expect all civilized young men to know the rules." "I'm sure the boy can learn," Chiron said.

"Please," I said, "what is this place? What am I doing here? Mr. Brun — Chiron — why would you go to Yancy Academy just to teach me?"

Mr. D snorted. "I asked the same question." The camp director dealt the cards. Grover flinched every time one landed in his pile.

Pan growled from the back of his throat and looked at Grover, then turned to Dionysus, "If I find out that you have hurt my satyrs in any way, you wouldn't like the result."

It was surprising that the minor god of wild could scare an Olympian so easily. But Pan wasn't something to trifle with, during the giant war he had driven the enemies away. The word 'Panic' was named after Pan.

Chiron smiled at me sympathetically, the way he used to in Latin class, as if to let me know that no matter what my average was, I was his star student. He expected me to have the right answer.

Poseidon smiled as he heard Chiron's faith in his son. He sent a silent 'thanks' to the trainer of Heroes. Chiron smiled back and gave the sea god a nod.

Heracles gritted his teeth as the sentence was read. He was Chiron's star student, not some wannabe son of Poseidon. But he didn't dare say those things outright, he would get his chance at the spar later.

"Percy," he said. "Did your mother tell you nothing?"

"She said ..." I remembered her sad eyes, looking out over the sea. "She told me she was afraid to send me here, even though my father had wanted her to. She said that once I was here, I probably couldn't leave. She wanted to keep me close to her."

"Typical," Mr. D said. "That's how they usually get killed. Young man, are you bidding or not?"

A cold blast of water from the Atlantic hit Dionysus right on his face. The wine-god's eyes glowed purple as he tried to find the attacker. But the fire in them dimmed down when he saw the green eyes of Poseidon. Swirling with anger, like a hurricane was surrounding them.

"A parent wanting to spend time with their child isn't wrong Dionysus, I would advise you to keep such petty thoughts to yourself, lest you want to find the wrath of the seas," Poseidon threatened, sending shivers down the god's spine. Only a fool would want to suffer the wrath of Poseidon.

Dionysus looks around and finds that every woman in the room is glaring at him. Even his wife Ariadne was looking at him disappointed. He thinks that it wasn't even him, instead his future self. But he doesn't voice out those thoughts.

"What?" I asked. He explained, impatiently, how you bid in pinochle, and so I did.

"I'm afraid there's too much to tell," Chiron said. "I'm afraid our usual orientation film won't be sufficient."

"Orientation film?" I asked.

"Oh, my Percy, you didn't see the orientation film? I always thought you were just stupid," Annabeth gasped and started saying sorry over and over to him.

Percy smiled and wrapped his arm around her, he pressed a slight kiss at her neck, to show that it was all okay.

"To be serious mom, you still treat him like he is stupid," Danae commented looking amused at the sight of her parents.

Annabeth got a slight golden hue on her cheeks as she heard her step-daughter. "Hush you," she said and went back to lean against Percy.

"No," Chiron decided. "Well, Percy. You know your friend Grover is a satyr. You know" — he pointed to the horn in the shoe box — "that you have killed the Minotaur. No small feat, either, lad. What you may not know is that great powers are at work in your life. Gods — the forces you call the Greek gods — are very much alive."

I stared at the others around the table. I waited for somebody to yell, Not! But all I got was Mr. D yelling, "Oh, a royal marriage. Trick! Trick!" He cackled as he tallied up his points.

"Mr. D," Grover asked timidly, "if you're not going to eat it, could I have your Diet Coke can?" "Eh? Oh, all right."

Grover bit a huge shard out of the empty aluminum can and chewed it mournfully.

"Wait," I told Chiron. "You're telling me there's such a thing as God."

"No," Travis sighed, "It cannot be."

"That must be a lie, please tell me it's a lie," Connor pleaded looking at Chiron. Both of the brothers were surprisingly silent until now, whatever they were planning wasn't going to be good for anyone.

Katie sighed tiredly, even after becoming immortals, these two were not somebody you can take to new places. She loved Travis, but sometimes she imagined killing him & Connor in brutal ways.

"You do believe in us now, right son?" Poseidon teased, "I mean given that you are a god yourself now?" He chuckled as his son went bright gold, and tried to hide in Thalia's hair. The rest of the room looked on at the future god amusedly.

"Well, now," Chiron said. "God — capital G, God. That's a different matter altogether. We shan't deal with the metaphysical."

