The son of Thor

by Darkgamer08

Perseus, better known as Percy, is the last child of Asgard. He is the son of Thor, Norse god of thunder and war, and Sif, the Norse goddess of fertility and family. Seeing that the Norse gods are fading, Thor seeks Odin, the all-father, for a way to protect Percy. Odin cashes in a favour from Poseidon, the Greek god of seas and asks him to adopt Percy as his son. Percy/harem

12. I meet G-man

A/N

Yeah. Um. Sorry for the delay. But what can I say? I had completed 7k words of this chapter when Wattpad immediately shut down. When I tried to login again, all my progress had been erased. So, I had to write it completely again.

So, we have almost reached the 650 follows milestone. Also, we have crossed 450 reviews. Glad to see that this story is getting all this love and having you interested in it. Please keep showering it with love.

Sorry for this edit, but after thinking about it, I have decided that Sally won't be in the pairing. So, I am closing that poll down. The reason is that I don't think that there is any reason or event that can make Percy spend quality time with her. Also it is kind of weird and awkward considering their relationship in !Canon.

Also, I have decided that there will still be 9 members in the harem. I realize that enforcing the fact that Calypso is fixed in the harem was rude of me. So, I am bringing back Nyx in the pairing. Also, the eight will be chosen by you, but the ninth one, that is Calypso, is a fixed. Consider it as a gift I gave myself. Savvy? Comment your views.

Please do understand that having Calypso in the pairing will also give me Titan representation in the pairing. This was something that you guys asked me for. Also, I personally like Percy X Calypso pairing and want to try writing it. So if you like Percy X Calypso, you are in luck. Otherwise, sorry, but bear with me. So I hope you do understand me.

Also, the poll for the pairings will be completed after I release the next chapter. So, please vote fast. Any requests after that won't be entertained.

Now to other matters.

Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. So I got an interesting question from a fellow reader. If Annabeth is not in the main pairing, nor is she gonna be with Luke, who is she gonna be paired with?

First of all, no, she is not going to join the hunt. The reason for this will be shown in the further chapters. So, now I ask you, who do you want her to be with?

I myself have a really great idea about her pairing, but asking for suggestions never hurts, right? So, if you want to see her with someone, please P.M me. No criteria other than the person should be a mortal.

Now to address some reviews from last chapter.

To Callum Runchman : Yepp. Most probably, drama is going to hit it's peak when more members join the harem. Also, I will try to complete the harem as soon as possible without losing it's realistic touch. Thanks for the review.

To Lionking712 : Glad to know that you liked my story so much. I try my best to write as good as possible and it feels nice when your efforts are appreciated. Thanks buddy.

To frankiebayer2002 : Glad to know that you think I am improving. Rest assured I will try to write as good as possible.

To BJack12 : Dude. You do know that any lemons in this story won't be incest as Percy isn't a son of Poseidon. Thor is in no way related to any Greek lady. So, it won't be awkward. (Well, except for how Aphrodite and Piper are there in the harem.) But that's for the future.

To Hellhound monster girl lover : I totally agree with you. Percy needs some titaness in the pairing. So, I have added Calypso. Also the fact that I personally love the Perlypso pairing.

To MooseWithAGoose : Umm. I don't think that's the case. In many stories, Aphrodite has been shown as a level-headed goddess who is more powerful than the other Olympians. Maybe this story will be like those. Or maybe not. Only time will tell.

To Yoshi1911 : Thanks for the news buddy. It actually makes everything easier for me. Percy can just beat Zeus up and force him to dissolve the oath. XD

To Arnav Wadhwa : Trust me. I am not going to put Chaos and the Fates in the story's main plotline till the final war with Chaos' son is gonna start. So you won't get to see all that bullshit. I myself hate that kinda minotaur dung.

To Triainamoon : Hmm. I haven't really planned out the details of the quests, only the brief idea. So, I may or may not have Percy interact with Zoë and Artemis again before the Titans'curse arc starts. Haven't decided yet.

To The God of Perverts : Hmm. I agree that Aphrodite needs a stable relationship. But I can't add every Olympian female to the harem. Sorry 'bout that.

To Secrets : Even though Poseidon is arguably the strongest Olympian, it is in terms of strength and raw power, not cambat prowess. In that, he is never really highlighted in the myths. So, Artemis is arguably the better combatant of the two. And you do not need to apologise for the criticism as it only points out my mistakes and helps me improve. So, thanks for the constructive criticism.

To WadeTheGreat : Yeah. I heard about accounts and stories being deleted. Thanks for informing, though. Worry not, I have backup in the form of Wattpad.

To address some guest reviews. (please give your names as it makes it easier to address your reviews.)

1 : Do remember that Percy is a twelve year old himself. So, he will naturally see twelve year old girls as attractive. So, it ain't weird, mate.

2 : Believe it or not, some myths believe that it was Artemis that killed Otis and Ephialtes when they had trapped Ares. So, it is not the fact that I hate Ares. I just feel that Artemis can easily hand his ass to him on a silver platter.

Now I know that you all are least interested in Percy's school life and want him to get to camp as soon as possible, so I will try to do so in this chapter itself. Hope it fits in the 12k words I am giving this chapter.

Also, great to see that you guys gave a great response to the new poll. But come on guys, the readers on are commenting and responding a lot more than you are. Please comment and vote, for me.

Onward with the story.

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Last time:

She still seemed angry. Speaking up, she said, "I had thought that he is not like other males, but here he is, lusting after us both. I knew he would be like those other disgusting pigs."

Countering her argument, I spoke, "Oh really. Well, if a person lives with thirty exceptionally good looking females for a whole month and still doesn't make a move on them, that does make him disgusting, right?" Gods help me. Percy's sass is really, really affecting me.

She seemed to consider this for a second. Finally, she conceded. But still, she had to argue on the solution.

"I will not be in a polygamous relationship. It is insulting and against what I stand for." She spoke with finality.

To this, I gave her a simple reply. "This is not your heart speaking. It is just your paranoid mind. Ask yourself, is your view of right and wrong more important than being with the person you have feelings for. Also, this isn't even his idea. I suggested this so that you wouldn't have to compromise with your feelings. So, think about this and answer me."

Shrinking down into her seat, she gave out a long sigh of frustration and scrunched up her eyebrows, signalling that she was deep in thought.

The next ten minutes were spent like this. With her still thinking and me fiddling with the throwing knife that Percy gifted me.

Finally, after what felt like eternity but was actually fifteen minutes, she let out another heavy breath.

Sitting up straight, she spoke, "I have made my decision."

