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

*Tyson Plays With Fire

The gods' eyes widened in horror when they saw the familiar shapes of the campers, their faces full of panic, surrounded by the destruction around them before the scene ended.

"What the heck is happening at the camp? Who or what is attacking our children?!" Apollo yelled, fear and worry in his eyes.

"If we continue to the next scene, we will soon find out," Dionysus said grimly.

New title:
Tyson Plays With Fire

The gods exchanged confused and concerned glances as the title flashed before them.

Poseidon narrowed his eyes.

"Is that Tyson kid gonna start trouble? He better not. Not after he protected Percy from the giants," Zeus said with a frown.

Mythologically speaking, if there's anything I hate worse than trios of old ladies, it's bulls.

Last summer, I fought the Minotaur on top of Half-Blood Hill. This time what I saw up there was even worse: two bulls. And not just regular bulls—bronze ones the size of elephants. And even that wasn't bad enough. Naturally they had to breathe fire, too.

"Two bronze bulls the size of elephants that breathe fire?!" Loki exclaimed with a mixture of horror and glee. "That's so chaotic!"

"Calm yourself, Loki," Thor muttered, arms crossed, his expression darkening. "They pose a serious danger if even camp boundaries can't hold them."

Hades frowned deeply, his violet eyes narrowing. "The camp's magic should be impenetrable. How are those bulls bypassing it?"

"Clearly, something disrupted the magic," Odin said calmly, his one eye focused on the scene. "But more alarming is what this means for those within the boundaries—they're vulnerable."

As soon as we exited the taxi, the Gray Sisters peeled out, heading back to New York, where life was safer. They didn't even wait for their extra three-drachma payment. They just left us on the side of the road, Anthony with nothing but his backpack and knife, Tyson and me still in our burned-up tie-dyed gym clothes.

"Oh, man," said Anthony, looking at the battle raging on the hill.

What worried me most weren't the bulls themselves. Or the ten heroes in full battle armor who were getting their bronze-plated booties whooped. What worried me was that the bulls were ranging all over the hill, even around the back side of the pine tree. That shouldn't have been possible. The camp's magic boundaries didn't allow monsters to cross past Thalia's tree. But the metal bulls were doing it anyway.

"If monsters can pass my daughter's tree..." Zeus began, his voice low and uneasy. "The barrier protecting the demigods may be failing."

"This is a serious breach of their defenses," Hades said grimly, his voice heavy with concern. "Something—or someone—must have caused the weakening of the barrier."

One of the heroes shouted, "Border patrol, to me!" A girl's voice—gruff and familiar.

Ares perked up at the sound of the familiar voice. "Isn't that my daughter's voice?"

Border patrol? I thought. The camp didn't have a border patrol.

"It's Clarisse," Anthony said. "Come on, we have to help her."

Normally, rushing to Clarisse's aid would not have been high on my "to do" list. She was one of the biggest bullies at camp. The first time we'd met she tried to introduce my head to a toilet. She was also a daughter of Ares, and I'd had a very serious disagreement with her father last summer, so now the god of war and all his children basically hated my guts.