A/N: Helllooo~! I am excited to announce that I am obsessed with the Percy Jackson series again. I started rereading the series and I am almost done with the first series then I am going to The Heroes of Olympus series afterwards… I also need to reread the Kane Chronicles.

Spencer: Shouldn't you be concentrating on Fiction Becomes Reality, Crest of Innocence, and Backlash of a Portal? And not be writing anymore stories like this one and that Naruto one you are currently writing?

Squirpsdolphin/Shelby: I'm getting to it, don't worry! Now onto the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the demigods, Gods, Rachel, and Tyson. I only own my oc.

Chapter 1: Awakenings and Grand Arrivals

Little bunny Foo Foo

Went hopping through the forest

Scooping up the field mice

And bopping them on the head

Down came the Good Fairy, and she said

"Little bunny Foo Foo

I don't want to see you

Scooping up the field mice

And bopping them on the head."

I'll give you 3 chances,

And if you don't behave, I will turn you into a CRASH~!

I bolted up into a sitting position from laying in my bed just sleeping about bunny Foo Foo hopping in the forest. I rub my eyes, getting the sleep buggers out of them as I look around the room trying to pick up what woke me up.

I see a cloaked figure coming towards me from my knocked over desk chair and a pile of school papers I have to go through when I get the chance. I study the cloaked figure, trying to figure out who it could be.

"Shelby… I need you to go run an errand for me." The figure said.

I yawned and sat up more as I recognized the cloaked figure to be Hecate, her hood down unlike the other times she visited me with her hood up.

Hecate looked about twenty, like in House of Hades, and dressed in a knee-length maiden's skirt and hunting boots, much like Artemis. Her hair was dark auburn, and rippled down her back in waves, and she wore a simple silver circlet around her head.

Her features were sharp and angular: High cheekbones; straight, pointed nose; sharply defined chin; lips so thin they were almost nonexistent. Hecate's eyes were the color of butter, with long slitted cat-like eyes.

"What is the errand?" I asked her, glancing at my alarm clock making out the time being 4:30am in the morning.

I groaned and tilted back until I landed back on my back, trying to go back to sleep. "Its 4:30 in the morning, can't it wait till oh I don't know… Maybe in a couple of hours?" I muttered.

"No it cannot wait. I need you to go talk to the Gods on my behalf and explain to them what I want them to read. I also sent some people back in time to read along with the Gods. You will need to bring all the Percy Jackson books you have and even the next series also. They will be reading all of them for the future and mostly because I want to see the Gods reactions to the books." Hecate said, pulling me up from the bed shoving my backpack in my hands and pushing me to my desk where all my Percy Jackson books are and the Heroes of Olympus books are.

'Great… I can't wait.' I muttered as I shove all the books into my backpack that's a mansion on the inside but ordinary backpack on the outside.

"How many people did you send back in time? And when in time did you send them?" I asked, walking towards Hecate so that she can send me to a different dimension.

"You will find out when you get there, and a year before Luke Castellan steals the lightning bolt. But I am not quite sure, so you will need to ask when you get there. Don't forget to have Hades be there too. You ready?" Hecate said, creating a white fog in the middle of my bedroom.

I place my backpack on my back as I nod. Hecate raises her hand at me and the white fog surrounds me as it transports me to a different dimension. The fog kept whipping in my face as I traveled with immense speed through the fog.

All of a sudden the fog evaporates and I crash into the ground. I grumble as I stand up brushing myself off from the harsh landing, not bothered at all by the pain since I was used to the painful landings. I notice that I am wearing my cloak and that the hood is up and covering my face.

I look up and take in what I see in front of me, which are the Gods. I glance behind me and see the people that Hecate sent back in time to read Percy's adventures. I gaze at the Gods in awe and disbelief.

Zeus gives off a vibe that says he is imposing. He has long black shoulder-length hair with a gray-and-black neatly trimmed beard. He has brilliant electrically-blue eyes with a serious and proud, but very handsome face. Zeus's is wearing a dark blue pinstriped suit.

Poseidon has black hair, a neatly trimmed beard, sea-green eyes, and a nice tan, as well as "smile crinkles" around his eyes and cheeks. He is wearing Birkenstocks (leather sandals), khaki Bermuda shorts, a shirt with coconuts and parrots on it, and a cap decorated with fishing lures which says "Neptune's Lucky Fishing Hat".

Hera has very long, silver hair woven into braids with golden ribbons, a "sunny smile", and wears a lavish and dazzling white dress that ripples and "shimmers with colors" like oil on water when she moves. Hera also wears a glowing golden crown, and her arms are bedecked with golden jewelry. She also has brilliant brown eyes.

Dionysus has a chubby face, a red nose and curly hair so black, it looks purple. He normally has watery, blue, bloodshot eyes from drinking. He is wearing tiger-striped Hawaiian shirts and purple running shoes.

Athena is has long black hair and intense gray eyes She is wearing an elegant flowing gray robes, Greek battle armor, and a golden helmet on her head, which is decorated with pictures of gryphons, and sphinxes.

Hermes has a muscular build, curly black hair, blue eyes, elfish features, and a sly grin. He has been known to wear nylon running shorts and New York City Marathon T-shirt while jogging.

Artemis can appear as whatever she likes, but chooses to be the average age of her Hunters, which is around twelve. She has auburn hair and eyes as silvery yellow as the moon, and is incredibly beautiful. She is wearing a short tunic with her hair into a ponytail.

Apollo appears as a handsome young man in his late teens, sandy hair, a bright cocky smile, and outdoorsy good looks. He is wearing a white, sleeveless T-shirt, blue jeans, and loafers.

Demeter has long, wavy hair as blonde as ripe wheat, as well as large brown eyes. Her hair is braided with poppies and ears of wheat, while wearing a bright green dress and a black cape.

Ares wears black jeans, combat boots, a leather duster, and muscle shirt with a bulletproof vest and an iron padlock necklace. He wears red tinted wraparound sunglasses to cover his flame-filled eye sockets.

Hephaestus is a huge man with his shoulders at different heights and a huge, bulging, misshapen head and his leg in a creaking steel brace, with a wild brown beard that sparks fire from time to time. He wears a jumpsuit that is clean and elegant.

