TITANS -NOT THE END- OF OLYMPIANS

Meeting It? I dunno really.

If you ever saw a group of 5 children running out of a school campus away from a demon- I decided to call it a demon rather than that thing- remember, it was not us. Our campus has such a security system that I am afraid if that poor old banyan tree is allowed to shed one of its leaves outside the campus

Anyways, see. We decided to run from someone we didn't know. So, going to the guard telling him there is a she-demon in the music room, won't make sense.

And besides, we even asked other people about Clara, so they said she is in the music room talking to her friend. It means, all asked in detail, but the fact -strange fact- that no one could really see her as a demon didn't really help us. For them, she was a normal girl. I asked my friends to let me see in there, but they said it was dangerous. 

By 'we', I mean just them, with me lagging behind trying to figure out what was happening.

Now seriously, I thought this was a prank - a very annoying and stupid prank. 

But for some reason- because of a strange feeling- it didn't seem so.

"Now, there is no way and no use of running away, you know," Alex said. "We need to know exactly what that demon is trying to do with you and get rid of it."

"He's right." Veronica said. "But-"

"But the problem is, that, cannot be done." Roussete said.

"Umm, hey," Veronica alarmed suddenly, "Where is Moorey?" 

We looked around, but he was nowhere.

"Leave it. He will come. The first thing we have to do is protect Steve." Roussete kept waving her hand around, like  she does in her drama plays.

"Alright now, enough," I announced, "I am really tired of going the right way the  drama goes, even without knowing the script."

"What?" Veronica demanded.

"Oh seriously Mitchferlake, you think it's a joke? I mean  do you think we all are so dumb on making up pranks? Such a foolish one is not our kind, we've got standards," Alex justified angrily.

"Now, I am going to the music room," I announced and stomped off.

I thought I would have to hear 'No, you're not,' or 'It's dangerous, Steven,'  or 'You're dead then, Steve.'

But instead, after some time, I saw them coming after me.

"Alright then, Steve. There's no point stopping you. Either you survive, or we all die."

. . .

As we advanced towards the music room, nobody spoke anything. This silence made me even more nervous than anything. Just as we were almost outside the music room, my heart skipped a beat. Roussete yelped.

"What?" I asked, startled.

"Oh, nothing. It's just, like, walking and lying in your own grave alive."

I did not really understand what that meant.

"Hey, Chaps still isn't here. Where is that punk?" Alex was first nervous, then angry at the latter part.

"Leave it, must be around somewhere," Veronica said, looking around.

"NO! We can't leave it, err, Veronica," Alex stammered.

I saw Roussete pinch Veronica's arm, and I at once I understood that they were actually trying to keep me away from the music room. 

Though I seriously wanted it to continue, I  spoke up.

"You cannot keep me away from the music room long," I said, looking at the hand of Veronica that was pinched a few moments ago by Roussete.

All three were suddenly interested in their snickers and earthworms.

This was not going to work, I thought and had a feeling others thought it too.

Suddenly, there was a noise in the music room, like a lady hissing.

"SSSTOP!! THISSS SHOULD NOT HAPPEN! HISSS FRIENDSSS WILL ALSSSO BE KILLED!!"

I hurried to the room, my friends following behind.

What I saw there has been stuck in my memory like a photograph accidentally stuck to my eyes with a forever together glue.

There was a green-scaled lady, with two tails like a reptile, a forked tongue and two slit eye pupils. With all this, of course, she was looking evil, but then, she was looking quite angry and horrified.

Just then I noticed-a boy, about my age, standing with a pen.

PEN?

I looked at my friends. They were looking with their eyes sticking out. I looked at the pen again. Now it was clearer. It was a sword. He was dressed in an orange T-shirt and shorts. He had black hair and sea-green eyes. I merely stared. H e had most probably killed that snake-woman,  for she was vaporizing slowly.

"THISSS ISSS NOT THE END, SSSON OF POSSSEIDON," She managed to say before she vanished.

I just stared. Just stared.

"Uh- Hi," The boy said.

"H-hi," We all managed.

Suddenly someone popped up from behind the boy.

"Chaplin!" Veronica shouted. "What are you-"

"Now, miss, let me explain this whole thing," the boy stepped forward.

"My name is Percy Jackson, and I am the son of Poseidon, the God of Sea. I think you," he pointed at me politely "already know what that means."

I wanted to shout out Oh no, please, I don't even wanna know, but I nodded, aware of the 5 heads looking my way, 4 of them just going to drop their eyeballs right out off their sockets.

"I'll explain it all, though it's even too much for me. So, I'll need help," He looked towards his side.

Suddenly, a blonde girl came out of nowhere, pulling off a cap from her head.

"Thanks Annabeth,"  Percy said.

"We'll do it quick," She said politely, but seeing me with a taste of disgust.

"So here we begin."

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So, my beloved characters have come.

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See ya in the next chapter!!!