The Sea Tyrant's Obsession (PJO x ROR) *18+* WTM/WTS Book 1

*We Capture A Flag

"Something will happen to that camp. That's why she said she will only get to enjoy it briefly," said Artemis.

Artemis's words hung in the air, causing a ripple of unease among the gathered gods. They exchanged glances, each lost in their own thoughts about what might befall the camp.

The next title appeared on the screen:

We Capture A Flag

"I am quite curious what this is about. Why would she capture a flag?," Asked Ares in interest, thinking the girl is going to war.

Loki rolled his eyes."It's a human game Ares. They capture flags as part of a competition, not literally." He explained, being more knowledgeable about human activities since he actually visits Midgard often.

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.

Each morning I took Ancient Greek from Anthony, and we talked about the gods and goddesses in the present tense, which was kind of weird. I discovered Anthony 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.

"I'd like to see her try to learn other languages, like Chinese," said Sun Wukong, a Chinese god known as the Monkey King.

"And Japanese," added Benzaiten, the Shinto goddess of fortune.

"Don't forget Hindi," Rudra exclaimed, the Hindu god of Storms. Shiva and other Hindu gods nodded.

The rest of the day, I'd rotate through outdoor activities, looking for something I was good at. Chiron tried to teach me archery, but we found out pretty quick I wasn't any good with a bow and arrow. He didn't complain, even when he had to desnag a stray arrow out of his tail.

"I can teach her archery," Apollo piped up, which earned him a glare from Poseidon.

"Do not go near her or touch her," Poseidon said menacingly.

The Sun god gulped but hurriedly nodded.

Foot racing? No good either. The wood-nymph instructors left me in the dust. They told me not to worry about it. They'd had centuries of practice running away from lovesick gods.

Everyone side-eyed Apollo, as well as the Greek god Alpheus, the river god.

"What?" Apollo looked surprised at the stares. "It was only one time! Not like father, who chased, like a kajillion of them!"

Zeus gasped at the audacity of his son.

"I'll have you know, my son," Zeus thundered, his voice echoing through the council, "that it was like six! I never pursued anyone who didn't eventually come to appreciate my...charms." He straightened, lightning crackling faintly around his form as if to emphasize his point.

Hera seethed on her throne, while the other Olympians shook their heads or rolled their eyes.

"Idiot," Poseidon muttered.

"Zeus, you dumbass!" Exclaimed Adamas, exasperated.

But still, it was a little humiliating to be slower than a tree.

And wrestling? Forget it. Every time I got on the mat, Clarisse would pulverize me.

Ares let out a suffering groan, earning a pat on his shoulder from Aphrodite.

Poseidon's eyes look like its shooting lasers towards the Ares girl.

"There's more where that came from, punk," she'd mumble in my ear.