When everyone was sitting their was a flash of light.
There stood the all time heroes, Perseus, Theseus, Orion, and Achilles.
(Why there is no Hercules is because he is the doorkeeper of Mount Olympus.)A/N
Athena told them what as going on and they sat near their parent.
"I will read this time." Poseidon said. "You can read?" Athena said. "Shut it, Owl Head." Poseidon said.
Mr. Brunner led this Museum tour.
He rode up front in his wheelchair, guiding us through the big echoey galleries, past marble statues and glass cases full of really old black-and-orange pottery.
It blew my mind that this stuff had survived for two thousand, three thousand years.
Hades: Way longer then that.
He gathered us around a thirteen-foot-tall stone column with a big sphinx on the top, and started telling us how it was a grave marker, a stele, for a girl about our age. He told us about the carvings on the sides. I was trying to listen to what he had to say, because it was a kind of interesting, but everyone around me was talking…
Annabeth: You found something interesting
Percy: No, Kind of interesting.
And every time I told them to shut up, the other chaperone, Mrs. Dodds, would give me the evil eye.
Mrs. Dodds was this little math teacher from Georgia who always wore a black leather jacket, even though she was fifty years old. She looked mean enough to ride a Harley right into your locker.
Ares: That is MY ride, okay? No one steals my ride.
Hephaestus: Just shut the hell up about your stupid Harley bike.
Ares almost got up when Grape vines wrapped around him.
Dionysus: Sit down, Ares. Ares then sat down.
She had come to Yancy halfway through the year, when last math teacher had a nervous breakdown.
Poseidon: Is she a monster?
Percy: Yeah. Poseidon paled.
From her first day, Mrs. Dodds loved Nancy Bobofit and figured I was devil spawn. She would point her crooked finger at me and say, "Now, honey," real sweet, and I knew I was going to get after-school detention for a month.
"Damn!" Apollo, Hermes, Nico, and Perseus said.
One time, after she'd made me erase answers out of old math workbooks until midnight, I told Grover I didn't think Mrs. Dodds was human. He looked at me, real serious, and said, "You're absolutely right."
Thalia: Grover! Why would you tell him that!
Mr. Brunner kept talking about Greek funeral art.
Finally, Nancy Bobofit snickered something abut the naked guy on the stele, and I turned around and said, "Will you shut up?" It came out louder than I meant it to.
The whole group laughed. Mr. Brunner stopped his story.
"Mr. Jackson," he said, "did you have a comment?"
My face got totally red. I said, "No, sir."
Mr. Brunner pointed to one of the pictures on the stele.
Perhaps you'll tell us what this picture represents?"
I looked at the carving, and felt a flush of relief, because I actually recognized it. "That's Kronos eating his kids, right?"
All of the Elder gods and Goddesses, Hera, Demeter, Zeus, Hades, Poseidon, and Hestia all remember the feeling.
"Yes," Mr. Brunner said, obviously not satisfied. "And he did this because…" "Well…" I racked my brain to remember. "Kronos was the King god, and-
Zeus: YOU DARE SAY THAT IMBECILE IS THE KING GOD!
Just then a flash of light came into the room.
Hades: Oh crap.
Kronos was standing their in armor.
Kronos: What the-?
Zeus: We are reading about Perseus' life.
Kronos: Oh. He then sat down.
"God?' Mr. Brunner asked.
"Titan," I corrected myself. "And…he didn't trust his kids, who were the gods. So, um, Kronos ate them, right? But his wife hid baby Zeus,..
Rhea, how could she?
Kronos thought.
And gave Kronos a rock to eat instead.
Hades: Father, how can you mistake a human as a rock?
Kronos: Zeus looks like a rock, in my opinion.
"Hey!"
And later, when Zeus grew up, he tricked his dad, Kronos, into barfing up his brothers and sisters-"
"Eww!" said one of the girls behind me.
"Eww is correct." said Hera and Demeter.
"-and so there was this big fight between the gods and Titans," I continued, "and the gods won."
Kronos: You just put the greatest war in Ancient Greek History in 3 sentences.
Percy looked up with pride. "Yes, I did."
Some snickers from the group.
Hestia: He got it right.
Hades: Their mortals, always not understandable.
Behind me, Nancy Bobofit mumbled to a friend, "Like we're going to use this in real life. Like it's going to say on our job applications, "Please explain why Kronos ate his kids."
Apollo: Like she is even going to hold an application in her lifetime.
"And why, Mr. Jackson," Brunner said, "to paraphase Miss Bobofit's excellent question, does this matter in real life?"
Busted! All the male gods and titan yelled.
"Busted," Grover muttered.
All the males groaned.
"Shut up," Nancy hissed; her face even brighter red than her hair.
At least Nancy got packed, too. Mr. Brunner was the only one who ever caught her saying anything wrong. He had radar ears.
"Centaur ears." Nico muttered.
I thought about his question, and shrugged. "I don't know, sir."
"I see," Mr. Brunner looked disappointed. "Well, half credit, Mr. Jackson. Zeus did indeed feed Kronos a mixture of mustard and wine, which made him disgorge his other five children, who, of course, being immortal gods, had been living and growing up completely undigested in the Titan's stomach. The gods defeated their father, sliced him to pieces with his own scythe, and scattered his remains in Tartarus, the darkest part the underworld. On that happy note, it's time for lunch. Mrs. Dodds, would you lead us back outside?"
