BY fates design

Fury

Percy burrier his head into Cassiopeia's neck placing a small kiss where her neck and shoulder joined, "are you ok?" She whispered to him, running her delicate fingers through his blonde curls. He hummed softly as he nodded, "just tired, I know what is going to happen next and I don't want to think about it." He admitted, pulling her even closer to himself, his hands settled on her stomach.

"Excuse me." She suddenly shot up and ran to the nearest bathroom, Percy following behind. Euphemia smiled knowingly at her granddaughter's retreating figure, "when is she going to tell us?" She whispered to Eleana who had moved to sit beside her. "I have no idea." She replied with a sigh.

Somewhere in New York
'Am I a troubled kid?
Yeah, you could say that.'

A young blonde haired boy sat staring intensely at the seat in front of him as the ginger girl behind him threw chunks of food at his friend's head. "I'm going to kill her." He mumbled while his friend looked at him panicked. "It's ok, I like peanut butter." He tried to calm down the blonde boy, dodging another chunk of Nancy Bobofit, the unpleasant ginger girl behind them,'s lunch.

The hall collectively cringed as they saw the food stuck in his hair.

"That's it." He began to stand up before his curly dark haired friend pulled him back down, "you're already on probation Percy," he reminded, "you know who will get the blame if anything happens." Exciting the school bus they went around a tour of a museum lead by Mr Brunner, a middle aged teacher in a motorised wheelchair with thinning hair and a scruffy beard, he taught Latin at Yancy academy.

He rode up the front, guiding the students through echoing galleries and passed marble statues, he gathered them all around a 4 feet tall stone column with a big sphinx on the top and began to explain how it had been a grave marker or a stele for a young girl about their age, he spoke about the carvings on the side and Percy was trying to listen as it was kind of fascinating but clearly no one else thought as much as they kept talking, and every time he told them to shut up the little algebra teacher in a leather jacket, Mrs Dodds would glare at him. Mrs Dodds had always had a bias towards Nancy and a distaste in regard to Percy, she would point her crooked finger at him and speak in an overly sweet tone, "now honey." And he knew he was in trouble.

Percy distinctly remembers after one of his detentions cleaning old math books until past midnight when he told Grover, his scrawny, defenceless friend that he didn't think that Mrs Dodds was human. Grover had looked right at him and in all seriousness replied, "you're absolutely right."
Mr Brunner kept talking about the Greek funeral art and finally Percy snapped, having enough of Nancy's snickering and talking, "will you shut up?" He hissed.

It was louder than he intended and caused laughter to spread through the students, "Mr Jackson," Mr Brunner addressed, "did you have a comment?" Percy's face flushed red. "No sir." Mr Brunner pointed at one of the pictures on the stele, "perhaps you can tell us what this depicts?"

He looked over the carving and relief flushed over him when he recognised it, "that's Kronos eating his kids, right?"
"Correct," mr Brunner said, clearly not satisfied with the answer, "and he did this because..."
"Well..." Percy's mind raced to remember, "Kronos was the king of the gods and -"

Zeus growled at the mistake, thunder rumbling outside the castle.

"Gods?" Mr Brunner interrupted.
"Titans," he corrected. "And... he didn't trust his kids, who were the gods. So Kronos ate them, right? But his wife hid Zeus and gave Kronos a rock instead. Later Zeus grew up and tricked his father, Kronos into throwing up his brothers and sisters-"
"Ewww!" Said one of the girls behind him.
"And so there was a big battle between the gods and titans," he continued, "and the gods won."