Seer Of The Sea

chapter one

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𝗣𝗵𝗲𝗮-𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸
𝔒𝔥𝔢𝔞-𝔰𝔢𝔞 𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔨/𝔖𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱
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𝗜 𝗔𝗖𝗖𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 𝗩𝗔𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗭𝗘 𝗠𝗬 𝗣𝗥𝗘-𝗔𝗟𝗚𝗘𝗕𝗥𝗔 𝗧𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗥
the gods were all confused while Phasipea groaned and sunk in her seat making the demigods laugh making the gods even more confused but Poseidon grew worried for his first demigod daughter.
𝗟𝗼𝗼𝗸, 𝗜 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳-𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱.
All demigods mutters in agreement. The gods grew worried wondering what has happened
𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲, 𝗺𝘆 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝘀:
Thalia dramatically gasps "she's giving advice, the world is ending". Phasipea hits her shoulder making the huntress wince slightly.
𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘄. 𝗕𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁-𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝗺 𝗼𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗮 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲. 𝗕𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳-𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀.
" yup" said Leo solemnly
𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝘆. 𝗠𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲, 𝗶𝘁 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗳𝘂𝗹, 𝗻𝗮𝘀𝘁𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀.
"Absolutely" said luke also solemnly. The gods looked to each other
𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗹 𝗸𝗶𝗱, 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 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. 𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗜 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂.
"You didn't though" luke said cheeky, getting a look from his best friend
𝗠𝘆 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗣𝗵𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗽𝗲𝗮 𝗔𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗱𝗮 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗼𝗻.
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.
"Yes" choruses all the demigods while phasipea just gave a suffering sigh
𝗔𝗺 𝗜 𝗮 𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗸𝗶𝗱?
𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗵. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁.
"She admits it! " said Charles laughing at the Child of Sea
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.
"Athena and Annabeth sigh in pleasure at that
𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄-𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲.
Annabeth looked at her friend with a raised eyebrow, said friend merely shrugged with a innocent smile.
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.
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. 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.
"Awesome" said Ares
Her friends looked at her
"The sharks wanted to play with me! " she defends herself
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁... 𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗹, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮.
"No go on" said Hermes, Ares and Apollo unnoticed by the gods a certain sea green eyed woman looked at the sun god lovingly only to be elbowed in her ribs by her cousin
"He's not your Apollo Romi" Thalia said sadly while the Girl nodded her head and put it on The huntress's shoulder.
𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗽, 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱.
"Yea that won't happen" dead panned Nico
"Hey! I tried!" said the daughter of Poseidon
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.
"Gee Sia thanks" said Grover
"Anytime Grov anytime" she said to her satry best friend
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. 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'𝗺 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗿," 𝗜 𝗺𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱.
𝗚𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗺 𝗺𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻. "𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆. 𝗜 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘂𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿."
"In your hair? " asked Piper incredulous.
The satry just huffed and the child of love
𝗛𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗱𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗡𝗮𝗻𝗰𝘆'𝘀 𝗹𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗵.
"𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗶𝘁." 𝗜 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘂𝗽, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗚𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘁.
"𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗼𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻," 𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲. "𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗼'𝗹𝗹 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘀."
𝗟𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘁, 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵 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.
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. 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 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿-𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 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
"Mental breakdown totally" murmers Thalia making her cousins smirk at her
..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. 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." 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.
"It always does Andy " said Nico patting her shoulder while she pouts slightly
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽 𝗹𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝗲𝗱. 𝗠𝗿. 𝗕𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆.
"𝗠𝘀. 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?"
The elder gods all shuddered and groaned
"Really Chiron" asked Hestia
The centaur just shrugged his shoulders with a sheepish smile
"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-"
"God?! " thundered Zues making everyone roll their eyes and ignore him making him huff
"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. 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 really just-" Annabeth began looking incredulous at her best friend/sister
"I totally did" she said with mirth in her eyes
𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗿𝘀 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, 𝗠𝘀. 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗼𝗻," 𝗕𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱, "𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗠𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗯𝗼𝗳𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀  𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲?"
"Busted" said Hermes
"𝗕𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱," 𝗚𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝘂𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱.
"Haha you think like a goat" said Apollo laughing
"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, 𝗠𝘀. 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. 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. 𝗚𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗠𝗿. 𝗕𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱, "𝗠𝘀. 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 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 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿-𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁. 𝗜 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵. 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗣𝗵𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗽𝗲𝗮 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 𝗽𝗲𝗿-𝘀𝗼𝗻 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.
Athena and Annabeth both looked aghast but Annabeth understood more while Athena merely didn't like the sea spawn