"Metaphysical? But you were just talking about — "

"Ah, gods, plural, as in, great beings that control the forces of nature and human endeavors: the immortal gods of Olympus. That's a smaller matter." "Smaller?"

"Yes, quite. The gods we discussed in Latin class."

"Zeus," I said. "Hera. Apollo. You mean them."

"Yes us, and I am the best god out there," Apollo commented, causing every god on the room to roll their eyes or snort. If the title was the chirpiest god, then sure it would've been Apollo.

"and the biggest Idiot god ever," Artemis commented.

Apollo's smile widened as he looked at his sister, "You're just saying that cause you are jealous of me,"

Artemis rolled her eyes, but refrained from saying anything.

And there it was again — distant thunder on a cloudless day.

"Young man," said Mr. D, "I would really be less casual about throwing those names around, if I were you."

"But they're stories," I said. "They're — myths, to explain lightning and the seasons and stuff. They're what people believed before there was science."

"Oh no," All the people from the Greek camp groaned. They had heard the rant too many times, to know what was coming.

"Now he is going to start yapping again, Seaweed brain." Annabeth sighed.

Percy nodded miserably too, but he couldn't do anything.

"Science!" Mr. D scoffed. "And tell me, Perseus Jackson" — I flinched when he said my real name, which I never told…... Chiron? Look at this boy and tell me."

I wasn't liking Mr. D much, but there was something about the way he called me mortal, as if ... he wasn't. It was enough to put a lump in my throat, to suggest why Grover was dutifully minding his cards, chewing his soda can, and keeping his mouth shut.

"Percy," Chiron said, "you may choose to believe or not, but the fact is that immortal means immortal. Can you imagine that for a moment, never dying? Never fading? Existing, just as you are, for all time?"

I was about to answer, off the top of my head, that it sounded like a pretty good deal, but the tone of Chiron's voice made me hesitate.

"That's how it is for everyone," Thalia stated, "Chiron doesn't outright warn you, but his words usually have wisdom and warnings hidden on them." She smiled a small smile towards the trainer of heroes. She had not been trained by him for long, but she had heard from Annie and Percy enough about him.

Chiron smiled as his tutors all nodded. Usually by the time they understood his warnings, it was too late. But he had a strange inkling that Percy would be different.

"You mean, whether people believed in you or not," I said.

"Exactly," Chiron agreed. "If you were a god, how would you like being called a myth, an old story to explain lightning? What if I told you, Perseus Jackson, that someday people would call you a myth, just created to explain how little boys can get over losing their mothers?"

"CHIRON," shouted both Poseidon and Amphitrite in outrage. That was not something you say to a child, that just lost his mother. They glared at the centaur strong enough to scare him.

"I apologize, my Lord and My lady, I don't know what is wrong with my future self." Chiron apologized, when he saw the angry glares he was receiving from the rulers of the sea.

My heart pounded. He was trying to make me angry for some reason, but I wasn't going to let him. My hand itched to punch something, my mind screaming at me to destroy everything. It took everything within me to control my breathing.

"That was a dangerous gamble Chiron, if Percy hadn't controlled his anger, he would've exploded. Everything around him would have been turned to rubble. No one would've survived." Annabeth warned, she had seen Percy when he was angry. His powers were magnified when his emotions were heightened. And in his state of grief, when he had just his mother. Him losing control would've been catastrophic.

Chiron's eyes widened; he had trained many children of Poseidon. But the way she was talking, it insinuated that he had never dealt with one like Percy before. He could've lost the lives of the camper he was supposed to protect.

I said, "I wouldn't like it. But I don't believe in gods."

"Oh, you'd better," Mr. D murmured. "Before one of them incinerates you."

"They can try, but they won't succeed." Poseidon threatened Dionysus, he wouldn't kill him, but he wouldn't let him go free either, if one of his children was hurt.

Grover said, "P-please, sir. He's just lost his mother. He's in shock."

"A lucky thing, too," Mr. D grumbled, playing a card. "Bad enough I'm confined to this miserable job, working with boys who don't even believe!"

He waved his hand and a goblet appeared on the table, as if the sunlight had bent, momentarily, and woven the air into glass. The goblet filled itself with red wine. My jaw dropped, but Chiron hardly looked up.

"Mr. D," he warned, "your restrictions."