Aphrodite had shoulder length hair, a graceful neck, and a great figure. She is wearing jeans and a snowy white top, while looking at clothes on the 50% off rack.

Hestia has long mousy-brown hair and "warm and cozy" eyes of red fire. She wears a simple brown dress or robes with a scarf wrapped around her head.

Zeus and Hera's thrones were both at the far end of the council hall. Their thrones were also the only two that faced the doors. All the male Olympian's thrones were all on the left facing the right and the female Olympian's thrones were all on the right facing the left.

The order for the male's side is Zeus, Poseidon, Ares, Apollo, Hephaestus, and Hermes. The order for the female's side is Hera, Demeter, Athena, Aphrodite, and Dionysus who was given Hestia's spot for her throne. Hestia has her throne by the hearth.

Zeus' throne was made out of yellow Egyptian marble that had small pieces of gold built into it for decoration. The throne was so large that it had seven steps leading up to it, each one colored with a color of the rainbow. There was a large blue covering over the throne, symbolizing the sky. On the right arm of the throne was a ruby-eyed eagle that had jagged strips of tin in its beak which symbolized that Zeus could kill any enemies by throwing lightning at them. Zeus has a purple ram's fleece over the chair.

Hera's throne was made out of ivory. There were only three steps leading up to her throne but they were all made out of rainbow crystal. On the back there were several golden cuckoos and willow leaves. Above the throne hung a moon. She sat on a cowskin.

Poseidon had the second-largest throne, only succeeded by Zeus' throne. Poseidon's throne was the closest to Zeus' and was made of gray-green white-streaked marble. It was decorated with coral, gold, and pearls because Poseidon was the god of the seas. The arms took the shapes of sea beasts and Poseidon sat on silk, sleek seal skin.

Directly across from Poseidon's throne and next to Hera's throne was Demeter's throne. Her throne was made of bright green malachite and had golden barley and miniature golden pigs (for luck) all for decoration. Her symbol was the poppy and it glowed blood red against the barley.

Hephaestus' throne was made out of every kind of precious metal and stone there was to be found. The seat was able to swivel and the arms were adjustable. The whole throne moved along with Hephaestus' will.

Athena's throne was made of silver. Along the back and the sides were golden baskets, because Athena is also the goddess of crafts. There was also a violet crown made out of blue lapis lazuli set atop the throne. The arms ended in the heads of a smiling Gorgon. There was an owl on her throne.

Aphrodite's throne was also made of silver but it had beryls and aquamarines built into it. Also, the back of the throne was made into the shape of a scallop shell. The seat was made of swans down and at her feet was a golden mat that had bees, sparrows, and apples woven onto it.

Ares' throne was made of brass which was very strong but ugly. There were brass knobs that were made into the shape of human skulls. Also, the cushion was made out of human skin. 'Icky'

Apollo's throne was made of gold and was extremely polished. There were magical inscriptions all over the throne. The back was in the shape of a lyre, Apollo's symbol and he had a python skin to sit upon. Hung above the throne, a sun-disk with twenty-one rays shaped like arrows because Apollo is sometimes said as the god of the Sun and light.

Artemis' throne was made of silver and she had a wolf skin to sit upon. The back was shaped like a moon with a date palm on each side. 'Sweet'

Hermes' throne was made out of stone. The arms had been cut to resemble ram heads and there was a goatskin for the seat. On the back, there was a carving of a symbol for the fire-drill.

Hestia's throne was very plain and made out of wood. There was also a cushion on the throne which was made out of undyed wool. Hestia eventually gave up her throne for a simple tripod next to the hearth.

Dionysus' throne was made out of gold-plated fir wood. It was decorated with grape bunches carved into amethyst, snakes carved in serpentine, and various horned animals carved in onyx, sard, jade, and carnelian.

"WHO ARE YOU?! WHAT IS ALL THESE CHILDREN DOING HERE?!" Zeus roared.

'This is amusing… But first thing first. I need to make sure that this isn't one of those pain emitting dreams I get sometimes, when I feel the pain from impacts from the portals I dream about.' I thought as I took off my backpack from my back and placed it on the ground.

I put up my hand and did the sign language for wait a moment as I bend down as I rummaged through my backpack looking for my knife. 'Come on you little stupid thing where are you… Ah ha! Found you!'

I take my knife out and kneel on one knee. I, with no hesitation whatsoever plunged the blade into one of the muscles in my thigh.

A searing pain much worse than I would feel if I am sleeping, emits from the stab wound. It felt like I was pressing my leg up against something that is burning, like a cold flame.

"Well, I'm not dreaming." I muttered as I pulled out the knife, gritting my teeth as I do.

I quickly take hydrogen peroxide and a roll of bandages out to clean my wound so it doesn't get infected. I just dumped the peroxide right onto the injury, hissing as it stings when it makes contact. I wrap the bandage over the wound a couple times then tied it tightly making sure it won't fall off. I put everything back in my bag and push myself up.

I stand back up and dusted the imaginary dust off of me. I looked at the Gods as I kept my weight more on my left leg since I just stabbed my right one and it is still quite tender to the touch.

"Right… So what year is this?" I asked the Gods, not just for my sake but for who all is behind me.

"It is the Winter Solstice, December 21, 2004. Why did you stab yourself, not that it wasn't amusing?" Zeus said, staring at me intently trying to figure me out.

'What Hecate said was correct. I just wanted to make sure just in case.' I went over what he said in my head.

"I was woken up at 4:30 in the morning, told to come here talk to the Gods on someone's behalf and explain to them what that someone wants them to read. That same someone sent these people back in time to read along with you. When I got here I wasn't sure if this was a dream or not. So I stabbed myself, yes it hurts but I have had an injury much worse than this so I'm not really bothered by it that much." I said as my eye twitched a bit on the part where I woke up at 4:30 in the morning.

"Why would you think this is a dream?" Zeus asked, clearly not letting any of the other Gods ask.

"I am not allowed to say at this moment. Oh and I was told that Hades has to be here also, and it wouldn't hurt if he has somewhere to sit either since this whole thing from what I gathered will take a while." I said, stifling a yawn.