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Present time:

Percy POV:

Sounds of knocking on my door acted as an alarm for me to wake up. Groaning loudly, I got to my feet and trudged towards the door to my dorm room. Opening the door, I came face to face with Mr. Turner, the bald principal of the 'prestigious school' I was going to attend.

"Ahh. Mr. Jackson. Good morning. I just visited to inform you that you start your school from today. I hope you enjoy your time in this school."

I didn't respond, because I was stumped at his very first words. Had he called me Mr. Jackson?

What the fuck dude? Being the son of the king and queen of the seas, I naturally didn't have a last name. I was simply Perseus, or Prince Perseus in Atlantis.

That's when the second most annoying voice I know spoke into my mind. "Heh. That would be my doing. You know you need a last name to be admitted in the school, right? So, I picked a random surname and lo - you are now Perseus Jackson, son of Mrs. Jackson, a billionaire."

I groaned inwardly. Sometimes I could swear that Triton literally had only one brain cell present in his godly nervous system.

The bald dude cleared his throat, trying to gain my attention. Shaking my head, I put on a fake smile and spoke, "Of course, Mr. Turner. I really hope I like this school. You know, maybe if I like it here, I might ask my father to make some donations."

Now I was just bluffing, but either the man wasn't the sharpest crayon in the box or I am a very good actor, because he immediately brightened up and got an excited glimmer in his eyes.

"I must get going now, Mr. Jackson. I hope you won't be late on your very first day here." Saying so, he turned around to leave. As he moved down the corridor, I could hear him mutter something about a trip to Bangkok with his bonus.

Sighing, I rubbed my temples before closing the door shut. Walking back to my nightstand, I checked the time to see that I still had an hour and half till breakfast. So, I decided to stretch my body. Performing a couple of warmup exercises, I then dropped to the floor and started my daily two hundred push-ups.

Apparently, my ichthyocentaur teacher Bythos didn't quite understand the amount of workout a twelve year old should perform. But I wasn't complaining. It just benefited me in the end.

After I was done with my morning workout, i saw that I still had fifteen minutes left. Brushing my teeth and taking a shower, I walked towards my baggage and pulled out a sea-green t-shirt and black jeans. Below them, I wore a pair of white converse. I knew that trying to brush my hair was futile as they were even messier than my room back in dad's palace in Atlantis.

With five minutes to breakfast, I walked out of my room and locked it. Moving towards the dining hall, I passed by many fellow students and some teachers.

The moment I entered the cafeteria, all eyes were on me. To be honest, I was not at all bothered or even nervous due to this. I was used to being the centre of attraction, what with being the prince of the seas.

But the way some of the girls stared at me made my senses scream at me to stay as far away from them as possible.

Ignoring the looks that all these people were giving me, I walked straight to the buffet and got some pancakes and orange juice. Looking around, I saw that the kids in the hall were sitting in groups like we see in movies.

One table was occupied by the jocks and other popular kids. Another table was being used by the nerds who were busy sticking their faces into their books, their food long since forgotten as they tried to complete their homework.

The girls who were eyeing me shamelessly were

sitting on one table. One of them saw me looking in their direction and waved me over with a flirtatious smile on her face. She was cute, but nothing compared to Zoë and Artemis.

So, I smiled back but politely declined the offer. I did so as politely as I could, because my mother had always taught me to treat ladies with respect and never hurt them without a good reason.

Deciding that I needed some time alone, I walked towards the only empty table and set my tray on the table. As soon as I sat down, sharp gasps were heard across the hall.

These gasps turned into hushed whispers. Confused, I turned around to see that all eyes were on me. People were looking at me with horrified expressions on their faces as they pointed at me and whispered to each other.

Annoyed by this, I raised my eyebrows and snapped at them, saying, "What? Never seen a guy sitting alone to eat breakfast?"

While some of them immediately turned their heads around, most of them were still looking at me with those horrified expressions, which by now I was seriously starting to get annoyed by.

Finally, after two minutes, the girl who had earlier tried to invite me to her table got up and walked to my table. Once she reached me, she gave me a troubled, but polite smile.

"Umm. The reason these people are looking at you like you have just dropped from outer space is because the table you are sitting on is occupied by Matt Sloan and his bunch of goons. I would advice you to get up and sit on another table. You can join me if you want."

Confused, I asked, "When I walked in, this table was empty. Although your invitation is appreciated, I would like to sit here and eat my breakfast. Also, who the hell even is this Matt Sloan?"

She sighed sadly like she already knew I was gonna deny her offer. She then spoke while rubbing her forehead, "Matt Sloan is the son of a successful local businessman. Also, he is the school bully and has a bunch of jock goons that bully other kids."

Oh. So this was one of those spoilt kids that had absolutely no value for money and upon that, he was a bully. Hmm. Looks like somebody needs to be brought on the proper line.

I turned towards the girl and gave her a smile and nod. Once she got it clear that I wasn't going to move however much she tried, she groaned and walked back to her table.

After a few moments, the cafeteria again plunged into pin drop silence as a group of five people entered the room. From the look of it, I could tell that the scrawny guy walking in the centre was the leader of the group. The guy had a deep scowl etched on his face when he saw me sitting on what was 'his' table.

With him were four jocks who actually did impress me a little. They did have good muscles for twelve year olds. The group of five idiots was glaring at me. Ignoring the weak mortal idiots, I went back to eating my pancakes.

This seemed to anger the idiots even more. After glaring at me for another two minutes, they started to march towards me. The bullies were even cracking their knuckles in order to intimidate me.

I scoffed internally at their pathetic efforts to scare me. Once they reached my table, the leader, who I am willing to bet a hundred drachmas was the one named Matt Sloan, sneered, "Hey runt, get your sorry butt off our table before you regret it."

Ignoring his petty threat, I continued eating the pancakes in front of me. Frustration growing by the second, he barked out, "Didn't you hear what I said, newbie? Get the hell out of here before my friends beat the crap out of you."

This time, I turned towards him and innocently aksed him, "Oh. Could you please get me a refill of orange juice?" I pushed my empty glass towards him.

I swear I saw a vein pop on his forehead. This time, he banged his fist on the table and practically screamed out, "What the hell? Are you an idiot? Or do you think you are too smart? Well lets see if you still think so after me and my friends beat the living crap out of you."

Having had enough of his shit, I narrowed my eyes and glared back at him with barely concealed rage. I spoke in an extremely cold voice, "Listen here you little shit. I have not actually had the greatest morning today and all you are doing is making it worse. Before I blow up on you, take your pesky sidekicks and climb back into whatever hole you came out of. If you don't, you will be sorry you ever met me, understand?"

