The Fate in Our Hands: King of The Titans

Lord of what?

VII. Lord of what?

Looking down at the new chapter title needed Odysseus to raise an eyebrow and to refrain himself from shaking his head. Really, the daughter of his Wise Lady had truly an interesting taste in young men, but of course would he not mention that out loud. He had seen what that girl with the tricoloured eyes could have done so he didn't wish to risk irking her wrath.

A Mortal Goddess indeed, though her purpose was veiled in front of him, but looking at her something told him that it was not positive, but carry a great meaning in the future.

I Become Supreme Lord of the Bathroom

At this broke many out laughing at the title while Ace had a scowl on his face knowing what would be happening to his mother in this chapter.

"I love Percy's titles." Travis gasped.

After the laughter died down could Odysseus continue in his reading, but even he had a small smile on his lips.

Once I got over the fact that my Latin teacher was a horse,

"I'm a centaur and not a horse." Chiron said slightly offended while Lupa rolled her silver eyes.

"Keep quiet Chiron, at least half of you is a horse so the boy was pretty accurate for someone who is probably still confused and coming down from a shock." the wolf chided him before turning back to the book, the demigods of both camps only snickered at the look Chiron had on his face as he tried to come up with a comeback, but could not.

"I'm still not a horse." he pouted which made Lupa roll her eyes again and shift her tail to rest beside her other side.

"Grow up, you had enough decades for that." she replied back while Apollo and Hermes laughed, the other gods were only smirking at the pair.

"Never knew that Lupa could be like this." Trickster whispered to the others who nodded in amusement.

we had a nice tour, though I was careful not to walk behind him.

"Huh?" Chiron asked while Odysseus shook his head, this guy had a knack to be amusing.

I'd done pooper-scooper patrol in the Macy's ThanksgivingDay Parade a few times, and, I'm sorry, I did not trust Chiron's back end the way I trusted his front.

"Excuse me!" Chiron broke out in embarrassment while all around him the others broke out laughing which took a good five minutes to calm down enough so that the King of Ithaca could continue with the reading, but even then could a few stray snickers still be heard.

We passed the volleyball pit. Several of the campers nudged each other. One pointed to the minotaur horn I was carrying. Another said, "That's him."

Most of the campers were older than me. Their satyr friends were bigger than Grover, all of them trotting around in orange CAMP HALF-BLOOD T-shirts, with nothing else to cover their bare shaggy hindquarters. I wasn't normally shy, but the way they stared at me made me uncomfortable. I felt like they were expecting me to do a flip or something.

"Were we?" Connor asked the nine behind them.

"Some of you might have the others not so sure." Misty told her dad.

"Also now he can deal better with stares whenever he gets surrounded by his fans." Luke laughed, but waved that they will understand after the books are done.

I looked back at the farmhouse. It was a lot bigger than I'd realized—four stories tall, sky blue with white trim, like an upscale seaside resort. I was checking out the brass eagle