"Restrictions?" Dionysus growled as he looked at the book.

The future people sighed; here comes the moment he snaps.

Mr. D looked at the wine and feigned surprise. "Dear me." He looked at the sky and yelled, "Old habits! Sorry!"

More thunder. Mr. D waved his hand again, and the wineglass changed into a fresh can of Diet Coke. He sighed unhappily, popped the top of the soda, and went back to his card game.

Chiron winked at me. "Mr. D offended his father a while back, took a fancy to a wood nymph who had been declared off-limits."

"A wood nymph?" Dionysus stepped up and started glowing. He was getting onto his divine form.

Percy had barely enough time to cover Perseus and Theseus with shields of water, so they don't get incinerated by the god's true form.

"YOU TOOK AWAY MY DOMAIN, BECAUSE OF A WOOD NYMPH?" Dionysus growled and a club riddled with grapevines appeared in his hand.

Zeus stood in defiance too and assumed his true form. His master bolt crackled as he looked at his son threateningly. Suddenly his master bolt vanished and he was left weaponless, a force that knocked him off his feet collided with him. The next thing he knew, he was across the floor on his back.

He stood enough and started crackling with electricity. He was about to attack his son, when a loud voice yelled, "THAT'S ENOUGH," they looked to see it was Percy, still in his mortal form, but his symbol of power was in one hand, and the master bolt in the other.

The two gods resumed their mortal form and sat back at their seats. "Punishing a god by taking away his domain of power, is really cruel, and unjust of a King, Zeus." Percy said and chucked the master bolt back at him.

Zeus looked away and decided to not acknowledge looks he was receiving from all his children. "I will just castrate you the next time you go after someone other than your wife," Percy commented offhandedly.

Zeus looked on in horror, and Hera smirked. She would love it very much if her husband was castrated, it's not like she got much love from him either way. At least this way he would have to remain faithful.

"A wood nymph," I repeated, still staring at the Diet Coke can like it was from outer space.

"Yes," Mr. D confessed. "Father loves to punish me. The first time, Prohibition. Ghastly! Absolutely horrid ten years! The second time — well, she really was pretty, and I couldn't stay away — the second time, he sent me here. Half-Blood Hill. Summer camp for brats like you. 'Be a better influence,' he told me. 'Work with youths rather than tearing them down.' Ha! Absolutely unfair."

Mr. D sounded about six years old, like a pouting little kid.

"And ..." I stammered, "your father is . . ."

"Di immortales, Chiron," Mr. D said. "I thought you taught this boy the basics. My father is Zeus, of course."

"How was he supposed to know, when no one would tell him anything?" Penelope hissed at the wine god. Even Chiron wasn't spared from her glare. It was one thing for her mothers to chastise him, but she wouldn't listen to others mocking or disrespecting her father.

The gods looked on to find her silver eyes glowing, the aura radiating off her was something to be afraid of. She truly looked like a daughter of Artemis. Both mother & daughter looked scarily similar when angry.

Both Chiron and Dionysus flinched from her glare.

Artemis looked at her daughter impressed, and found that she looked just like her, she loved it. She saw Damon put an arm around her to calm her down. She could also see Percy and his wives sport smiles on their faces.

I ran through D names from Greek mythology. Wine. The skin of a tiger. The satyrs that all seemed to work here. The way Grover cringed, as if Mr. D were his master. "You're Dionysus," I said. "The god of wine."

Mr. D rolled his eyes. "What do they say, these days, Grover? Do the children say, 'Well, duh!'?" "Y-yes, Mr. D."

"Then, well, duh! Percy Jackson. Did you think I was Aphrodite, perhaps?"

"Eew No…" Aphrodite commented at the very thought of looking like Dionysus. Immediately she pulled out some makeup made of natural herbs and fruits, and started redoing her eyeliner.

Dionysus glared at the love goddess for her reaction, but she paid no heed to him. Being lost in her own world.

"You're a god." "Yes, child." "A god. You."

Apollo and Hermes started laughing like crazy as soon as Hermes finished reading the sentence. Every other god looked amused too, they couldn't believe that a child said that to his mouth.

"Believe me, we all have trouble believing it sometimes," Apollo laughed, followed by Hermes' vigorous nods.