You could practically see the fear that crawled upon his and the other's faces as I spoke this. He was frozen on his spot for a few moments before he gathered up enough courage to speak, "L..like I am s..s..scared of you, runt. Now get lost before we really beat you up."

This kid was really getting onto my bad side. Just when I was contemplating about whether I should just punch him or give him a grand ass-whooping, the bell signalling the start of school was heard.

The kid sighed in what I deciphered as relief before scowling at me and speaking, "You are lucky that we have to go. Next time, you won't be so lucky." Then he turned around and started marching towards the exit. His sidekicks followed him like mice behind the pied piper.

Giving out a snort of disbelief at the kid's arrogance and cockiness, I got up and picked my plate. As I was walking to the exit, the same girl from before walked towards me and spoke, "Whoa. That was totally awesome. I swear I have never seen Sloan so scared in like, ever."

Glancing at her, I shrugged and spoke, "That shitty tadpole deserved it. He basically asked for it. He is lucky that I refrained myself from beating the shot out of him."

She snickered at my choice of words towards the class bully. Extending her hand in a handshake motion, she spoke, "By the way, I am Nancy Bobofit. What's your name?"

Shaking the offered hand, I gave her a small smile and spoke, "I am Perseus, Perseus Jackson."

"No way. Are you really Perseus Jackson, the new kid Mr. Turner couldn't stop speaking about?" She asked with what I could decipher was interest and curiosity.

Nodding in her direction, I replied, "Yeah. I am him. Why do you seem so surprised?" The last part was addressed to her as a question with raised eyebrows.

She seemed to be taken aback for a moment, not able to respond. Then she spoke, "Well, I hadn't really expected you to be so..."

She trailed off at the end and her face had twisted into a weird expression, almost like she was embarrassed or flustered. Man, were girls hard to understand?

"So... What?" I asked, perplexed at her weird reaction.

Taking a deep breath to compose herself, she spoke, "Well, I had expected that you would be another stuck up no-good rich brat like Matt Sloan. But glad to see that you aren't a bit like that dumb mutt."

Chuckling, I replied, "Yeah. Even I am glad that I am not one bit like him. Speaking of him what actually is the kid's problem? He acts like he's got a stick up his ass."

Matt Sloan had received a free pass into my blacklist right after Zeus and Heracles. That kid better stay away from me if he doesn't want to end up with a few broken bones.

Nancy shrugged her shoulder and spoke, "Just because his father is a rich entrepreneur and is a trustee in this school, he thinks that he is more important than the others and bullies other students. Even the teachers don't reprimand him for his misbehaving."

Groaning loudly, I replied, "Wow. Just what I needed. A rich stuck up brat who thinks he owns everything."

Laughing loudly, we noticed that we had reached homeroom. Getting in, I walked right to the very back of the room and took the corner seat. I had literally no interest in learning about things that I had already learned with Aphros.

Plopping my bag down on the floor, I took the seat and gazed around the class. So far, I hadn't seen any mythological beast, no monster or satyr.

I just hope that whoever Hestia is going to send to pick me up arrives fast. I do not want to be in this school for any more time than absolutely required.

After a few moments, the class had been filled up with students. The teenagers were huddled up in groups, chatting aimlessly about Hades knows what. Meanwhile I was busy making animal shapes with the small amount of water that had 'accidentally' fallen on my desk.

The door to the classroom opened and in stepped medium aged man with blonde hair and brown eyes. He set his books on the table and turned to the class. The students had by now taken their seats.

With a small, almost strained smile on his face, he spoke, "Hello students, my name is Mr. Kerr and I will be your class teacher and will teach you Greek history."

Without even taking our introductions, he started teaching his subject. Groaning internally, I put my head down on the desk and tried to fall asleep. Before I knew it, I had slipped into a not-so-comfortable nap.

When I woke up, it was already time for the lesson to end. As soon as the bell was heard, I literally jumped out of my seat and headed to the place they call the locker room.

Once there, I looked around to make sure no one was around before willing the water from the tap to flow over to me and splash on my face. Fully refreshed, I walked out to the corridors and in the direction for my next class.

This was all I did for the rest of the day for all my classes.

The only eventful thing that happened to me all day was when after school ended, I was walking back to my dorm. There were many students around me, all of them moving towards the dorm.

That is when I was suddenly cornered by the snobby little shit known as Matt Sloan and his buddies.

Sloan had a sinister grin painted on his ugly face while the four jocks that were his 'buddies' were cracking their knuckles. Seriously, who gave these kids the idea that cracking your knuckles makes you intimidating? Huh. Whatever.

Not even paying the slightest attention to these wannabe bullies, I started to move towards my dorm, walking casually with my hands in my pockets, whistling the tune to 'Under the sea'.

This seemed to irritate Sloan as he was the one to open his mouth. "Where do you think you are going, punk?"

Glancing at him lazily, I spoke, "I am going to my dorm, shithead. Speak fast if you want to say something, otherwise get lost. I need my sleep right now."

Sloan bristled in anger and looked about ready to pounce on me to rain punches on me, but wisely refrained from doing so. This was because I was easily taller than most kids in the seventh grade. My height of 5'5 towered Sloan's 5 feet. Also, the training that I did showed off the muscle traces on my arms.

Letting an evil smirk pass through his face, Sloan sneered, "Get the punk."

One of the four bullies moved towards me with his fist raised in a punching motion.

He threw a sloppy right hook at my face, which I dodged by tilting my head.

In a flash, I caught his fist and twisted it painfully behind his back. The idiot still tried to fight back and shake his hand free of my grip, but a little more twisting from my side and he was reduced to a whimpering mess.

Raising my hand, I smacked him upside the head, eliciting a painful and pitiful Yelp from the boy. Finally, when he was literally begging for me to release him, I let go of his hand and kicked him square on the butt, sending him tumbling forward and falling face first on the ground.

Seeing this, the other three boys seemed reluctant to approach me, but finally built up the courage and moved towards me together.

It was three jocks versus me. Without wasting time, I dodged the punch that the first one sent at me before moving to the side and tripping him. The idiot was sent stumbling, and he crashed against a wall and fell to his butt.

The next fool tried to kick me in the balls. A cheap move. Getting angry, I caught his foot and roughly pushed it away. As he tried to regain his balance, I sent a right hook that connected perfectly with his cheek and caused him to spit out blood.

Fortunately for him, I had only put in about one sixth of my strength in the punch. So, he didn't loose any teeth. But the punch was still enough to send him to the ground, groaning weakly in pain.

