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

*The Prophecy Comes True

Note: It's finally here! The last chapter of The Lightning Thief! I was able to finish it before the New Year AND Christmas!

The Titaness's exultant laughter echoed through the council room, attracting the attention of other gods who turned to watch her.

Zeus laughed uproariously. "Oh, if her mother uses the head, it'll be deliciously satisfying! That mortal would get what's coming to him!"

Hades grinned. "Another soul to add to the population of my counterpart's domain."

Poseidon didn't show any emotion, but he felt glad that the mortal abomination would soon die by his own wife's hands.

New Title:

The Prophecy Comes True

The title left everyone confused.

"Yes, we know the prophecy comes true," Apollo said dryly. "We saw it happen."

We were the first heroes to return alive to Half-Blood Hill since Luke, so of course everybody treated us as if we'd won some reality-TV contest. According to camp tradition, we wore laurel wreaths to a big feast prepared in our honor, then led a procession down to the bonfire, where we got to burn the burial shrouds our cabins had made for us in our absence.

Anthony's shroud was so beautiful—gray silk with embroidered owls—I told him it seemed a shame not to bury him in it. He punched me and told me to shut up.

Athena admired the designs on the shroud.

A certain god with anger issues scowled furiously at this half-blood for punching his daughter (even if it was playful). He considered burying the boy alive himself.

Being the daughter of Poseidon, I didn't have any cabin mates, so the Ares cabin had volunteered to make my shroud.

"That's nice of my children to do. I guess they're starting to warm up to her," Ares commented.

They'd taken an old bedsheet and painted smiley faces with X'ed-out eyes around the border, and the word LOSER painted really big in the middle.

Ares stared at the shroud, his jaw dropping in disbelief. "Wait... what?" he sputtered. He gaped at the design for another moment before rubbing his temples. "I take it back. They're still idiots."

It was fun to burn.

As Apollo's cabin led the sing-along and passed out s'mores, I was surrounded by my old Hermes cabinmates, Anthony's friends from Athena, and Grover's satyr buddies, who were admiring the brand-new searcher's license he'd received from the Council of Cloven Elders. The council had called Grover's performance on the quest "Brave to the point of indigestion. Horns-and-whiskers above anything we have seen in the past."

Buddha chuckled, amused by the council's vivid description of the satyr's performance.

The only ones not in a party mood were Clarisse and her cabinmates, whose poisonous looks told me they'd never forgive me for disgracing their dad.

That was okay with me.

"Your dad's an asshole!" Ares shouted in annoyance. "He was never there for any of you, so you shouldn't care about him! I'd be a better father than he ever could!"

Aphrodite smiled at him fondly.

Even Dionysus's welcome-home speech wasn't enough to dampen my spirits. "Yes, yes, so the little brat didn't get herself killed and now she'll have an even bigger head. Well, huzzah for that. In other announcements, there will be no canoe races this Saturday...."