Oh my gods you guys i am so sorry for the big delay. i have so many reasons. Camp, writer's block, two weeks in Twilight country, sooooo many excuses. Please don't kill me. one more chapter and then it's complete. 'sniff'. this story has been so fun to write. thanks for all the reviews and many more to come, hopefully.

Disclaimer: Percy ain't mine. But i wish Apollo was my dad though. then he will me. muahahahaha

Chapter 12: A God Pranks Us

I could tell that there was tension in the air because of the whole cussing incident. Chiron was about ready to send an Iris Message to Artemis to tell her the Hunters were not behaving at all in the last couple of days, when my best friend, Grover, who was a satyr, came running out of the forest with a frightened look on his face.

"Chiron, Mr. D!"

"Oh great," The Wine god huffed. "What do you want, Graver?"

"It's Grover, sir and I-I saw t-t-he-" Grover trailed off stuttering in his speech.

"Get on with it, goat!"

"The Minotaur," Grover said.

Oh great, bull-man's back. Ever since the stupid thing almost killed my mother three years ago, I have been waiting for him to come back and this time I was ready. I'm going to whoop his meaty butt.

I heard a very loud roar coming through the forest.

He was coming.

Chiron yelled a command in Ancient Greek which was, "Ήρωες πάρετε πανοπλία σας και να προετοιμαστεί για την καταπολέμηση," which was in English Heroes get your armor and prepare to fight.

We did as we were told to do and everyone came back within five minutes in full battle gear, looking as though they might not get to see their friends again after this battle. Some were sending death glares at me saying to let them get the Minotaur this time and not me. Oh man I don't know what the heck to do.

I was too busy daydreaming when I saw Annabeth by my side snapping me out of my daydream. "Percy, pay attention!" she screamed in my ear.

I turned around and saw what she meant. The Minotaur was coming for me and me alone. Oh Zeus, I prayed. Please don't let me be a monster's Happy Meal!

This time I was ready to turn that bull to goo. I charged straight for him and climbed up his back and clicked Riptide, which was a pen that turned to a sword when clicked, and tried to aim for his weak spot, the top of his head. I stabbed it and dragged my sword out of it and it was covered in monster blood.

The Minotaur roared before he disintegrated into golden dust.

The camp cheered as I jumped down.

After the celebrating and congratulating, and some evil glares from Clarisse, a very loud groan came from somewhere in the forest. Oh great, another monster. The whole camp looked surprised at who was running out of the forest, laughing his head off as if it were some prank. It wasn't one of the campers.

"Ha- ha- ha- ha- ha," The man- or should I say god- laughed. "George said it wouldn't work, but it did! You should've seen your faces!"

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