The last jock must have been the dumbest out of the four, because he charged at me even after seeing how I sent three of his friends to the ground without even trying hard.

Sighing loudly, I raised my foot at the last moment as it connected to his jaw. The boy literally flew a few feet backwards before falling to the ground, immediately slipping into unconsciousness.

Once I was done, I looked around to see the other students standing in the hallway in awed silence. Some even had their jaws hanging in shock and awe. Girls were openly giving me flirtatious smiles which I again ignored.

Finally turning to the man, or rather punk in question, I found him standing on shaky feet, nervousness oozing out of him like the stink of a skunk.

Deciding to exploit some fun out of this, I narrowed my eyes at him and gave him one of my worst glares. Now he looked absolutely terrified and on the verge of pissing his pants.

Walking up to him, I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer to me. Lifting him up so that he was on the same height as me, I stared right into his eyes and spoke, "Listen here, Sloan. You think that just because you are the son of a rich kid and have this bunch of goons to do your bidding, that you are someone special and the other should be afraid of you. But heed this warning. If I see you, or even if I hear that you tried to bully some kid, it won't end well for you. This I promise upon my father's name. And believe me, I never make fake promises."

Lowering my voice to a whisper, I scowled, "Understood?"

His only answer was the frantic nodding that he gave. Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic.

Letting go of his collar, I nodded stiffly and turned around. That is when I noticed that the other students in the hallway had stopped and were spectating this event.

Annoyed by this, I snapped at them, "What? Never seen a fight?"

This snapped them out of their stupor and they quickly scattered away.

Satisfied, I picked my bag up and started moving to my dorm.

Timeskip

A week later

Percy POV

'Knock'. Another dart hit the board smack in the centre.

Now I was seriously getting frustrated.

The reason - Hestia still hadn't sent the satyr that was supposed to act as my 'protector' and escort me to camp.

I had tried to contact Hestia via Iris Message, but she was always busy, unable to pick up.

In the past few days, I had even spoken to Chloe about once a day. The only awkward moment was when I Iris Messaged the hunt and the first hunter to appear before the screen was Zoë.

We both were so embarrassed and flustered that we weren't even able to form coherent words. Luckily, Chloe had appeared on screen and saved us from complete and utter embarrassment in front of the hunters.

But back to the main topic, Hestia still hadn't sent the satyr here and I was getting bored staying here. First of all, all my teachers disliked me because I always slept in each and every lesson.

I had no real friends. The closest person to a friend was Nancy, but she could still be counted more as an acquaintance than a friend.

As I picked up another dart to throw at the board, I heard some commotion from outside. Getting to my feet, I trudged to the door to my dorm room and opened it.

Opening the door, I groaned loudly. The reason being that the first person I saw after peeking out was easily the person I disliked the most. Matt 'Asshole' Sloan.

He was standing in the hallway with about six of his lackeys. They had cornered a boy and were bullying him around. I couldn't exactly see the boy, but the glimpses that I got confirmed it that he was new.

Sighing, I closed the door to my room and walked towards the group. Seeing me walk towards the group, many onlookers quickly pulled out phones and cameras, hoping to get a recording of the fight scene.

The bullies didn't notice me as I neared the group. When I was about ten feet away from them, I stopped walking and raised my hand to my mouth. Then I gave out a loud fake cough and cleared my throat. This seemed to get their attention.

The bullies and Sloan whipped their heads in my direction, annoyance plastered on their face as they turned to see who was it that had interrupted them. This annoyance quickly turned to apprehension when they saw it was me.

Staring at me for a few moments, Sloan started to back away behind his lackeys.

One of the lackeys, the same one I had knocked out last time, turned around and ran away. Definitely, he was the smartest of the group. The other six idiots kept staring at me for a few moments.

Moving my gaze from them to the new kid, I saw that he was wearing a Rasta cap on his head. He had small traces of facial hair, that made me doubt whether he really was a twelve year old boy.

But the most important thing was that the dude was standing with the help of crutches. I started to walk towards the kid. As I came closer, the others parted the way so that I could pass through.

Reaching him, I immediately got a nauseatic feeling of forests and goats. Immediately, I knew that this boy was a satyr that Hestia had sent. That perfectly explained the Rasta cap and crutches.

Placing my hand on his shoulder, I nodded to him and motioned for him to follow me. He nodded slowly and followed me to my dorm. Before we reached there, an annoying shrill voice screamed out, "Where do you think you are taking him, Jackson? We were busy with him."

Turning around, I looked Sloan in the eyes and spoke, "Just a minute, Sloan. Let me just make him comfortable, then I will answer all your questions."

Not waiting for his response, I turned to the satyr and spoke, "Hey. Welcome to Yancy academy. Do not worry about this little shits . I will make sure they do not trouble you again. Wait a few minutes and I will catch up with you."

The goat man nodded hesitantly. Giving him a comforting smile, I turned back to the Sox idiots.

With a deadpan look on my face, I spoke, "You know that even you six together aren't a match for me. Now the decision is yours, either apologize to the new kid and I let this slide, or stay stubborn like this and I give you a spectacular ass-whooping."

One of them seemed to consider the first option, before Matt Sloan sneered at me saying, "As of we are afraid of you, punk. You just got lucky that day. Today, we will beat you up and teach you some respect."

I face palmed at the level of his stupidity. Did he really think he could beat me up? After the ass-kicking I gave them just a week ago? Did this kid have even one brain cell?

Sighing in mock pity, I raised my hand and motioned for him to approach me. Two of the lackeys charged at me simultaneously. One of them tried to kick me in the stomach while the other sent a haymaker to my face.

Dropping to a crouch, I grabbed the leg of the one who had tried to kick me. Using m a small portion of my physical strength, I twisted his foot and threw him away. He landed five feet away, head-first on the ground.

Before the other kid could pull back, I grabbed his legs and tossed him backwards. He ended up similar to his friend.

Next came the three other idiots. Wanting to end this quickly, I charged at them equally fast. Reaching them, I whipped out a sucker punch to one of the losers. He was sent tumbling backwards and fell to the ground, clutching his bleeding nose.

One of the two remaining losers sent a punch at me while the other tried to run behind me and attack my back. Raising my hand, I used it to push his hand and deviate it such that his punch hit his friend.

The guy who was hit was sent crashing into the wall beside us, where he slumped to the ground. Now I raised my other hand and punched the remaining idiot right in the gut.

He fell to the ground, clutching his stomach and groaning out obscenities. Hmm. And I thought that it was only me who had a colourful mouth for a twelve year old.