"WHO ARE YOU TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO?! AND WHO SENT YOU?!" Zeus roared, flashing his lightning dangerously close to me.

"Peace Zeus. She did not mean any harm, but better get used to it she is always like this. She is here because I asked her to come on my behalf while I did a couple things before I came here." Hecate said as she materialized in the room, standing a couple feet away from me.

Zeus quickly calmed down, not wanting to get on Hecate's bad side he sent for Hades. The other Gods however where curious as to why Hecate showed herself in front of them with a mysterious figure.

Hades flashes in a black shadow type fog like he shadow traveled but more like instant transmission. Hades is a tall, imposing and very muscular god with albino white skin, intense black eyes that were either the eyes of a genius or a madman, and having a mesmerizing, evil charisma, and shoulder-length black hair. He is wearing black flowing robes with evil souls threaded into the cloth.

His black onyx throne made of skulls appears the same way he came, setting himself by his brothers, Zeus and Poseidon.

"You stabbed your leg?" Hecate asked with her brow raised, taking in the slightly red bandage wrapped around my leg.

"Yes, yes I did. You woke me up at 4:30 in the morning to send me here to talk on your behalf, explain to them what you want them to read, since they will be reading about the future and mostly because you want to see the Gods reactions to the books." I said, grumpily as I crossed my arms over my chest.

"I'm not surprised." Hecate sighed, ignoring my mood being used to it and all.

"You aren't surprised?" Demeter said, staring at Hecate like she is crazy.

"Well no. She does stab herself quite often, intentionally or not." Hecate said.

"Okay I only stab myself when I make sure I'm not dreaming! It's not my fault that I end up getting stabbed instead of my friends.

"Tá a fhios agam ach tú a fháil fós i go leor trioblóide ar do chuid féin!*" Hecate said.

"I know…" I muttered, being the only one that knew what she said in Irish.

"Well anyways… These kids here are from the future that I sent back." Hecate said, gesturing to the kids behind her and me.

I recognize all of them immediately when I turned around. I grinned at the sight of them, but frowned when I thought about which book they just came from.

The eleven kids that were sent back and just so happen to be my favorite characters are Percy, Rachel, Annabeth, Hazel, Piper, Jason, Thalia, Nico, Frank, Leo, Tyson are all the ones that were sent back.

Percy looks quite like his dad, Poseidon with the jet black hair and bright green eyes. Percy is very fit, muscular, and lean from all the training he went through.

Hazel is African American with shoulder-length curly cinnamon brown hair and gold eyes. She is marked with a glyph, the letters SPQR. She is toned and fit.

Nico has dark hair that is long and frames his face. The area around his n eyes is very dark, while his complexion is even paler than what I remembered. His complexion is a sickly greenish-white, like the color of tree sap.

Jason Grace is good-looking, he has the features of a Roman statue, with electric blue eyes, tidy, military cropped blond hair which grew out during his time at Camp Half-blood, and a small scar on the corner of his lip from trying to eat something when he was younger. He is very tall being one inch taller than Percy, with an athletic build, having muscular and tanned arms. He has a tattoo that is a picture of an eagle with SPQR.

Rachel wears over-large shirts, doodles on her jeans, and seems to poke holes in them when she is bored. She is a tall, slim girl with frizzy red hair, freckled face, and green eyes.

Annabeth has curly golden blonde hair and is "like a princess," as Percy describes it. She is tall, fit, and athletic. Her eyes is an intense shade of gray. Annabeth looks like a typical California girl only with a natural tan. She is wearing a red camp-half blood shirt and blue shorts.

Frank is Asian-Canadian and has a babyish face with brown eyes and black short hair which, seems out of place with his stout body and military haircut.

Leo looks like a "a Latino Santa's elf," with curly black hair, dark brown eyes, pointy ears, a cheerful, babyish face, normally with a mischievous smile on his face, and being of normal height with a slim build. He is 5'6.

Piper has dark tanned skin, chocolate brown hair that is cut choppy and uneven with thin strands braided on either side of her hair and eyes that change color like a kaleidoscope going from brown to blue to green. She wears a simple, tomboyish style.

Thalia has shoulder-length or as sometimes described short, spiky black hair, electric blue eyes and freckles across her nose. She wears punk styled clothes.

Tyson is two meters tall (though he can grow up to 30 feet tall at will), and very broad shouldered, and has very messy brown hair. He has one large brown eye.

I stare at them for a good couple minutes until I whip out a notepad, quickly writing down one word 'Tartarus?' then showing it to them.

The group looks at each other for a second, before Percy and Annabeth's eyes widen slightly and stare at me for a second or two before slowly nodding their heads, confirming my suspicions.

I wrote 'that sucks, sorry you had to go through that.' On the notepad giving it to the pair and took a couple steps back as Hecate begin explaining what she wanted the eleven of them to do.

"Alright. I want all of you except for Percy to introduce themselves, state who their godly parent is, and then I will have the cloaked figure introduce herself. And explain who she is." Hecate said.

I rolled my eyes. 'Well this will be fun.'

All of them step forward to introduce themselves.

"Perseus 'Percy' Jackson." Percy said.

Poseidon's eyes widened. He glanced quickly at his siblings seeing if they recognized him or not. But luckily they didn't.

"Hazel Levesque, Daughter of Pluto. One of the Seven." Hazel said.

"B-but you died!" Hades sputtered, his eyes widening.

"She was brought back, Lord Hades. All will be explained in one of the books you will read." I said, bringing attention to myself like always.

"How do you know?" Ares asked, narrowing his eyes at me.

I rolled my eyes under my hood. "How? ... Hecate will tell you when everyone who was sent back in time is introduced." I said, ignoring Ares glaring when I didn't answer his question.

He silently stewed as they continued introducing themselves.

"Nico Di Angelo, son of Hades, my dad didn't break the oath I was put in the Lotus Hotel during world war two, Ghost King." Nico said, staring right at me.

"How did you get out?" Hades asked, raising his brow at Nico as Nico continued to stare at me.

"It's in one of the books." Nico said shrugging.

"Oi, Ghost boy! Why do you keep staring at me?" I asked, getting annoyed by Nico's constant staring.

