The Fate in Our Hands: King of The Titans

If this is the second, I dread the first

A/N: Here's the next chapter, as promised. I do have to go back and edit the first two chapters for the later chapters I'm writing to make sense plot-wise. So the current plan is to 1. either have them go back after finishing TLT and then, after changing things, come back to read the next book and so on. OR 2. They read all the books(Yes, even Trials of Apollo), and THEN they go back to change things(the ancient gods changing things will be a sorta spin-off series.) So which idea do you guys want to read? Either one of them will go along with my current plan, but I don't know which one to choose.

My friend Krypton Joy Writes from FFN is helping me write this story. He's both my Beta Reader and my Co-Writer(after chapter 22) for this story.

Next Chapter- XV. What is this talk about gifts? 06/27/23

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XIV. If this is the second, I dread the first

We spent two days on the Amtrak train, heading west through hills, over rivers, past amber waves of grain.

We weren't attacked once, but I didn't relax.

"Good, with the luck you had so far is it better if you stay alert." Jay said, he really had no clue what the guy could have done to annoy Felix's mother's Greek counterpart, even before he knew that he was a demigod then he could not imagine how one could have so much bad luck in almost one go.

"Saddly, judging by the title will that not be of much help to avoid trouble." Castor said while looking over at his twin who nodded his head in agreement at the statement.

"I would feel better if the word 'death' would not stand in the title." Theseus mumbled to himself as he painfully remembered his beloved step-father plunging himself to death from the tower when he saw the black sails.

I felt that we were traveling around in a display case, being watched from above and maybe from below, that something was waiting for the right opportunity.

I tried to keep a low profile because my name and picture were splattered over the front pages of several East Coast newspapers.

There was a new wave of growls while Athena filled in her nephew about the ground for the reaction when she noticed Pan looking at her questioningly.

The Trenton Register-News showed a photo taken by a tourist as I got off the Greyhound bus. I had a wild look in my eyes. My sword was a metallic blur in my hands. It might've been a baseball bat or a lacrosse stick.

"Sometimes, the mist can be also a real a pain." Misty said while the others nodded in agreement, it could really have made the sword look like something which could not be used as a weapon that would have been more preferred then.

The picture's caption read:

Twelve-year-old Percy Jackson, wanted for questioning in the Long Island disappearance of his mother two weeks ago, is shown here fleeing from the bus where he accosted several elderly female passengers.

"I wonder if that reporter could meet with Alecto and her sisters and still think that they are fable elderly ladies." Lance said while looking over at his two annoyed looking cousins.

"Don't even think about it, if it is not their time to die then they wont be meeting them, there is enough work to do in the Underworld without such trips." Henry told the other with a small glare.

"Only a suggestion." the other defended, but the glare didn't lessen.

The bus exploded on an east New Jersey roadside shortly after Jackson fled the scene. Based on eyewitness accounts, police believe the boy may be traveling with two teenage accomplices.