Now that the lackeys were taken care of, I turned to their 'brave' boss who was cowardly hiding behind a girl. The girl saw me approaching and immediately moved away from him, flashing him a look of disgust.

Reaching Sloan, I shook my head in disappointment and gave out an exaggerated sigh of exasperation.

"You never learn, do you?" I asked him with the tone that a parent uses on his child when he wants to emotionally blackmail his child.

He was again fiddling with his fingers in nervousness.

Getting the fact that he wasn't going to talk, I just raised my hand and punched him in the face. The punch wasn't even that powerful. But it still broke his nose and he went down, clutching his bleeding nose and whimpering in pain.

Shaking my head in annoyance, I turned around and walked back to the satyr. Reaching him, I spoke, "Sorry about that. But Sloan needs to be put in his place every now and then."

He nodded slightly, but I could tell that he wasn't even paying attention. He seemed to be interested in the tin can lying on the floor beside us. Oh yeah. Satyrs love eating those.

Picking it up, I held it to him. "You seem to be interested in this, buddy." He flushed in embarrassment, but took the can anyway.

Holding out my hand, I spoke, "I am Percy, Percy Jackson. Nice to meet you."

He fumbled around a bit, but extended his hand and shook it with mine. "I am Grover Underwood. New admission." He said.

Nodding, I patted his back and spoke, "Hope you like school, Grover. If you need anything, come to me."

He nodded and started to pick his stuff up. Just for a joke, I asked Ikol to release my complete aura for a few seconds.

As my aura flowed out like water in a stream, Grover stiffened in surprise at the excessively strong aura that he sensed.

Immediately, I cut off the aura flow and looked back at him. His face was extremely funny, like he was having constipation.

"Anything wrong, buddy?" I asked innocently.

He stuttered some incoherent sentences out, before composing himself and squeaking out, "Yeah. Uh. Everything is fine. Just need a little rest."

He seemed to have concluded that he had imagined the aura, but still had some apprehension on his face.

Leaving him there, I opened the door to my room and got in.

The next few days were uneventful. I got to know Grover and told him about him. Obviously not the truth. I told him about how I had ADHD. Moreover, I told him a fake story about how I lived with just my mother and hadn't known my father since I was born.

I did all I could to somehow hint it to him that I am a demigod without telling him directly. But dam, was that goat oblivious?

It was about three days later that something interesting happened. The mic announced in the homeroom that Mr. Kerr would not be able to attend school for a few months due to health issues and that we were going to have a new teacher for Greek history.

I was fairly sure that this had something to do with the interruption of mythological deities.

The doors to the class room opened and in stepped an old lady with a sneer plastered on her face.

Imagine having a grandma that is always smiling, getting you out of trouble from your parents and also hands you money when no one is looking.

Yeah. This lady was the exact opposite. She gazed around the class with utter contempt, as if she would rather be anywhere other than here.

When her eyes met mine, she froze and narrowed her eyes at me. I met her intense scorching gaze with an utterly nonchalant expression of my own.

This seemed to annoy her highly, but she let it slide and took a deep breath. I could tell that she was a monster in disguise. But, I didn't get the actual feel of her being an untamed monster from her. She seemed to have the aura of a god attached to her.

Also, she radiated a feeling of death and unyielding torture.

I had a crude guess about her identity, but I couldn't be exactly sure. But the fact that I was sure of was that she was not a mortal.

Grover seemed to have recognized her too, as he paled at the mere sight of her. I knew that Grover wasn't really a brave dude, but it took a lot more than something like creepy old ladies to scare him.

When the old lady met his gaze, she seemed to have sensed his fear, as she gave him the creepiest smirk that she could muster up.

I was sure that Grover would faint out of fright if she scared him even more.

But luckily for him, the old hag turned around and placed her books on the table. Turning back to the class, she spoke in a screechy voice, "Hello students. My name is Mrs. Dodds. I will be replacing Mr. Kerr as he is on a medical leave right now. So, I will hence forth be teaching you Greek history."

For the sake of formality, she asked the students for their introductions. But I am willing to bet my left hand that she didn't even pay attention to any child as her eyes were constantly narrowed at me.

To my credit, I managed to avoid any eye contact with the creepy old lady and acted as nonchalant as I could. But, as time passed, I was starting to get nervous. And the lady sure did know how to glare.

When the introductions were finally over, she broke eye contact with me and gazed at the class. "So children, today we are going to speak about one of the three main divine kingdoms of ancient Greece. This was the underworld, which was sometimes also referred to as Erebos or Hades."

Now Grover literally looked on the verge of having a heart attack.

Also, this confirmed my guess about the old hag's identity. Hades must have sensed my demigod aura for him to send one of his main enforcers to confront me. But the question was, what did he want from me?

He must have known that I was a demigod, but there is literally no way for any god, even one as strong as the likes of Hades, to recognize a demigod's parentage just by his aura. Only the parent of the demigod knew about the child's parentage.

So, what did Hades want from me?

When the lesson ended, Grover was the first one to get up and usher me out of the room. Yeah. I had heard that satyrs were extremely afraid of the underworld. Poor goat boy.

Following him, I reached his dorm room where he told me that he had some important work to do. I nodded and he went inside his washroom.

Immediately, I heard him start an iris message inside. Wanting to check it out, I spread out my senses to the inside of his washroom. Using my control over water, I tried to sense the voices from the iris message.

It was not easy at all, but wasn't even that hard for me. Triton has taught me this trick a few years ago. Sound always needed a medium to travel in. On iris messages, sound used the water as medium for travelling. So, I just had to sense the vibrations in the water to decipher the sound.

Back to the iris Message, I heard Grover speak, "O Iris, goddess of the rainbow, please show me Chiron in Camp Half-blood."

Oh. So he was contacting Chiron. A small smile made it's way onto my face as I judged the situation. I was lucky that Hades had sent a kindly-one to my school behind me.

This had scared Grover shitless and he knew the gravity of the situation now. So, he had contacted Chiron. Now the only deciding factor about my stay at the school was Chiron's reply.

Back to the conversation, I could feel Chiron appearing on the screen. "Ah. Grover my boy. Nice to see you. How is it going? Did you find the demigod that you sensed in the school?"

Grover took a little time before replying, "Yes Chiron. I found the demigod. His name is Perseus Jackson. Godly parent is a male."

Chiron let out a small chuckle. "Ah. So a demigod named after the first demigod son of Zeus to kill Medusa? Interesting. But my boy, you look really worried. What is the matter?"

Grover spoke in a more frantic voice, "The Lord of the Underworld has sent one of the kindly-ones behind the boy. I think that the god down below believes that Perseus has stolen the bolt. The school is not at all safe for him now, Chiron. What should I do now?"