"I feel like I have meet you before." Nico said, smirking a bit.

'That's because we have dumbo.' I thought not saying anything but shrugged at him.

"Jason Grace, son of Jupiter and former Praetor of the Twelfth Legion. One of the Seven" Jason said, surprising the Gods that a Roman is in the room.

"ZEUS AGAIN?!" Hera yelled at him.

"Why are you with them?" Zeus asked.

"The only thing I am going to say is the future is messed up and it is in the books." Jason said, shrugging.

I grinned at his answer which ticked the War God of a bit.

"Rachel Dare. Oracle of Delphi." Rachel said.

"No mummy!" Apollo cheered, but only to get punched in the head by Artemis.

I snickered quietly. 'Go Artemis!'

Annabeth Chase, Daughter of Athena and architect of Olympus. One of the Seven." Annabeth said, smiling at me already figuring it out who I am.

Athena smiles down at Annabeth, enjoying that one of her kids was sent back in the past.

"Frank Zhang, son of Mars, legacy of Poseidon. One of the Seven." Frank said, as I mentally cheered for him but booed on the Ares part.

"YES!" Ares shouted.

"'Leo Valdez, Son of Hephaestus, Fire-user. One of the Seven." Leo said, as he lite his hand on fire to demonstrate.

'Ooo… Fire… No! Bad Shelby!' I shook out of my thoughts from staring intently at the flame.

Hephaestus smiled down at Leo, while Ares snorted but only to stop when Poseidon pummeled him with a wave of water.

"Piper McLean, Daughter of Aphrodite and Charm-speaker. One of the Seven." Piper said, grinning up at her mom.

Aphrodite smiled back and both of them glanced in my direction, probably plotting when I reveal myself that they are going to give me a makeover.

'I'm doomed.'

"Thalia Grace, Daughter of Zeus and Lieutenant of Artemis." Thalia said.

Zeus smiled but then frowned when he heard that she is a lieutenant for Artemis. Artemis smiled down at Thaila.

"How are you not a tree anymore?" Zeus asked.

"It's in the books." Thalia said, smirking at me.

'She probably knows who I am… Great… She is going to shock me later I just know it.'

"Tyson, Son of Poseidon and General of Cyclopes in Poseidon's Army." Tyson said.

'Yay Tyson is here!' I thought grinning.

They all step back after they introduce themselves waiting for Hecate to explain who I am to everyone. I rolled my eyes as I see a couple of them fidgeting.

"So Hecate, who is she?" Zeus asked, gesturing at me.

"The girl that I blessed, that my idiotic daughter decided to get back at for receiving something she was never going to get in the first place. So she did something about it. It made her life even more interesting because of it." Hecate said, giving me one of her rare smiles.

"That's her?" Zeus said in disbelief.

"Well introduce yourself!" Hera said, staring at me.

"Hi. Well my mom and dad are human. Thanks to Fate, Hecate's daughter I can do things that humans can't. And Hecate is a second mom to me, which makes her my honorary godly parent. There is a lot of other things that I won't go into… Oh and my name is Shelby." I said, pulling my hood down.

'Three. Two. One.' I waited for the reactions of the people that know me that didn't catch who I am.

"SHELBY?!" Percy, Nico, Rachel, and Tyson yelled in joy while the others except Annabeth and Thalia stared at the four of them in confusion.

"Hello!" I said, turning around grinning at them as I give them a little wave only to frown and stop in mid wave when I saw Nico and Percy glaring at me.

'I'm doomed...' I smile uneasily at the two of them as they begin walking towards me.

I would have bolted behind Hecate for safety if I wasn't knocked on the ground by a sudden weight that bulldozed into me. I groaned in pain as I notice that Tyson was the one who knocked me down onto the ground.

Tyson didn't let me catch my breath when he bolted up to stand taking me with him as he started spinning me around like a rag doll. I felt I was going to vomit if I didn't do something to stop the spinning.

"Tyson… Please stop spinning me or I am going to end up puking all over you." I said, as my face began to turn green as I felt the puke begin to rise up to my throat.

He places me back on my feet. I bend down to settle my stomach as everyone surrounds me. I breathe in deeply then let it out as I stand back up.

"So you're Shelby? How come I never heard of you?" Jason asked, coming to investigate me.

"I'm not someone to be discussed, not when I don't exist here." I grinned like the Cheshire Cat.

The five people that don't know me looked at me like I was a crazy while the other six rolled their eyes at my answer. Thalia shakes her head and punches my arm while shooting sparks as she hits me.

'Oww, Thalia! Why did you hit me?! I wasn't doing anything." I whined, rubbing my arm to soothe the pain and numbness.

"One, hitting on my little brother. And two, just tell them what they don't know about you so that we can get to reading whatever we need to read." Thalia said, giving me a look that says to do what she says or I will get hit again.

"I wasn't hitting on Jason for one, he is with Piper. I have no interests in guys right now because of school sadly." I said, pouting with my arms over my chest.

"Okay, you guys can ask her what you want to know now." Thalia said to the six, rolling her eyes.

"How do you know Percy, Annabeth, my sister, Rachel, Tyson, and Nico?" Jason asked.

"I've meet them before, things happened, and in return I helped them with some things." I said, being careful not to say anything about the future in front of the Gods.

"That doesn't answer his question." Zeus pointed out, clearly showing that the Gods are also listening to our conversation.

I rolled my eyes which he clearly didn't see since my back is to him. I turned around and shrugged my shoulders.

"It's a good enough answer when I don't want to give away the future by answering his question. That's the books job, not mine." I said, explaining the reason to why I didn't answer the way he wanted it to be answered.

Some of the Gods smirked at my answer being amused by my attitude towards the questions and the way how I handle things. Percy and Nico were snickering quietly to themselves at Zeus reaction.

"How do you know that Jason and I are together?" Piper asked, her voice being soothing as she used her charm-speak on me.

I raised my eyebrow and gave her a look, surprising her that her charm speaking isn't working on me. "Spoilers."

"B-but how did that not work on you?" Piper stammered in shock that it didn't work on me.