The class drifted off, the girls holding their stomachs, the guys pushing each other around and acting like doofuses.
Artemis: They are doofuses.
Apollo: You know you love us, little sis.
Artemis: I'm older than you, so stop calling me sis!
Grover and I were about to follow when Mr. Brunner said, "Mr. Jackson."
I knew that was coming.
I told Grover to keep going. Then I turned toward Mr. Brunner. "Sir?"
Mr. Brunner had this look that wouldn't let you go-intense brown eyes that could've been a thousand years old and had seen everything.
"You must learn the answer to my answer to my question," Mr. Brunner told me.
"About the Titans?"
"About real life. And how your studies apply to it."
"Oh."
"What you learn from me," he said, "is vitally important. I except you to treat it as such. I will accept only the best from you, Percy Jackson."
I wanted to get angry, this guy pushed me so hard.
I mean, sure, it was kind of cool on tournament days, when he dressed up in a suit of Roman armor and shouted: "What Ho!" and challenged us, sword-point against chalk, to run to the board and name every Greek and Roman person who ever lived, and their mother, and what god they worshipped.
But Mr. Brunner expected to be as good; he expected me to be better. And I just couldn't learn all those names and facts, much less spell them correctly.
I mumbled something about trying harder, while Mr. Brunner took one long sad look at the stele, like he'd been at this girl's funeral.
He told me to go outside and eat my lunch.
The class gathered on the front steps of the museum, where we could watch the foot traffic along Fifth Avenue.
Dionysus: That sounds so boring.
Percy: It was boring.
Overhead, a huge storm was brewing, with clouds blacker than I'd ever seen over the city. I figured maybe it was Global Warming or something, because the weather all across New York State had been weird since Christmas.
Athena: That is near the Winter solstice.
Zeus: Yea, That is when I thought Percy stole my lightning bolt.
Poseidon: But it wasn't him. It was someone else.
(A/N: Sorry, I forgot to say, this stops after the Mark of Athena. The gods and Goddesses and Demigods are from the present during when the ship went to the other camp.
Kronos and the Heroes of the old are from the past.)
We'd had massive snow storms, flooding, wildfires from lightning strikes.
Everyone even Kronos and The heroes looked at Poseidon and Zeus.
Both Gods looked down in shame.
I wouldn't been have been surprised if this was a hurricane blowing in.
Nobody else seemed to notice. Some of the guys were pelting pigeons with lunchables crackers. Nancy Bobofit was trying to pickpocket something from a lady's purse,
Apollo looked at Hermes.
Hermes: She is not my child.
And of course, Mrs. Dodds wasn't seeing a thing.
Grover and I sat on the edge of the fountain, away from the others. We thought that maybe if we did that, everybody wouldn't know we were from that school-the school for loser freaks who couldn't make it elsewhere.
"Detention?" Graver asked.
"Nah," I said. "Not from Brunner. I just wish he'd lay off me sometimes. I mean-I'm not a genius."
Grover didn't say anything for a while. Then, when I thought he was going to give me a some deep philosophical comment to make me feel better, he said\, "Can I have your apple?"
Thalia, Nico, Annabeth, Percy and Hermes started laughing.
I didn't have much of an appetite, so I let him take it.
I watched the stream of cabs going down Fifth Avenue, and thought about my mom's apartment, only a little ways uptown from where we sat. I hadn't seen her since Christmas. I wanted so bad to jump in a taxi and head home.
All the Female goddesses cooed.
She'd hug me and be glad to see me, but she'd be disappointed, too. She'd send me right back to Yancy, remind me that I had to try harder, even if this was my sixth school in six years and I was probably going to be kicked out again. I wouldn't be able to stand that sad look she'd give me.
Mr. Brunner parked his wheelchair at the base of the handicapped ramp. He ate celery while he read a paperback novel. A red umbrella stuck up from the back of his chair, making it look like a motorized café table.
Hephaestus thought about this contraption. I might as well write this down so I can start after this book is finished.
I was about to unwrap my sandwich when Nancy Bobofit appeared in front of me with her ugly friends-I guess she'd gotten tired of stealing from the tourists-and dumped her half-eaten lunch in Grover's lap.
Thalia, Dionysus, Annabeth all look murderous.
"Oops." She grinned at me with her crooked teeth. Her freckles were orange, as if somebody had spray-painted her face liquid cheetos.
Aphrodite look horrified. I tried to stay cool. The school counselor had told me a million times, "Count to ten, get control of your temper."
But I was so mad my mind went blank. A wave roared in my ears.
Wave? Theseus and Orion thought.
I don't remember touching her, but the next thing I knew, Nancy was sitting on her butt in the fountain, screaming, "Percy pushed me!"
Mrs. Dodds materialized next to us.
Some of the kids were whispering: "Did you see-"
"-the water-"
"-like it grabbed her-"
Annabeth: I thought the Mist wouldn't unveil the Unusual.
Zeus: One thing is, they might clear sighted or Demigods.
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