Chiron took a few moments to contemplate the situation before he spoke, "Hmm. That indeed is troubling. The Lord of the Underworld never usually sends one of his main enforcers to do his biddings, unless it is a matter of extreme importance. He didn't even send the furies when he was hunting Thalia, and she was the daughter of the king of Olympus."

Thalia? Huh. Dad never really mentioned someone by that name. Although he had mentioned that Zeus had broken the oath that he and his brothers had made.

Maybe this Thalia was the result of the broken oath.

No wonder Hades had tried to hunt her down.

Chiron further spoke after a few more minutes of silence, "Keep him safe for now. As away from the kindly-one as possible. Today is Thursday. I want you to bring him to camp on Saturday. The sooner you reach here, the better."

Grover seemed to agree with Chiron's solution. He swiped across the iris message, ending it.

But I wasn't even one bit satisfied. What idiocy was this? Why couldn't we just go to camp today? Why wasn't anyone in the whole Greek world reasonable? Stupid bunch of idiots. Wait a second. That includes me.

See? Stupid, stupid bunch of idiots.

I moved away from the washroom door and sat down on his bed as he came out of the washroom.

Seeing me sitting there, he flashed a small, nervous smile at me. For my part, I returned a look of complete innocence and boredom.

The rest of the day was spent similar to every other day, with Grover grumbling about wildlife and cheese enchiladas.

The next day, as we were moving out of Mrs. Dodds' class, I saw a tendril of shadows clutch the leg of the boy who was standing in front of me. The boy fell down to the floor and glared at me. Mrs. Dodds saw this and she stepped in front of me and spoke, "Mr. Jackson, I saw what you just did .I would like to speak with you for a few moments. Stay back after the class."

Grover tried to interfere, saying, "No. Mrs. Dodds. It wasn't Percy. It was me who tripped Mike here. Percy didn't do it."

Mrs. Dodds glared at Grover, saying, "Do not try to cover for your friend, saty... Mr. Underwood. I saw with my own eyes that it was Mr. Jackson here who tripped Mike Hannigan (A/N Mike Hannigan. Hehe. Get it?) here. Now move along."

Not even fazed by the kindly-one, I put a hand on Grover's shoulder and gave it a small, reassuring squeeze. I nodded at him and motioned for him to follow the teacher's order and not cause further problems. While I was happy that he tried to defend me and put the blame on himself, I couldn't let him face the fury alone.

Also, after facing the Leviathan and an angry goddess of the hunt, a fury wasn't even enough to make me blink my eye. Please do not tell Artemis I said this, but she is really, really scary and unreasonable when she is angry.

Anyway, as the classroom cleared out, only the old hag and I were left standing in the room. The old lady was standing quietly with a scowl etched on her wrinkly old face while I stood across from her, my bag pack slung across a shoulder and my other hand resting in my pocket, the thumb of my palm effectively placed on riptide's cap, incase the kindly-one tried to attack me out of the blue.

"So, Mrs. Dodds. I know that you are not here for teaching students. I also know that you aren't an ordinary mortal and rather have been sent here by the Lord of the Underworld. So, which one of the three torturers of Hades are you? And what do you want from me?" I asked with a perfect poker face masking my emotions. I knew that one of us was not going to make out of this room alive. I was also confident that the person wouldn't be me.

Also, even if I was confirming it that I knew about the Greek world, she wouldn't live long enough to tell Hades. Nor would she reform fast enough before I got my quest. Also, I wasn't going to tell her my heritage. Only that I knew about the existence of the Greek world. I knew it was risky, but I needed to know why Hades had sent her here behind me.

The kindly-one seemed to be taken aback by the fact that I knew who she was. She took a few steps back in shock before finally gaining back her composure and speaking, "Oh. Oh. So you do know about your demigod heritage. That's weird. Never really happens. Must be the reason your scent is stronger than other demigods your age.

Well, for your first question, I am Alecto, the eldest of the three furies of the underworld. You should be honoured, demigod at the fact that my Lord Hades considered you worthy enough for him to send me for confronting you."

Confronting me? What did she mean when she said that Hades wants to confront me? He surely didn't think that I knew about the bolt, right? That wasn't even reasonable. But eh. When were the Greek gods ever reasonable?

"I would say that it is a pleasure to meet you, had the circumstances of our meeting been more comfortable and kind. But judging by the way you say that the Lord of the Underworld wants to confront me, I don't think that we are going to have a cup of coffee, right?" I asked in mock disappointment.

She snarled at me and bared her teeth. "We can either do this the easy way, where you quietly hand the bolt over to me and I let you go in peace, or the hard way, where you make more such smart-ass comments and I rip you into tiny, tiny shreds. Then I take the bolt from you. So what will it be, Perseus Jackson?"

Still not even slightly nervous by her threat, I shrugged my shoulders and spoke, "Well, you can try either way, but let me tell you this, I do not possess the stupid, shiny firecracker that the king of Olympus uses, nor do I know about it's whereabouts. So, you are just wasting your time, Alecto."

Snarling even more than before, she shrieked in a shrill voice that had my eardrums begging me to curl up and die,

"You lie, demigod. I know that you have been used by your parent to steal the bolt for them. Hand the bolt over peacefully and I might still let you leave."

Now I was pissed. Why the hell would I even lie about this? I didn't give two fucks about king thunder pants and his cylindrical firecracker.

Narrowing my eyes at her, I spoke, "You think that just because you are an enforcer of the Lord of Erebos, that you scare me? Listen well, Alecto. I have seen and slain a beast so powerful that even your master fears it. You do not faze me in the slightest. But if you still want to try your luck, you are openly welcome to do so. As it is, I have not killed a monster since two whole weeks."

Throwing my bag pack to the ground beside me, I raised my hand and waved her over tauntingly. As expected, the monster's ego was severely hurt by a mere demigod speaking to her like this.

She shrieked again, even shriller and louder than before. Her form flickered for a second before two wings suddenly erupted from the back of her dress. Her face started to change rapidly before it turned into what could be described as something that could give even grown-ups nightmares.

Her nails grew into sharp claws and her feet became sharp talons. She held a whip made of fire in her hand. Without wasting a moment, she screamed, "Die, Perseus Jackson." And charged me as fast as she could.

Faster than I had ever done before, I pulled out my pen/ sword and uncapped it. The scene that followed was extremely cliché as the sword slowly elongated to it's full height while I was swinging it.