"You will find a lot of things do not work on me. Charm-speaking is one of them. Maybe I got from after what happened between Fate and I. Or maybe I was just born with the immunity for certain things." I said, going back into my mysterious mood.

The ones that don't know me very well stare at me like I was some kind of freak, even some of the Gods. The ones that did know me ignored the look I was being given and just smiled at my answer.

I sighed. "Piper… I know that you and Jason are together because of the books. I have two different series with me that we will be reading. The first series is only with Percy, Annabeth, Nico, Thalia, Rachel and Tyson. The second series is with you, Jason, Leo, Hazel, and Frank along with the other six I just mentioned." I said, staring at the ceiling as I told them what the books will be about.

"You know what all we know about the future because of the books?" Hazel asked softly.

"Pretty much." I chirped.

"When you were reading them how did you react to it?" Leo asked, grinning at me.

"A bunch of things. On some parts I was yelling at the book. I was laughing on a couple parts. Then I was simply crying on others." I said, sheepishly scratching my head.

"Baby." Ares sneered, getting glared at in return by everyone.

I became perfectly still. My eye twitched and I clenched my fists in anger. Percy, Nico and the rest that know my temper grabbed the others back with them as they moved back.

"What did you say?" I gritted out, asking the War God.

"I called you a baby. What are you going to do about it?" Ares asked, mocking me.

"Lord Ares. It isn't wise to anger Shelby. I know for certain that the children that were sent back that know her do not wish to put Shelby's anger on you, and neither do I. She may not look like it, but she is far more powerful than any of the big three demigods and even the Gods." Hecate said, in her warning tone.

Hera gave Ares a look that clearly said to shut up and behave, since he became silent after Hecate warned him not to make me angry. Nico came over and pulled me over to the others to calm me down.

It took both Percy and Nico to calm me down which took a couple minutes. When I was calm, Percy ruffled my hair on my head by rubbing his hand on top of my head. I swatted at his hand to get it away from me, he dodge my hand laughing.

I glared at him as I fixed my hair back into place. Rachel came over and gave me a hug finally saying hello. Annabeth and Thalia came over as well but they both slapped my arm for being leaving but ended up giving me a hug in the end.

"Shelby, I know that you are catching up but we do need them to read the books. Can you please get them so that we can get started? The quicker we start, the early we end so that you can go back to sleep." Hecate said, gaining my attention at the word sleep.

I cheered as I skip to my backpack and quickly pull out all nine books that I own. I motioned for the time travelers to come closer as I plopped myself on the ground going into the crisscross position on the floor.

They all sit by me waiting to read the books. I throw the book at Annabeth to make her read it first smiling when Percy's eyes widen at the title of the book being the first to see it besides Annabeth since they are sitting next to each other.

I lay down to take a nap putting my head on Nico's leg, making it my pillow ignoring the love-dovey look I got from Aphrodite.

"Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief." Annabeth started, but only to get interrupted by Zeus.

"YOU STOLE MY MASTER BOLT?!" Zeus roared at Percy, in anger he throws his master bolt at him.

I moved so fast from my spot on Nico's leg to in front of Percy before anyone could blink. All they could see was a red flash that went in front of Percy before the bolt hit him.

When the dust cleared, everyone saw me holding onto the master bolt with my bare hand. The bolt was sizzling hot to hold but I didn't let go of it for a second since I was only thinking of protecting Percy. My hand burns in pain and blood drips down on the ground.

The Gods, and the quintet that don't know what my capabilities are, are shocked by the display I was holding the master bolt unscathed with only a hand wound.

"Lord Zeus. I do not take my friends being threatened or hurt by others very well. Let Annabeth continue reading the book, you will find who stole your master book by listening not making assumptions right off the bat and then trying to obliterate Percy for not hearing his side of the story which is exactly what we are doing." I said deathly calm, as my energy flared around me giving me a red hue as it seeped out.

Zeus just stared not blinking at me but slowly blinked then smiled, admiring my guts to talk back at him. The others were impressed I didn't get electrocuted where I stand.

"Impressive." Ares wolf whistled at me only to shut up when I turned my attention on him and flared my killing intent and my energy even more.

I stared at the War God for a few more seconds until I reigned back in my energy, letting out my breath as I sighed in relief.

I enveloped the master bolt in my energy to make it vanish then reappear in Zeus's hand having enough of it in my hand not liking the way it was burning in my hand. I take bandages out of my bag and wrap my dominate hand which is my right and lay back down again using Nico's leg as a pillow.

Annabeth sensing everything was good to go and continue reading started reading again.

"I Accidently Vaporize My Pre-Algebra Teacher." Annabeth read the title of the first chapter.

"Really? How did you do that?" Leo asked staring at Percy.

Percy grinned sheepishly. "I guess it will be in the book." He said rubbing his head.

Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood.

"Who does?" All the demigods mutter.

"I do!" I mumble quietly, hoping nobody heard me.

"Why? You already have amazing abilities." Nico whispered to me.

"I don't know. Ever since I read these books I always wanted to be a demigod regardless what kind of trouble they can get into." I whispered back.

If you're reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is:

"Run! Percy is giving advice!" Thalia yelled.

"Why?" Hermes asked, not getting why they needed to run.

"Things happen that we didn't want to happen when Percy gives us advice." Nico replied grinning.

"I give great advice! Things just… don't go the way I hope whenever I do." Percy said indignantly.

"I agree with Nico and Thalia! I've read the books, I know how what happens when he gives advice." I declared, raising up my injured hand and waving it around almost smacking Nico in the face with it.

Percy pouted at me as everyone laughed at my remark.

Close this book right now. Believe whatever lies your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life. Being a half-blood is dangerous. It's scary.

Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways. If you're a normal kid, reading this because you think its fiction, great. Read on. I envy you for being able to believe that none of this ever happened.

But if you recognize yourself in these pages—if you feel something stirring inside—stop reading immediately. You might be one of us. And once you know that, it's only a matter of time before they sense it too, and they'll come for you.

"That's actually great advice." Annabeth said, stopping from reading to compliment Percy but continued to read before anybody could say anything.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

"You didn't warn me!" Nico shouted, moving his leg from out of under my head making me smack my head on the ground.