He turned to look at me straight on, and I saw a kind of purplish fire in his eyes, a hint that this whiny, plump little man was only showing me the tiniest bit of his true nature. I saw visions of grape vines choking unbelievers to death, drunken warriors insane with battle lust, sailors screaming as their hands turned to flippers, their faces elongating into dolphin snouts. I knew that if I pushed him, Mr. D would show me worse things. He would plant a disease in my brain that would leave me wearing a straitjacket in a rubber room for the rest of my life.

"You showed visions like that to my 12-year-old child?" Poseidon growled as he gripped his trident tight. The only thing stopping him was Triton and Amphitrite holding him down. That didn't mean that the Queen and Prince of the seas weren't glaring at him.

Percy smiled as he saw how protective his family was being.

Piper leaned in close to him, "Is that where you got the idea with the dolphins, on Argo II?" She asked, remembering how Percy had come up with the idea to scare Chryasor's army away.

Percy nodded and smiled at her.

"Would you like to test me, child?" he said quietly.

Again, I said nothing, and just stared at him blankly. I had seen more horrid things than his little party tricks.

"You are really great at pissing people off, aren't you little brother?" Triton asked, chuckling, he never liked any of his father's mortal offspring. But he was liking this one, unlike others he wasn't groveling at Dionysus' feet when he found out about him being a god.

"What gave you that idea, brother?" Percy asked, laughing.

"Saying that he is great at pissing people off is not accurate, he does it so efficiently, you would think it's his domain." Annabeth said she remembered all those times Percy would go bad mouthing everyone he was pissed at. He would be bold and reckless, leaving her praying that nothing happened to him, and doing damage control.

Percy just grinned shamelessly and kissed her nose, she had to suppress the giggle that wanted to escape her mouth.

Athena, Artemis, Hestia and Zoe looked on worryingly at Percy. Was he really that problematic? And had he ever pissed them off.

He turned back to his card game. "I believe I win."

"Not quite, Mr. D," Chiron said. He set down a straight, tallied the points, and said, "The game goes to me."

I thought Mr. D was going to vaporize Chiron right out of his wheelchair, but he just sighed through his nose, as if he were used to being beaten by the Latin teacher.

"Really, I lose that often to him?" Dionysus asked, looking at the people from the future. Whenever he gambled on anything with Apollo and Hermes, he always won. Maybe he should start playing with Chiron, for a change.

Castor nodded right next to his father, "As long as I have been in camp, you have never beaten Chiron, even once."

Most of the gods saw Chiron in a totally different light. They never would've guessed that he was a gambler, and one so good that he could defeat Dionysus even.

He got up, and Grover rose, too. "I'm tired," Mr. D said. "I believe I'll take a nap before the sing-along tonight. But first, Grover, we need to talk, again, about your less-than-perfect performance on this assignment." Grover 's face beaded with sweat. "Y-yes, sir."

Mr. D turned to me. "Cabin eleven, Percy Jackson. And mind your manners." He swept into the farmhouse, Grover following miserably.

"Wait, he actually called you by your real name?" Travis asked wide-eyed. He had never heard Mr. D use someone's correct names.

"What are you talking about?" Dionysus asked, raising his eyebrows.

"It's just in camp, you would purposefully get our names wrong. You never called anybody by their real names." Connor said, causing many gods to roll their eyes.

"That is really mature," Ariadne said leaning against him. Dionysus just smirked, and wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

"You know I have noticed, he will use your real name the first time he meets you. And the only other time he would use them, is when he thinks you are about to die," Percy informed, everyone looking at him in question. "You will see it," He said and motioned for Hermes to start reading.

"Will Grover be okay?" I asked Chiron.

Chiron nodded, though he looked a bit troubled. "Old Dionysus isn't really mad. He just hates his job. He's been ... ah, grounded, I guess you would say, and he can't stand waiting another century before he's allowed to go back to Olympus."

"A century?" Dionysus hissed at his father, the fire in his eyes burning once again, "A century away from my home, because you didn't get to sleep with the nymph you wanted? I truly hope that at the end of this reading, your fate should be fading, you should die unloved, and unforgiven, just like your father."

Silence filled the hall from what Dionysus just said. All of Zeus' children and the elder gods looked on at the wine god in horror. No matter what had happened they never could believe that a child of Zeus would wish for his father's death.

"You understand my bitterness, nephew?" Hades chimed in, "Your father is an unjust ruler, like my father. His rule consists of threat, paranoia, and hatred. No kingdom can ever thrive under a ruler like that."