The deadly arc of celestial bronze passed straight through her right wing, effectively slicing through it like knife in butter. Her right wing was cut off entirely as she pummeled to the ground. She gave out a loud shriek of absolute pain and hatred directed towards me.

"Hope you enjoy Tartarus, Alecto. Even if you don't, eh. That's your bad. Anyway, happy journey." I spoke mockingly, before plunging riptide straight into her head. Alecto gave another shriek of pain before she crumbled into golden dust.

The next moment, I felt someone approaching the room. Knowing that it was definitely Grover, I immediately lifted my sword and cut it across my cheek and hand.

I did need some proof that Mrs. Dodds had tried to harm me. Grover would surely get suspicious of he saw me unscathed standing over golden dust with a Greek xiphos in my hand.

As Grover entered the class, I fell to my knees and let Riptide fall out of my hands, falling to the floor. Putting on an expression of absolute shock and horror, I turned to him and stuttered out, "Mrs. Dodds... bolt... mmm..mo..monster...pen turned into sword...burst in...into g..g.. golden dust."

Grover realized the situation that Mrs. Dodds had tried to attack me and had almost succeeded in killing me, but I managed to kill her and save myself.

His relief over the fact that I was safe and alive made him overlook the fact about how I got the sword. Thank Poseidon. That would have been hard to explain.

Wait. Poseidon. I could always tell that it was a gift from my dad, who had wrote a letter to me instructing me to use the pen only when I was in a life-death situation.

My acting must have been really good, because Grover didn't doubt or suspect anything. Instead, he gave out a nervous bleat and trotted up to me.

"What the hell happened here? Are you fine? How did you get all these scratches?" He asked me in a curious, frantic tone.

"It's Mrs. Dodds. First she asked me something about a bolt, then when j told her that I didn't know what she was talking about, she turned into a monster and attacked me. Fortunately, I was able to use this sword that my father had sent for me when I was five years old and kill her. She turned into golden dust. But she was able to scratch me." I spoke out with as much shock and fear as I could lace into my words.

Grover seemed to buy this story and immediately started to mumble things in Ancient Greek. "άγιος Zēûs. Αυτό είναι κακό. αυτό είναι πραγματικά, πολύ κακό. πρέπει να σας οδηγήσουμε στο στρατόπεδο το συντομότερο δυνατό."

(Holy Zeus. This is bad. This is really, really bad. We need to get you to camp as soon as possible.)

Trying to act confused, I asked, "What the hell are you mumbling, G-man? It sounds to me like gibberish."

Grover cursed himself, saying vlacas.

Then he looked me in the eyes and spoke, "Hey Perce. We need to get to camp. Don't question any more. I will explain everything once we get in a cab. Trust me. Your life is danger and we need to get you to a safe place."

Showing some reluctance, I finally caved in after he practically begged me to trust me. Running to my dorm room, I packed my bag with my three shirts and two pairs of jeans. Filling in my tooth brush, I joined Grover back in the hallway.

We ran outside and Grover called for a cab.

As we climbed in, it was already getting dark.

Grover ordered the cab driver, "Long island. Half-blood hill."

The cab driver nodded and sped off towards the given address. By the time we had covered about three fourth the distance, it was getting really dark.

When we were almost there, just one mile away from Half-blood hill, the cab hit something and was sent flying.

As we crashed down, I knew that the driver was dead on the spot. The only reason I was alive was because of my body's better endurance and the fact that I had managed to use my bag to lessen the impact.

Grover had been knocked out cold. Desperate to wake him up, I slapped him as hard as I could. His eyes snapped open as a shriek escaped his lips. Shaking him roughly, I spoke, "Come on G-man. We need to get going. I can feel something approaching us. Don't ask what. I can just feel it."

Grover closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The next moment, his eyes opened and widened dramatically as he blurted out, "We are so fucked. It is the son of Pasiphaë. We need to run, now."

Wiggling our way out of the car, I waited for a moment. When Grover wasn't looking, I placed a drachma on the dead driver's forehead.

It was not supposed to go like this. I should have reached camp safely. But due to a certain god of the Underworld, here we were, one mile away from camp while the Minotaur chased us. Also, a poor mortal had lost his life for no reason other than an angry unreasonable god trying to kill a demigod just for a weapon.

Anger filled me as I looked at the dead mortal. Hades had just officially made it into my shit list. Stupid fucking god of the Underworld.

Turning around, I heard a roar that made me nervous. The reason being that the roar carried power. I knew it was the Minotaur's roar and that it was closing in on us.

An absolute sense of dread filled my heart when I turned my gaze to my friend Grover. He was sitting on the ground, clutching his right leg. The leg itself was bent at a really odd angle and looked extremely painful.

The poor satyr was sitting on the ground, unable to stand up. He was groaning in pain as tears of pain escaped his lips. Watching him made my anger at the Lord of the dead increase ten times more than before.

Steeling my eyes in determination, I walked up to Grover and knelt down. He looked into my eyes barely, as his eyes were watery and were not even able to keep focus on me.

"Percy, you must run. Leave me. I have completed my duty by bringing you to camp. Run straight up that hill and cross the camp's boundary. You will find help. Leave me Percy. I will distract the beast." He was afraid. Heck, he was scared shitless. His eyes showcased his fear. But he was willing to sacrifice himself for me. This determination of his warmed my heart and made a wistful smile creep up onto my face.

"No G-man. We are going to get there. And we are going to get there together. On three, I am going to hoist you on my shoulder, okay? Be prepared." I spoke to him with determination seeping through my words.

His eyes widened dramatically as he tried to protest. "No. My job was to bring you to camp. I have completed my duty. Run Percy. Don't worry about me. Get to safety."

Groaning at his stubbornness, I grabbed him and hoisted him on my shoulder with a grunt from my throat. The goat boy was surely heavy. Result of eating all those tin cans and cheese enchiladas.

Once he was settled properly on my shoulder, I spoke, "Hold tight."

Then I took off towards the hill as fast as I could. Thankfully, Grover was too out of it for him to notice that I was running at impossible speeds. But as fast as I was, six steps of mine were equal to just one step of the son of Pasiphaë's. The next time I heard him roar, he was just a hundred metres behind me.

By the time I had reached the foot of the hill, the Minotaur had covered up on me. Unable to turn around while running, I was blind to any attacks that it could launch.

Before I knew it, I was smacked really hard by the broken branch of a tree. I was sent flying about ten metres to my side. Grover fell off my shoulder on to the ground and gave out a loud shriek of pain.

Spitting out some blood, I tried to sit up, but found out the hard way that two of my ribs had been broken by the impact of the hit that I had just taken.

