The Fate in Our Hands: King of The Titans

For a father's sin the sons shall pay

IX. For a father's sin the sons shall pay

Bellerophon accepted the book and opened it at the right chapter, he was still not sure as to what to make out of his little brother who wasn't even born jet, but seeing how much Theseus and Orion seemed to be attached to him already he figured that he was an ok kid. An ok, but still pretty strange kid even for they standards.

"The next chapter is called We Capture a Flag" he read at which the Greek demigods cheered while the Romans looked curious, well this should be interesting seeing that after his knowledge getting an army's flag had a deciding meaning in a fight.

"We also play that game in school." Matthew called proudly at which the demigods turned to him and Bobby nodded beside his brother.

"Those capture the flag games are for mortals, ours is much better." Clarisse replied with a small sneer while she remembered that baby game they played in school, she always was sent to the principal for beating up those who approached whenever she was put to guard duty. Really, what did they think guard duty meant that she will let them pass?

"It was already mentioned the last chapter, the mortal version never ends in broken bones." Chris added in knowingly as the three sons of Apollo rubbed they past wounds again.

"I got once a bruise on my arm." Matthew said back, he wanted to prove to his big sister that they are as good as those people she was sitting with, but all he got were a few eyerolles and the older children turned back. He and Bobby would need a new plan to use, the getting her mommy to help then would be no good, because the lady with they sister's eyes didn't look happy when she looked at they dad.

"Broken bones hurt more." Perses called over to the other small boy as he remembered how he had once snuck into the stalls and with great difficulties climbed on the back of his dad's horse and fell down breaking his arm. He got scolded for that and his arm was in a shin for a long time.

"Just continue son." Poseidon told Bellerophon who nodded to his father and continued before an argument could start.

The next few days I settled into a routine that felt almost normal, if you don't count the fact that I was getting lessons from satyrs, nymphs, and a centaur.

"You are not only teached by Chiron?" Trickster asked stunned, sure the spirits in camp gave occasionally tips and Lupa does training mostly in the Wolf House, but nothing other they train with they cohorts.

"Yes, so we have all the same training in different levels and the gaps in one's skills are not that large." Annabeth explained to they other cousins who nodded in understanding.

Each morning I took Ancient Greek from Annabeth,

Said girl blushed at this while her friends snickered.

and we talked about the gods and goddesses in the present tense, which was kind of weird. I discovered Annabeth was right about my dyslexia: Ancient Greek wasn't that hard for me to read. At least, no harder than English. After a couple of mornings, I could stumble through a few lines of Homer without too much headache.

"Huh, what did he write?" Jason asked who had a few encounters with him and they tended to talk pretty much with each other about philosophy, poetry and his adventures. He was an amusing man.

"In the future will he have two pretty famous works called the Iliad and Odyssey which is basically the writing down of the Trojan War and Odysseus's adventures in words. The mortals think that they are only fiction and made up, but enjoy them greatly." Lee supplied at which those who were in that war exchanged wide eyed glances while trying to not show that they felt kind of embarrassed about this tibit of information, mostly the gods.