AN: I OWN NOTHING OF THE SCOOBY DOO FRANCHISE!!!!
Chapter Sixteen: We Unmask a Masked Titan
The gang, all together once more, and Harry snuck after the members of Η διαδρομή που περιπλανιέται, making sure not to make too much noise. They were taken back to the first floor of the mansion and outside. Waiting for them stood four other hooded figures, no boubtedly members of Η διαδρομή που περιπλανιέται. Upon seeing the members of their group and the gang emerge from the mansion the four immediatly de-hooded themselves. They certainly seemed like their counter-part Gods. Ares had a sword at his belt and eyes that had definatly seen plenty of war. Hermes had a staff in his right hand and wings painted on the side of shoes. Posiedon had sea-green eyes and a tridant in his left-hand. Hephaestus wore a scowl and had greasy skin, most likely from working with mechanics. They greeted their fellow members with smiles. Once every person was accounted for, Apollo summoned an actual chariot, a bright orange, yellow, and red tint to it to mirror the sun.
"Won't the townsfolk notice that?" Daphne asked. The chariot did seem like a dead clue as to wear they were. Athena took a pouch from her belt and showed everyone a strange, sparkeling, white powder.
"You see, we always hide our gear from mortals eyes with this. It's made from fairy dust and dragon talons. Fairy dust can just about conceal anything to the mortal eye, but it has a very distinctive smell of flowers and honey-suckle, so you add dragon's talons to conceal the odor. Works everytime." Artemis explained. Everyone piled into the large chariot and Athena threw the powder over it before hopping inside.
"What does it look like to mortals?" Harry asked as he sat down next to Melinda.
"Whatever the mist that sheilds our world tells them it looks like."
"Oh, that explains so much." He said sardonically. Melinda nudged him in the ribs and gave him a stern look. "Sorry."
Back at the mansion things were in total disarray. Dragons, brownies, manticores, centaurs, you name it, was running amuck chasing after the masked men. Finally during the stir Sir Lawrence was captured by two centaurs. A special mixture was poured over his rebelling form. He began to change and to shift until finally he morphed into his true form, a human.
"Well, well, see your little 'saviors' caught onto my Sir Lawrence cherade?"
"When will you learn Kronos, when it comes to the spoils of war, the tables are always in favor of the Gods." One of the large centaurs told him. He was middle-aged with gray streaking through his beard and curly hair that fell to his shoulders. His pelt was pure white.
"You say that now Chiron. The titans will return, and this time, they will emerge victorious!"