The Minotaur must have sensed it's victory. Now, it was trudging towards it, almost mockingly slow. Gloating it's victory. It let out an extremely loud bellow from it's mouth.

As I was about to slip into unconsciousness, three familiar faces came into my mind. Zoë, Hestia and Artemis. Just the sight of these three faces sent a jolt of electricity running through my body.

In a burst of supernatural strength, I got to my feet and turned to the half bull, half man. Checking my pocket, I was shocked to feel the absence of my trusty pen. It must have fallen out of my pocket when I was sent flying.

My rings and belt of knives was in my bad which was lying behind the Minotaur.

I did not have any weapons with me. Nor was I in any condition to fight. But I couldn't give up. I needed to get to camp.

Stiffly, I raised my hand and showed the Minotaur a middle-finger. It must have known the meaning of this gesture as it gave an angry roar and charged at me blindly.

Gathering together all of my remaining energy, I pressed my feet down and then launched myself as high as I could. It seemed to work perfectly as I landed on the Minotaur's back as it went charging past the place where I stood just seconds ago.

I grabbed hold of his horns to keep my balance and avoid getting thrown off his back. I doubt I will be able to survive another fall like the one before this.

The Minotaur may be slow, but he had understood by now that I was now sitting on his back. He tried to shake his head in order to throw me off. Kind of a stupid move especially when I was holding his horns.

I used both my hands to pull his horn with as much force as I could. A satisfying 'snap' was resonated as his horn broke off. The pain it caused must have been really high as the Minotaur roared in agony and shook it's head with more force and vigour.

I was honestly surprised that his head didn't come off at the rate he was shaking it. But alas, in my weakened, groggy state, I was not able to keep my grip and was sent tumbling to the ground. I lay there, unable to even get to my feet.

The Minotaur gazed at me with what I saw was utter hatred and bloodlust. He gave out another ear-splitting roar and charged at me.

I don't know from where it originated, but a firm and strong voice spoke into my mind, "Don't give up, my boy. You are my son, son of the warrior whose name still strikes fear into the minds of people even when I have faded. And you, my son are destined to be the same. Show this piece of dung who you are. Come on, my child."

A rush of Adrenaline ran through my veins as I gripped the sharp horn tightly in my hand. As the Minotaur neared me, I rolled to the side and brought my hands up with as much force as I could.

The horn was stabbed all the way into it's chest. In fact, the momentum of my hand was so huge that even a part of my palm went inside the Minotaur's body. I Know that it is probably extremely gross and you all must be throwing up right now, but honestly, I did not care at the time. I was in too much pain and exhaustion to even give a fuck about it.

The Minotaur gave out a confused 'moo' before it felt the pain. It gave out a final loud roar of pure anger and agony before bursting into golden dust.

Beads of sweat and trickles of blood flowed down my face, mixing with each other to cover my whole face. I must have looked like death, what with the disheveled hair and bloody face and hands.

Placing the Minotaur horn in my pocket, I staggered towards my bag and picked it up. Then I walked towards Grover. When I reached him, I didn't even have the energy to pick him up. So, I grabbed the unconscious satyr by his legs, or rather his hooves and started dragging him with me towards the camp.

All the while, the thought that was playing in my mind was, who spoke to me when I was down on the ground?

I was sure that it wasn't Poseidon. Poseidon may have a deep voice, but the voice that spoke to me was a lot stronger and firmer than that of my adoptive father's.

I deduced that it had to be my real father. It was the only explanation. My head had started throbbing due to this pressure. So, I decided to put off this thought for later. Right now, my sole focus was reaching the camp without collapsing.

As I reached halfway uphill, I heard some noises and saw four figures approaching me from above the hill. Despite my condition, I put myself in front of Grover in a defensive position.

As the figures came closer, I saw that one of them was a centaur, with the lower body of a brown stallion. One dude had what looked like eyes all over his body. The other two were demigods.

The male demigod was about eighteen years old, while the female demigod was about a year younger than me.

As the centaur reached us, I relaxed as I recognized Chiron from the pictures that my father had once shown me.

As they reached us, I heard Chiron say, "Quick, Luke and Argus, pick Grover up and carry him to the infirmary. Alert Lee Fletcher and Michael Yew that he needs immediate medical attention."

The male demigod and the huge dude with the eyes took Grover and started carrying him uphill with them.

Chiron immediately turned to me and addressed the girl, "Annabeth dear, help him get on my back and sit behind him to support him. He needs immediate medical attention at my hand."

The girl helped me climb the centaur's back and climbed behind me. I was surprised that at this age, she had a tight grip.

Chiron immediately cantered uphill and took me to a small building beside a big blue house.

The girl was mumbling something about how I had killed the Minotaur single-handedly and how I was most probably the 'chosen one'.

The last words I heard before falling into a deep slumber were, 'Well done, my son. You have made me proud, ...like every time.'

The same voice that belonged to my father. Not Poseidon. My birth father.

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A/N

Aaannnnd wrap.

11 k words.

So, how was it? Hope you guys liked it. Was it worth the wait? I hope so.

Now, here we have moved on to the next arc in the story. The arc depicting the book - 'The lightning thief'. But of course, there will be some changes in the quest events and the reasons that Percy will accept the quest. More about this in the future chapters.

Also, Percy has developed a dislike for Hades. Will it change or remain? Only Chronus can tell.

The current standings of the poll for the members in the harem are:

Artemis- 82

Hestia- 76

Thalia - 66

Athena- 67

Zoë- 68

Calypso- 54

Nyx- 65

Reyna- 63

Aphrodite- 67

Annabeth- 28

Bianca- 20

Piper - 71

Hera- 27

Rhea- 16

Khione- 10

Gaia - 13

Hazel - 5

Bellona- 4

Rachel - 4

Nike- 2

Lupa- 8

Selene- 2

Clarisse- 3

Rhode- 4

Hylla - 1

Hecate- 3

Silena- 8

Leto - 2

Drew - 1

Hebe- 1

Kymopoleia- 1

Demeter - 1

Vote fast if you want any changes. The final standings will be declared after i start writing his quest to find the master bolt. That is something like two chapters from now. The max number of girls in the harem are 7 or 8.

Current standings:

Calypso - fixed

1_ Artemis- 82

2_ Hestia - 76

3_ Piper - 71

4_ Zoë - 68

5_ Athena - 67

6_ Aphrodite - 67

7_ Thalia - 66

This poll will close after the next chapter.

So, vote fast.

Yes to Sally - 54

No to Sally- 39

So, most probably, Sally will be seen in the pairing. Though I can't be sure now because the poll will be open for another one or two chapters.

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