Oh My (Greek) God(s) -LS-

Chapter 1

More Greek stuff. :)

 

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Sources:

http://www.12titans.net/p/about-12titans.aspx

http://www.greek-gods.org/mythology/greek-creation.php

http://www.encyclopedia.com/topic/Titan_%28mythology%29.aspx#3

http://camphalfblood.wikia.com/wiki/Hades#Appearance

http://www.angelfire.com/nj/persephone/hades.html

http://www.in2greece.com/english/historymyth/mythology/names/furies.htm

 

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2248

Harry sighed as he sat down in his seat. He was early for Classical Mythology, his previous class was canceled, so he had absolutely nothing to do but wait for class to start. He decided to entertain himself by rolling his pencil up and down the desk. He did that until the pencil rolled too far and rolled off of the desk, rolling all the way back to the back of the room, where there was a closet.

And Harry didn’t mean to, but he listened when he heard voices.

“I don’t care what you have to do, Tisiphone, I want that boy.” A voice whispered.

Mr. Tomlinson? That sounded like Mr. Tomlinson. Kind of. The voice was a bit raspier than Mr. Tomlinson’s.

“Someone is here.” Another voice hissed.

Harry could hear moving inside of the closet, so he ran to hide somewhere in the classroom.

The closet door opened and Harry heard steps walking out.

“No one is here, Alecto. Calm your tits.” The male voice that kind of sounded like Mr. Tomlinson said.

Harry peeked out of his hiding spot and looked around. That was definitely Mr. Tomlinson.

“Someone’s things! Someone is here! Someone heard us, Aides!” One  of the three women hissed, pointing at Harry’s things.

Harry hid back into his hiding spot and held his breath. Those three women were the ugliest women Harry has ever seen. And he normally doesn't find anyone ugly. He normally thinks that everyone is beautiful in their own way. Not these women, though. Pure ugly.

“Megaera, someone just dropped their things off, chill. And do not call me that here.” Mr. Tomlinson told one of the ugly women, Megaera.

Harry heard some papers rustling and bit his bottom lip as he took a quiet breath.

“Harry Styles.” Mr. Tomlinson mumbled. “Good kid, he is. The one I am looking for.”

He is looking for me? Harry thought to himself.

“I do not know why you are even looking for that child, Aides!” One of the women asked.

Harry didn’t know which one and he really didn’t want to find out.

“For fucks sake, Alecto, if you are going to call me by my real name, call me the one I actually like. All of you.” Mr. Tomlinson hissed at the woman.

“Sorry.” The three women mumbled at the same time.

“Good, now, go. I have a class to get ready to teach. These damn books aren’t even close to being right about half of this shit.” Mr. Tomlinson told the three before he ushered them out.