Zeus looked and heard everything impassively. He didn't show it but Dionysus' words had pained him, in his eyes was the same fire that he and his siblings once held for Kronos. Extreme hatred, the kind that isn't born in a day. He looked on to his other children, they avoided his gaze, but it was clear that they felt the same. Was he really that unjust? He had failed as a king.

The minor gods were scared to speak up, but they too agreed with Hades, and Dionysus.

The people from the future agreed, a King was supposed to be like Percy. Even after being the King of demigods, he would play with the little demigods himself. The nymphs would sometimes hand him their kids to look after, and Percy with all his heart would care for them as his own.

If they were asked to describe Percy, no one would use the word- King or God. Instead, they would use words like, brother, father, friend, and family. Despite having the responsibilities of many domains, he would take time out of his day to listen to his people. In both New Rome, and New Athens, Percy would give his time and make sure the people thrived.

That is how a King should be.

"Mount Olympus," I said. "You're telling me there really is a palace there?"

"Well now, there's Mount Olympus in Greece. And then there's the home of the gods, the convergence point of their powers, which did indeed used to be on Mount Olympus. It's still called Mount Olympus, out of respect to the old ways, but the palace moves, Percy, just as the gods do."

"You mean the Greek gods are here? Like ... in America?"

"Well, certainly. The gods move with the heart of the West." "The what?"

Most of the room got a curious look on their eyes, as they leaned forward to hear the answer. Their roots were still planted in Greece, so they didn't know about this stuff. They wanted to hear how their civilization survives and works in the future.

Athena specially paid attention to everything. This was something she could not have imagined, she wanted to hear every single detail briefly.

"Come now, Percy. What you call 'Western civilization.' Do you think it's just an abstract concept? No, it's a living force. A collective consciousness that has burned bright for thousands of years. The gods are part of it. You might even say they are the source of it, or at least, they are tied so tightly to it that they couldn't possibly fade, not unless all of Western civilization were obliterated. The fire started in Greece. Then, as you well know — or as I hope you know, since you passed my course — the heart of the fire moved to Rome, and so did the gods. Oh, different names, perhaps — Jupiter for Zeus, Venus for Aphrodite, and so on — but the same forces, the same gods."

Athena looked at Percy, "This is what you were talking about? The Roman empire, and how our characteristics changed. We are called by different names, have different personalities but are the same forces, the same gods?" She asked, it was all becoming clear to her. She knew that the gods depended upon the mortals for survival. But she didn't know that the mortals played such a big impact on their lives.

Percy nodded, smiling, he always did love Annabeth's and Athena's hunger for information. "Correct, when the Roman civilization was formed, a new pantheon formed with them. They were warriors, so they saw the gods as warriors, and this made the gods have a more serious, and more militaristic persona."

The past gods leaned forward to understand what he was saying. This concerned all of them, they wanted to learn more.

"Like Ares, for an example," Percy started, gaining the focus of the war god. "As a Greek, Ares is a war god, he is crazed by wars and battles, he always looks for a fight, he doesn't need much reason for it." Percy saw the glare he was receiving from Ares and smirked, "What, I'm not wrong am I?" He challenged.

Ares withdrew his glare and nodded. It was his domain after all.

"As a Roman, Ares is known as Mars, the god of war. He remains the god of the same domain, but his name changes. As the Romans are more militaristic, Ares as Mars also changed. Mars becomes a very different war god. He only fights for justice, and is much more disciplined than Ares. Mars is also the most respected god among the Romans. He is their patron, and his voice carries more weight than the King of Gods." Percy concluded.

To say the gods were shocked would be an understatement. They never could believe that Ares was described as someone disciplined. Ares himself got a proud look and sat up straighter.

Percy saw this and decided he couldn't let Ares get a bigger head than he already had. "Don't get so excited Ares, you are still a dick."

Everyone laughed as the War god went from proud to embarrassed within seconds.

"And then they died."

Hermes and Apollo started laughing loudly, they looked at each other and laughed some more. They gave Percy thumbs up, to show him that they loved his thoughts.

"Didn't you just meet a god, a few minutes ago?" Reyna sighed; she honestly didn't believe how this guy got her to marry him. Though she did believe it was because of his insane good looks, the sense of duty and honor, the leadership he shows. No one could help but fall for him.

"There is really seaweed in there isn't it?" Annabeth teased.