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.
"I had" said the son of Kronos sadly
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. 𝗪𝗲'𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗺𝘀, 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀. 𝗜 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 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, 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?" 𝗚𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗲𝗱.
"𝗡𝗮𝗵," 𝗜 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱. "𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗕𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿. 𝗜 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗵𝗲'𝗱 𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀. 𝗜 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗶'𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗶𝘂𝘀."
Annabeth, Luke and Thalia looked at their best friend knowing that she was extremely smart but not always when it's needed.
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.
again the 3 looked to her knowing she normally had and appetite but Grover looked knowingly at her which she ignored
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.
"Mommy's girl" said Clarisse teasingly
"I don't blame her. Sally is the best" said Thalia dreamily making Phasipea smirk and stick her tongue out at the daughter of war.
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 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 𝘀𝗽𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗹𝗶𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗱 𝗖𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗼𝘀.
"I love your mind Phea" said Luke laughing hard.
𝗜 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗼𝗹. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀, "𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗲𝗿."
"That shite never works! " said Phasipea while her friends laughed at her
𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗸. 𝗔 𝘄𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀.
𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘄, 𝗡𝗮𝗻𝗰𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝘂𝘁𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻,  𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴, "𝗣𝗵𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗽𝗲𝗮 𝗽𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲!"
𝗠𝗿𝘀. 𝗗𝗼𝗱𝗱𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘂𝘀. 𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗱𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: "𝗗𝗶𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗲𝗲-"
"-𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿-"
"-𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿-"
"If only it drowned her" The daughter of seas grumbled. Her friends looked amused at her.
𝗜 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁. 𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻.
𝗔𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝘀 𝗠𝗿𝘀. 𝗗𝗼𝗱𝗱𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗼𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗡𝗮𝗻𝗰𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆, 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗺 𝗴𝗶𝗳𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗽, 𝗲𝘁𝗰., 𝗲𝘁𝗰., 𝗠𝗿𝘀. 𝗗𝗼𝗱𝗱𝘀 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."
"Never guess the punishment" said both Hermes and Apollo
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.
The demigods all shuddered thinking about Phasipea glare
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?
Poseidon looked suspiciously at Hades while Nico's eyes widened
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.
At Poseidons glare chiron explains
"I knew what was going on I just wanted to see how she dealt with it" making the king of Atlantis nod begrudgingly
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.
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. 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.
Phasipea snorted "stupid young me" she muttered only to get hit in the head by Hazel
"Aye Gem what the tarturus was that for"
"Don't be mean to yourself even your younger self" she said sternly
"Fine"
𝗜 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱, "𝗜'𝗹𝗹-𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗺𝗮'𝗮𝗺."
𝗧𝗵𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴.
"𝗪𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗹𝘀, 𝗣𝗵𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗽𝗲𝗮 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗼𝗻," 𝗠𝗿𝘀. 𝗗𝗼𝗱𝗱𝘀 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱. "𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗼𝘂𝘁. 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝘂𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻."
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.
"uncle P I love your Daughter" said Hermes laughing while Poseidon looked Proud at his only daughter.
"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,
"FURY! YOU SENT A FURY AFTER MY CHILD" yelled the enraged God of seas
"It's my future self! " Hades defends himself
𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗯𝗼𝗻𝘀. 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, 𝗣𝗵𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗽𝗲𝗮!" 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. 𝗗𝗼𝗱𝗱𝘀 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.
𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝗱, "𝗗𝗶𝗲, 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆!"
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝗲𝘄 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗲. 𝗔𝗯𝘀𝗼𝗹𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆. 𝗜 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆: 𝗜 𝘀𝘄𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱.
"Of course that comes naturally to you" said Piper with a suffering sigh
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."
"Who? " asked Apollo
𝗜 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱, "𝗪𝗵𝗼?"
Apollo blushed gold
"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. 𝗗𝗼𝗱𝗱𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀.
𝗛𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱, "𝗪𝗵𝗼?"
𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗲, 𝘀𝗼 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗲.
"Seriously Grover we gotta teach you to lie" Thalia said
"I've gotten better! " Grover said
"Yea because Romi helped" said Thalia smirking at the satry.
"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, 𝗠𝘀. 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗼𝗻."
𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗠𝗿. 𝗕𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗲𝗻. 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘁.
"𝗦𝗶𝗿," 𝗜 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱, "𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝗠𝗿𝘀. 𝗗𝗼𝗱𝗱𝘀?"
𝗛𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗹𝘆. "𝗪𝗵𝗼?"
"𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗲. 𝗠𝗿𝘀. 𝗗𝗼𝗱𝗱𝘀. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗲-𝗮𝗹𝗴𝗲𝗯𝗿𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿."
𝗛𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗮𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱, 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱. "𝗣𝗵𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗽𝗲𝗮 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼 𝗠𝗿𝘀. 𝗗𝗼𝗱𝗱𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗽. 𝗔𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗿  𝗮𝘀 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗮 𝗠𝗿𝘀. 𝗗𝗼𝗱𝗱𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝗬𝗮𝗻𝗰𝘆 𝗔𝗰𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗺𝘆. 𝗔𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁?"
"Chapters done. Who's next? " asked Beckendorf
"I will" said Piper taking the book and reading the title
𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝗢𝗟𝗗 𝗟𝗔𝗗𝗜𝗘𝗦 𝗞𝗡𝗜𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗢𝗖𝗞𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛
Many looked confused while Grover and phasipea pale

Chapters done!!! Sorry it took so long me and my family are getting ready to move to the updates may be slow but I will try my best to post!!!
The part of Phasipea Sight will be shown soon!! If anyone wants a more in depth explanation on why she's different just ask and I will try my best to explain it!!