"Nico. How could he when he just met you when you were already being attacked by a monster. It's not like he could have just told you that if you had a weird feeling inside of you and told you were a demigod to an unknown parent at the time, no offense Hades they didn't know at the time, you could have done anything to get away and hide in a room." I growled at Nico, not happy he made my head smack on the ground.

I glared at Nico as he tried to have me go back to use his leg as a pillow. I ignored him as I crawl over to Rachel and used her leg as a pillow instead of Nico, which annoyed him very much.

My name is Percy Jackson.

"Really? I didn't know that." I muttered sarcastically, being in a bad mood I couldn't help but to comment.

Everyone sensing my mood wisely didn't say anything or they would have faced my wraith.

I'm twelve years old. Until a few months ago, I was a boarding student at Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York.

Am I a troubled kid?

"YES." Everyone said except for Tyson and the Gods causing Percy to pout.

Yeah. You could say that.

"Ha! You even admit it!" Leo and Nico laughed, while the others smirked at Percy enjoying the book so far.

I could start at any point in my short miserable life to prove it, but things really started going bad last May, when our sixth-grade class took a field trip to Manhattan— twenty-eight mental-case kids and two teachers on a yellow school bus, heading to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to look at ancient Greek and Roman stuff.

"Ooo… Hecate can you take me to the Metropolitan Museum! I've only been to the American Museum of Natural History!" I asked, my eyes shining in excitement at the prospect to look at the art.

"When we are done here I'll take you." Hecate said, not wanting to spoil my excitement.

"Yay!" I cheered.

I know—it sounds like torture.

"For demigods' maybe that isn't related to Athena." I chirped getting a high five from Rachel and Annabeth, and a smile from Athena.

"Weren't you going to take a nap?" Nico said glaring at me.

In answer I just stuck out my tongue at him, making Aphrodite to giggle at the scene. I ignored her and put my attention back onto the book.

'I don't like him like that, Lady Aphrodite. It wouldn't work between us anyways, you will find out in the second series later on.' I thought.

Most Yancy field trips were.

But Mr. Brunner, our Latin teacher, was leading this trip, so I had hopes.

Mr. Brunner was this middle-aged guy in a motorized wheelchair. He had thinning hair and a scruffy beard and a frayed tweed jacket, which always smelled like coffee. You wouldn't think he'd be cool, but he told stories and jokes and let us play games in class. He also had this awesome collection of Roman armor and weapons, so he was the only teacher whose class didn't put me to sleep.

"Chiron?" Piper asked whispering to Percy.

"Yeah it is." Percy whispered back.

I hoped the trip would be okay. At least, I hoped that for once I wouldn't get in trouble. Boy, was I wrong. See, bad things happen to me on field trips. Like at my fifth-grade school, when we went to the Saratoga battlefield, I had this accident with a Revolutionary War cannon. I wasn't aiming for the school bus, but of course I got expelled anyway.

"What were you aiming for?" I asked Percy.

"I don't remember." Percy said, shrugging his shoulders.

I pouted, not getting the answer I wanted.

And before that, at my fourth-grade school, when we took a behind-the-scenes tour of the Marine World shark pool, I sort of hit the wrong lever on the catwalk and our class took an unplanned swim. And the time before that... Well, you get the idea.

"No! We want to hear more!" The three idiots whined (Apollo, Hermes, and Leo) that were enjoying the things Percy did.

This trip, I was determined to be good.

"Yea… Like that is going to happen." I muttered.

All the way into the city, I put up with Nancy Bobofit, the freckly, redheaded kleptomaniac girl, hitting my best friend Grover in the back of the head with chunks of peanut butter-and-ketchup sandwich. Grover was an easy target. He was scrawny. He cried when he got frustrated. He must've been held back several grades, because he was the only sixth grader with acne and the start of a wispy beard on his chin. On top of all that, he was crippled. He had a note excusing him from PE for the rest of his life because he had some kind of muscular disease in his legs. He walked funny, like every step hurt him, but don't let that fool you. You should've seen him run when it was enchilada day in the cafeteria.

"Grover…" Everyone besides the gods groaned.

Anyway, Nancy Bobofit was throwing wads of sandwich that stuck in his curly brown hair, and she knew I couldn't do anything back to her because I was already on probation. The headmaster had threatened me with death by in-school suspension if anything bad, embarrassing, or even mildly entertaining happened on this trip.

I suddenly grinned evilly which creeped everyone around me out. I disappeared in a flash only to reappear a minute later whistling innocently.

"What did you do?" Thalia asked, narrowing her eyes at me.

"I'll tell you after they find out who Percy's godly parent is." I said, still grinning.

"I'm going to kill her," I mumbled.

"Do it!" Ares shouted.

Grover tried to calm me down. "It's okay. I like peanut butter."

He dodged another piece of Nancy's lunch.

"That's it." I started to get up, but Grover pulled me back to my seat.

"No! Why did you stop him?!" Ares whined.

I mentally face palmed as I rolled my eyes.

"You're already on probation," He reminded me. "You know who'll get blamed if anything happens."

Looking back on it, I wished I'd decked Nancy Bobofit right then and there. In school suspension would've been nothing compared to the mess I was about to get myself into.

Everyone except for me became tensed.

Mr. Brunner led the 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.

"Longer." The Gods chorused together.

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 kind of interesting, but everybody around me was talking, and every time I told them to shut up, the other teacher 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. She had come to Yancy halfway through the year, when our last math teacher had a nervous breakdown.

Both Annabeth and Nico asked Percy a silent question with their eyes. Percy nodded his head and Annabeth continued on with reading.

From her first day, Mrs. Dodd's 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.

One time, after she'd made me erase answers out of old math workbooks until midnight, I told Grover I didn't think Mrs. Dodd's was human. He looked at me, real serious, and said, "You're absolutely right."

"Satyrs." Dionysus muttered shaking his head.

Poseidon was clutching his throne tightly with his hands in worry. He quickly relaxed before any of the other Gods noticed what he was doing.

Mr. Brunner kept talking about Greek funeral art. Finally, Nancy Bobofit snickered something about 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.

