Chapter 11! W00T! Here is the list:

Zeus (God of the Sky) - Thalia Grace

Hades (God of the Underworld) - Nico De Angelo

Poseidon (God of the Sea) - Percy Jackson

Athena (Goddess of Wisdom) - Annabeth Chase

Grover Underwood (God of the Wild)

Demeter (Goddess of Plant life) - Persephone (Goddess of Spring)

Artemis (Goddess of the Hunt) - Artemis (Goddess of the Hunt)

Apollo (God of the Sun) - Peter Johnson

Ares (God of War) – Clarisse La Rue

Hermes (Messenger God and God of Travelers and Thieves) - The ghost of Luke Castellan

Aphrodite (Goddess of Love) - Simone Withersport

Hephaestus (Smith God) - Alfred Roboto (robot, not demigod)

This chapter is in Artemis's POV

We Fight Ms. Piggy, and The Adventure is Put on Hold.

She was horrible.

After the meat blocked our way, the coupon lady get bigger and redder. Eventually, she was the size of a bungalow, knocking over many shelves. Wine spilled all over the floor, Cheez-Its boxes fell on the floor, pudding cups crushed. The monster yelled and yelled. She appeared to be the pig version of a Minotaur. She had tusks and a pig snout, and a huge mouth. She grew so fat her clothes exploded, leaving a giant pig monster. She ran towards us.

"Ah! Get a fire extinguisher or something!" yelled Simone.

"Percy, where's Riptide?"asked Annabeth.

"I don't know! I must have left it in the train!" yelled Percy.

"Come on!" I yelled, pulling out my bow. I shot the beast, stopping it temporarily. It got back up, rushing towards us. Persephone screamed and pointed at it, growing vines to grab it. Percy found Riptide, uncapped it, and slashed at the beast. It turned to dust, falling on the ground. Percy gasped, and collapsed. Annabeth rushed over.

In another place, a man watched the fight.

"More tea, sir?" a woman asked.

"No thanks... I think... It's high time we pull out... for now. Our forces have been weakened, and I want to mess with their heads. Pull back all troops, and prepare for a time warp for.. a year. A year into the future. Our troops will be healed, and the Questiers will be so confused..." the man mused. "Yes sir," said the woman, walking out of the room.

The man sighed and said, "Until next year..."