Percy Jackson and The Olde Olympus by knowledgechild

Chapter 8: I Become Supreme Lord of the Bathroom

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All words in bold were written by Rick Riordan

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Athena was not happy about this situation, not one bit. Worse than having to see Poseidon was reading about his future spawn. She didn't hate him, but she disliked him very, very much. Especially after everything.

The sad thing is, she misses Atlantis and she misses Triton.

Forget it Athena thought It is not good to dwell on the past.

She focused her thoughts towards the reading once more.

Once I got over the fact that my Latin teacher was a horse, we had a nice tour, though I was careful not to walk behind him. I'd done pooper-scooper patrol in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade a few times, and, I'm sorry, I did not trust Chiron's back end the way I trusted his front.

The gods had to stop the laughter from coming out, this was already taking so long.

We passed the volleyball pit. Several of the campers nudged each other. One pointed to the Minotaur horn I was carrying. Another said, 'That's him.' Most of the campers were older than me.

Their satyr friends were bigger than Grover, all of them trotting around in orange CAMP HALF-BLOOD T-shirts, with nothing else to cover their bare shaggy hindquarters. I wasn't normally shy, but the way they stared at me made me uncomfortable. I felt like they were expecting me to do a cartwheel or something.

I looked back at the farmhouse. It was a lot bigger than I'd realized – four storeys tall, sky blue with white trim, like an upmarket seaside resort. I was checking out the brass eagle weather vane on top when something caught my eye, a shadow in the uppermost window of the attic gable.

Something had moved the curtain, just for a second, and I got the distinct impression I was being watched.

"Wait, what?" Apollo looked surprised, the Wisdom goddess lifted her eyebrow.

"What's up there?" I asked Chiron.

He looked where I was pointing, and his smile faded. "Just the attic."

"Somebody lives there?"

"No," he said with finality. "Not a single living thing."

"His pep talks may be bad, but he is smart as fuck." Dionysus nodded at the boy's side.

I got the feeling he was being truthful. But I was also sure something had moved that curtain. "Come along, Percy," Chiron said, his lighthearted tone now a little forced. "Lots to see."

We walked through the strawberry fields, where campers were picking bushels of berries while a satyr played a tune on a reed pipe.

Chiron told me the camp grew a nice crop for export to New York restaurants and Mount Olympus. "It pays our expenses," he explained. "And the strawberries take almost no effort." He said Mr D had this effect on fruit-bearing plants: they just went crazy when he was around.