Everyone laughed, while Percy slouched to hide the blush on his face.

Mr. Brunner stopped his story.

"Mr. Jackson," he said, "Did you have a comment?"

My face was 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 the Gods except for Zeus shuddered at the memory.

"Yes," Mr. Brunner said, obviously not satisfied, "And he did this because ..."

"Well..." I racked my brain to remember. "Kronos was the king god,

"WHAT!" Zeus yelled, glaring down at Percy.

I rolled my eyes as Percy glared back and told him that he was only twelve and he knows now.

And—"

"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, and gave Kronos a rock to eat instead.

"Lord Zeus, did you look like a rock when you were a baby? Is that how you managed to grow up to defeat your dad?" I asked, causing all the Gods except for Zeus himself to laugh at my question.

"I don't look like a rock!" Zeus shouted.

And later, when Zeus grew up, he tricked his dad, Kronos, into barfing up his brothers and sisters—"

"Eeew!" said one of the girls behind me.

"—and so there was this big fight between the gods and the Titans," I continued, "And the gods won."

"You managed to shorten a war that lasted years in just a couple sentences." Apollo deadpanned, while Hermes snickered to himself.

Percy shrugged turning his attention back to the book missing Artemis smacking her brother.

Some snickers came from the group.

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.'"

"And why, Mr. Jackson," Brunner said, "To paraphrase Miss Bobofit's excellent question, does this matter in real life?"

"Oh to help be prepared to fight any monsters that may want to kill or capture on orders by evil beings." I muttered, sitting up clearly not getting the nap I wanted.

"Busted," Grover muttered.

"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.

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 of the Underworld. On that happy note, it's time for lunch. Mrs. Dodd's, 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.

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.

"He's older than that." Hades said.

"You must learn the 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 expect 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 armour and shouted: "What ho!'" and challenged us, sword-point against chalk, to run to the board and name every Greek and Roman person who had ever lived, and their mother, and what god they worshipped.

But Mr Brunner expected me to be as good as everybody else, despite the fact that I have dyslexia and attention deficit disorder and I had never made above a C— in my life. No—he didn't expect me 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.

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.

Everyone gives Zeus pointed stares. He grumbles under his breath.

We'd had massive snow storms, flooding, and wildfires from lightning strikes. I wouldn't have been surprised if this was a hurricane blowing in.

"I blame you." Zeus muttered to Poseidon, while Poseidon just rolled his eyes.

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, and, of course, Mrs. Dodd's 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?" Grover asked.

"Nah," I said. "Not from Brunner. I just wish he'd lay off me sometimes. I mean—I'm not a genius."

"Yup." I chirped, dodging the smack from Percy that was aimed at the back of my head.

I stuck my tongue out at him.

Grover didn't say anything for a while. Then, when I thought he was going to give me some deep philosophical comment to make me feel better, he said, "Can I have your apple?"

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. 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.

"Aww." I cooed, as I ruffled his head messing up his hair.

He glared at me as he smacked my hand away from his head to fix his hair.

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 cafe table.

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.

"Oops." She grinned at me with her crooked teeth. Her freckles were orange, as if somebody had spray-painted her face with liquid Cheetos.

I grinned the evil smile again at the thought of what I did to Nancy.

"What did you do to Nancy?" Percy asked, noticing my evil smile.

"Nothing…" I replied still smiling evilly.

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.

"A wave?" Hades and Zeus looked to Poseidon with suspicion.

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. Dodd's materialized next to us.

Some of the kids were whispering: "Did you see—"

"—the water—"

"—like it grabbed her—"

"POSEIDON!" Zeus screamed, "YOU BROKE THE OATH!" Poseidon sat on his throne looking disdainfully at his youngest brother; Hades had yet to say anything.

"Yes yes he did break the oath, but so did you. Twice might I say with the same woman in both your Greek form and then your Roman one." I said, with my arms over my chest giving Zeus a hard stare.

I didn't know what they were talking about. All I knew was that I was in trouble again.

As soon as Mrs. Dodd's was sure poor little Nancy was okay, promising to get her a new shirt at the museum gift shop, etc., etc., Mrs. Dodd's turned on me. There was a triumphant fire in her eyes, as if I'd done something she'd been waiting for all semester.

"Now, honey—"

"I know," I grumbled. "A month erasing workbooks."

That wasn't the right thing to say.

"Come with me," Mrs. Dodds said.

"Wait!" Grover yelped. "It was me. I pushed her."

I stared at him, stunned. I couldn't believe he was trying to cover for me. Mrs. Dodds scared Grover to death.

She glared at him so hard his whiskery chin trembled.

"I don't think so, Mr. Underwood," she said.

"But—"

"You—will—stay—here."

Grover looked at me desperately.

"It's okay, man," I told him. "Thanks for trying."

"Honey," Mrs. Dodds barked at me. "Now."

Nancy Bobofit smirked.

I gave her my deluxe I'll-kill-you-later stare.

"Shelby's is much worse." Percy, Annabeth, Thalia, and Nico said in unison.

"Really?" I asked, surprised that my 'I'll kill you' stare is much worse than Percy's.

"Yes." They chorused together.

"Sweet." I said, grinning,

Then I turned to face Mrs. Dodds, but she wasn't there. She was standing at the museum entrance, way at the top of the steps, gesturing impatiently at me to come on.

How'd she get there so fast?

I have moments like that a lot, when my brain falls asleep or something, and the next thing I know I've missed something, as if a puzzle piece fell out of the universe and left me staring at the blank place behind it. The school counselor told me this was part of the ADHD, my brain misinterpreting things.

I wasn't so sure. I went after Mrs. Dodds.

Halfway up the steps, I glanced back at Grover. He was looking pale, cutting his eyes between me and Mr. Brunner, like he wanted Mr. Brunner to notice what was going on, but Mr. Brunner was absorbed in his novel.

I looked back up. Mrs. Dodds had disappeared again. She was now inside the building, at the end of the entrance hall.

Okay, I thought. She's going to make me buy a new shirt for Nancy at the gift shop.

But apparently that wasn't the plan.

"Nope. I should know. My plans never work out the way I want them too." I grumbled, making some of the Gods and my friends to give me a worried look.

