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

*I Battle My Jerk Relative

Note: Finally, this chapter is up! Two more chapters of The Lightning Thief to go!

Zeus's voice thundered with irritation and unease. "She must return the bolt by sundown—if she fails, the consequences will likely be catastrophic."

Hera shook her head. "My niece shouldn't even be burdened with this responsibility. The foolish quarrels of our counterparts have placed her in an impossible position."

Poseidon's voice rumbled like a storm beneath the sea. "She'll make it. I believe Percilla will successfully complete her quest."

New Title:

I Battle My Jerk Relative

"WHAT?!" everyone exclaimed in shock.

"Are you serious?!" Loki shouted.

"No way that is happening!" Shiva protested, his expression grim.

The sight of the title made many gods, including Susano'o, Thor, Hercules, and Adamas, straighten themselves in alarm.

"IS SHE GOING TO FIGHT ARES?!" Zeus shouted, his voice echoing through the chamber.

"My cousin is going to fight my copy?!" Ares cried out, his voice laced with shock and fear.

Poseidon looked uneasy and yelled, "No, it can't be! Percilla is only a halfling! How will she be able to battle a god?!"

"That's right!" Rhea agreed, shouting as well. "My granddaughter is inexperienced! How could she challenge a god of war?"

"But somehow, she survived this," Hades reminded them, his tone calm yet heavy. "Don't forget we are watching events that have already passed."

"Then, do you think she beat him, brother?" Zeus asked.

"Just watch, and you'll get your answer," Hades replied.

The gods, especially Poseidon, could no longer relax as they watched the next scene unfold.

A Coast Guard boat picked us up, but they were too busy to keep us for long, or to wonder how three kids in street clothes had gotten out into the middle of the bay. There was a disaster to mop up. Their radios were jammed with distress calls.

They dropped us off at the Santa Monica Pier with towels around our shoulders and water bottles that said I'M A JUNIOR COAST GUARD! and sped off to save more people.

Our clothes were sopping wet, even mine. When the Coast Guard boat had appeared, I'd silently prayed they wouldn't pick me out of the water and find me perfectly dry, which might've raised some eyebrows. So I'd willed myself to get soaked. Sure enough, my usual waterproof magic had abandoned me. I was also barefoot, because I'd given my shoes to Grover. Better the Coast Guard wonder why one of us was barefoot than wonder why one of us had hooves.

"That was some quick thinking," Athena commented. "She prevented any suspicion from the Coast Guard."

Apollo raised an eyebrow, looking at Grover's shoes. "A clever cover-up. Not bad."

Poseidon nodded in approval. "She's getting better at controlling the water. Now she can willingly make herself dry or wet."

After reaching dry land, we stumbled down the beach, watching the city burn against a beautiful sunrise. I felt as if I'd just come back from the dead—which I had. My backpack was heavy with Zeus's master bolt. My heart was even heavier from seeing my mother.

"My poor granddaughter," Rhea murmured, her voice filled with a mixture of sympathy and sorrow. "It bothers me that she had to leave behind her mother behind in that other Hades' grasp."