Athena and Hestia smiled as they saw how at ease Percy and his wives were at making fun of each other. It was like they were friends first, then husband and wife. They wanted that kind of relationship with him too. It was funny, up until yesterday, both of them were maiden goddesses, who have never fantasized about marrying someone. And everything changed within the span of 48 hours.

Artemis and Zoe were still saddened to see how Percy would laugh with his wives and friends. Sometimes he would glance at Athena and Hestia smiling, but he wouldn't even look at them. The children were all curled up against the giant hellhound, the redheaded wife of Percy, Rachel had baby Catarina in her arms. They wished they hadn't let their prejudice get in the way of getting happiness.

"Died? No. Did the West die? The gods simply moved, to Germany, to France, to Spain, for a while. Wherever the flame was brightest, the gods were there. They spent several centuries in England. All you need to do is look at the architecture. People do not forget the gods. Every place they've ruled, for the last three thousand years, you can see them in paintings, in statues, on the most important buildings. And yes, Percy, of course they are now in your United States. Look at your symbol, the eagle of Zeus. Look at the statue of Prometheus in Rockefeller Center, the Greek facades of your government buildings in Washington. I defy you to find any American city where the Olympians are not prominently displayed in multiple places. Like it or not — and believe me, plenty of people weren't very fond of Rome, either — America is now the heart of the flame. It is the great power of the West. And so Olympus is here. And we are here."

"That's a lot of information in a very short amount of time," Travis groaned and clutched his head dramatically.

Katie whacked him upside his head, "You already knew this Idiot. Stop acting childishly."

Travis faked being hurt, "I thought you liked me being Childish?"

Katie rolled her eyes and kissed him on the cheek. She wouldn't admit it outright, but she did love it.

Athena who had been observing everything that was being said in the book smiled. Now she understood what the west was, and how the gods followed the flame. Satisfied she leaned back, she looked on to see Percy was staring at her with doe eyes. She blushed from his stare and looked away.

It was all too much, especially the fact that I seemed to be included in Chiron's we, as if I were part of some club.

"Who are you, Chiron? Who . . . who am I?"

"The greatest friend one could ask for," Grover said.

"The greatest partner," "the best husband," "Best dad," Everyone started saying one after another things about Percy.

By the end Percy was a blushing mess, hiding behind Reyna's dark hair. He was embarrassed and wanted to flash away.

Artemis and Zoe looked on to see that Percy was hiding away from the praises. He was unlike anything the males they hated, they wished again that they could take back what they had said to him earlier.

Chiron smiled. He shifted his weight as if he were going to get up out of his wheelchair, but I knew that was impossible. He was paralyzed from the waist down.

"Who are you?" he mused. "Well, that's the question we all want answered, isn't it? But for now, we should get you a bunk in cabin eleven. There will be new friends to meet. And plenty of time for lessons tomorrow. Besides, there will be s'mores at the campfire tonight, and I simply adore chocolate."

"That would be an understatement, Chiron loves chocolate way too much, some might even call it an addiction," Annabeth said smiling, she knew every stash of chocolates Chiron had hidden from the fear of the Hermes cabin. The amount of them was surprising.

Chiron looked at her surprised, what was in that stuff, that caused him to have an addiction. He would have to ask them for some later, to try and find out.

And then he did rise from his wheelchair. But there was something odd about the way he did it. His blanket fell away from his legs, but the legs didn't move. His waist kept getting longer, rising above his belt. At first, I thought he was wearing very long, white velvet underwear,

Every god in the room started laughing, at the image of Chiron in underwear. His pupils snickered silently, not wanting to offend their master.

Chiron glared at Percy, but he was already hidden behind Reyna's hair once again.

but as he kept rising out of the chair, taller than any man, I realized that the velvet underwear wasn't underwear; it was the front of an animal, muscle and sinew under coarse white fur… "What a relief," the centaur said. "I'd been cooped up in there so long, my fetlocks had fallen asleep. Now, come, Percy Jackson. Let's meet the other campers."

Hermes shut the book, "That was a long one," He looked around, "Who's going to read next?"

"Later," Annabeth said, "The father and son are hungry again," She motioned towards Percy and Damon, both of them were looking at her gratefully.

"They just had breakfast?" Athena said.

"Yeah," Annabeth sighed, "It was just the first breakfast." She couldn't believe how much the two of them ate.