I followed her deeper into the museum. When I finally caught up to her, we were back in the Greek and Roman section.

Except for us, the gallery was empty.

Ares smirked, but quickly stopped smirking when he felt my glare on him.

Mrs. Dodds stood with her arms crossed in front of a big marble frieze of the Greek gods. She was making this weird noise in her throat, like growling.

Even without the noise, I would've been nervous. It's weird being alone with a teacher, especially Mrs. Dodds. Something about the way she looked at the frieze, as if she wanted to pulverize it...

"You've been giving us problems, honey," she said.

I did the safe thing. I said, "Yes, ma'am."

She tugged on the cuffs of her leather jacket. "Did you really think you would get away with it?"

The look in her eyes was beyond mad. It was evil.

She's a teacher, I thought nervously. It's not like she's going to hurt me.

I said, "I'll—I'll try harder, ma'am."

Thunder shook the building.

"We are not fools, Percy Jackson," Mrs. Dodds said. "It was only a matter of time before we found you out. Confess, and you will suffer less pain."

"What else was stolen besides Zeus's Master Bolt?" Athena asked, figuring out something else was stolen along with the master bolt.

I didn't know what she was talking about.

All I could think of was that the teachers must've found the illegal stash of candy I'd been selling out of my dorm room. Or maybe they'd realized I got my essay on Tom Sawyer from the Internet without ever reading the book and now they were going to take away my grade. Or worse, they were going to make me read the book.

"That reminds me, when we all leave and I go back home I should start reading Tom Sawyer." I said, making a reminder for myself.

"Well?" she demanded.

"Ma'am, I don't..."

"Your time is up," she hissed.

Then the weirdest thing happened. Her eyes began to glow like barbecue coals. Her fingers stretched, turning into talons. Her jacket melted into large, leathery wings. She wasn't human. She was a shriveled hag with bat wings and claws and a mouth full of yellow fangs, and she was about to slice me to ribbons.

"HADES! YOU SENT A FURY AFTER MY SON!" Poseidon roared, about to lunge off his throne to choke him when he was stopped by a force field.

"Poseidon, I know that you are angry, but that is nothing compared to what Percy has actually dealt with in the future in the other books. Please calm down and let Annabeth continue reading." I said, make an energy field around his throne to keep him from attacking Hades.

Poseidon scowled as he slumped back into his throne, glaring at Hades.

Then things got even stranger.

Mr. Brunner, who'd been out in front of the museum a minute before, wheeled his chair into the doorway of the gallery, holding a pen in his hand.

"What ho, Percy!" he shouted, and tossed the pen through the air.

Mrs. Dodds lunged at me.

With a yelp, I dodged and felt talons slash the air next to my ear. I snatched the ballpoint pen out of the air, but when it hit my hand, it wasn't a pen anymore. It was a sword—Mr. Brunner's bronze sword, which he always used on tournament day.

Mrs. Dodd's spun toward me with a murderous look in her eyes.

My knees were jelly. My hands were shaking so bad I almost dropped the sword.

"Wimp." Ares sneered.

I snapped my fingers and a bucket filled with cow manure appears above Ares head and proceeds to dump it all over him. I waved my hand at Ares making the moisture in the air rain down for a couple seconds to wash off the cow manure off of him.

"Cow manure, really?" Ares muttered, feeling put off by having cow pies dumped on him then drenched in water.

She snarled, "Die, honey!"

"I want some honey." I mumbled, as I took some honey out of my bag and start eating some with a spoon.

And she flew straight at me.

Absolute terror ran through my body. I did the only thing that came naturally: I swung the sword.

The metal blade hit her shoulder and passed clean through her body as if she were made of water. Hisss!

Mrs. Dodds was a sand castle in a power fan. She exploded into yellow powder, vaporized on the spot, leaving nothing but the smell of sulfur and a dying screech and a chill of evil in the air, as if those two glowing red eyes were still watching me.

I was alone.

There was a ballpoint pen in my hand.

Mr. Brunner wasn't there. Nobody was there but me.

My hands were still trembling. My lunch must've been contaminated with magic mushrooms or something.

Had I imagined the whole thing?

I went back outside.

It had started to rain.

Grover was sitting by the fountain, a museum map tented over his head. Nancy Bobofit was still standing there, soaked from her swim in the fountain, grumbling to her ugly friends. When she saw me, she said, "I hope Mrs. Kerr whipped your butt."

I said, "Who?"

"Our teacher. Duh!"

I blinked. We had no teacher named Mrs. Kerr. I asked Nancy what she was talking about.

She just rolled her eyes and turned away.

I asked Grover where Mrs. Dodd's was.

He said, "Who?" But he paused first, and he wouldn't look at me, so I thought he was messing with me.

"Not funny, man," I told him. "This is serious."

Thunder boomed overhead.

I saw Mr. Brunner sitting under his red umbrella, reading his book, as if he'd never moved. I went over to him.

He looked up, a little distracted. "Ah, that would be my pen. Please bring your own writing utensil in the future, Mr. Jackson."

I handed Mr. Brunner his pen. I hadn't even realized I was still holding it.

"Sir," I said, "Where's Mrs. Dodd's?"

He stared at me blankly. "Who?"

"The other chaperone. Mrs. Dodd's. The pre-algebra teacher."

He frowned and sat forward, looking mildly concerned. "Percy, there is no Mrs. Dodd's on this trip. As far as I know, there has never been a Mrs. Dodd's at Yancy Academy. Are you feeling all right?"

"That's the end of the first chapter." Annabeth said, finished reading.

"Shelby choose who gets to read now." Hecate said, making everyone look at me.

I look up with a spoon in my mouth from eating honey straight out of the jar. I take the spoon out of my mouth and shove the jar and spoon back into my bag. Annabeth threw the book at me as I thought over who should read the next chapter.

"Lady Athena, do you want to read?" I asked her, standing up to walk over to hand her the book.

"Sure." Athena said, taking the book from my hand and cleared her throat to start reading.

I stretched before sitting back down to listen to the next chapter.

A/N: That's the end of the chapter. Please review!

* It means 'I know but you still get in a lot of trouble on your own!'