𝗚𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘂𝗻𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀
The demigods all burst into laughter as said male tries to hide in his chair.
"Oh my gods I forgot about that" giggles Phasipea
𝗖𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲: 𝗜 𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗚𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹.
"Course you did" Annabeth says smiling
𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄, 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄. 𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗿𝘂𝗱𝗲. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗚𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝘁, 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗻, 𝗺𝘂𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 "𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻?" 𝗮𝗻𝗱 "𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝘅𝘁𝗵 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗲?
" honestly I'd be creeped out to" Thalia said smirking
𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘂𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘁, 𝗚𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿'𝘀 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽, 𝘀𝗼 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻, 𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘀, 𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗶𝗺, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺. 𝗜𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗜 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝘂𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗲, 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗮𝘅𝗶 𝘂𝗽𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗻.
"𝗘𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗢𝗻𝗲-𝗵𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗱-𝗮𝗻𝗱-𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗙𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁," 𝗜 𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿.
𝗔 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿.
𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗦𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱, 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝘂𝗰𝗸. 𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗵 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁, 𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵
𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲-𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗹𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗿, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝗺. 𝗔𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗱, 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗹𝗲𝗳𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗻𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆, 𝗻𝗼 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗺𝗮.
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗱𝗮𝗱.
Poseidon smiled at the thought of the woman who had his first daughter and understood why he fell for her, especially after looking at his first daughter.
𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝗺, 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗺 𝗴𝗹𝗼𝘄, 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲. 𝗠𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗺 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗮𝗱. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗼 𝗽𝗶𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝘀.𝗦𝗲𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻'𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘆, 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘁 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗹 𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗔𝘁𝗹𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗷𝗼𝘂𝗿-𝗻𝗲𝘆, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸.
𝗟𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗮, 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝗲. 𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱. 𝗟𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗮.
𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗱𝗱 𝗷𝗼𝗯𝘀, 𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗱𝗶𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗺𝗮, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗿 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗱. 𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘆 𝗸𝗶𝗱.
"I wasn't" phasipea sighed feeling bad for everything she put her mother through. Thalia gripped her hand and smiled at her younger cousin.
𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆, 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗚𝗮𝗯𝗲 𝗨𝗴𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗻𝗼, 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝘄𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗵𝗶𝗺, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀 𝗷𝗲𝗿𝗸. 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴, 𝗜 𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗦𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗚𝗮𝗯𝗲. 𝗜'𝗺 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗵. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝘂𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗹𝗱𝘆 𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗰 𝗽𝗶𝘇𝘇𝗮 𝘄𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗴𝘆𝗺 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘀.
𝗕𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗼𝗳 𝘂𝘀, 𝘄𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗺'𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗦𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗚𝗮𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 ... 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹, 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗲𝘅𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲.
𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁, 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗺 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸. 𝗜𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗱, 𝗦𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗚𝗮𝗯𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺, 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗘𝗦𝗣𝗡. 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗽𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗽𝗲𝘁.
𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗽, 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗶𝗴𝗮𝗿, "𝗦𝗼, 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲."
"𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗺?"
"𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴," 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱. "𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗵?"
𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝘁. 𝗡𝗼 𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸. 𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗶𝘅 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵𝘀?𝗚𝗮𝗯𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. 𝗛𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝘁𝘂𝘀𝗸𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗿𝘂𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗶𝗳𝘁-𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀. 𝗛𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱, 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗽, 𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴.
𝗛𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗘𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝗠𝗲𝗴𝗮-𝗠𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗤𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻𝘀, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲. 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲. 𝗛𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗸𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗮𝘆𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸𝘀, 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗼𝗻 𝗰𝗶𝗴𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗼𝘂𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗿, 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲. 𝗔𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗿. 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲, 𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘀. 𝗛𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝗿 "𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁." 𝗠𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗶𝗳 𝗜 𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗺, 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗽𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗵 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝘂𝘁.
Phasipea's friends, father and Apollo growled at the fact that she was hit.
"𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗵," 𝗜 𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺.
𝗛𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘆 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘄.
𝗚𝗮𝗯𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗳 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱, 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘀𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱'𝘃𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲.
"𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝘅𝗶 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻," 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱. 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗮𝗯𝗹𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆. 𝗚𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗶𝘅, 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘂𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲. 𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳, 𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘄𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. 𝗔𝗺 𝗜 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝗘𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲?"
𝗘𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝘁𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝘆𝗺𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗵𝘆. "𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗻, 𝗚𝗮𝗯𝗲,"
𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱. "𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗱 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲."
"𝗔𝗺 𝗜 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁?" 𝗚𝗮𝗯𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱.
𝗘𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗼𝘄𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝘄𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘇𝗲𝗹𝘀. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗴𝘂𝘆𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗴𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘆.
"𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗲," 𝗜 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱. 𝗜 𝗱𝘂𝗴 𝗮 𝘄𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲. "𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲."
"𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲, 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹!" 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗲. "𝗜 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝗻𝗼𝗼𝘁𝘆!"
𝗜 𝘀𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺, 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵𝘀, 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗚𝗮𝗯𝗲'𝘀 "𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝘆." 𝗛𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗮𝘇𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗳𝗳 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘁, 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝘂𝗱𝗱𝘆 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗼𝘄𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗹, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝘀𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗮𝘀𝘁𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗶𝗴𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗿.
Annabeth wrinkled her nose in disgust
"How could someone so sweet like Mrs. Jackson be with a slob like him"
"No clue Annie no clue" The princess of Seas replied
"How come you can call her Annie?" grumbled Luke who pouted as he was ignored
𝗜 𝗱𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝘂𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗱. 𝗛𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲. 𝗚𝗮𝗯𝗲'𝘀 𝘀𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗠𝗿𝘀. 𝗗𝗼𝗱𝗱𝘀, 𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝘂𝗶𝘁 𝗹𝗮𝗱𝘆'𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝘀𝗻𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘆𝗮𝗿𝗻.
𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝘀 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁, 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗲𝗴𝘀 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘁 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗸. 𝗜 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗚𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿'𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗰 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗲'𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗜 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗴𝗼 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝗺. 𝗔 𝘀𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗺𝗲. 𝗜 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲-𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘄, 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘂𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗿𝘀, 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴, 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲
𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝘀.
𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗜 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗺'𝘀 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲. "𝗣𝗵𝗲𝗮?
𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗱𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝗹𝘁𝗲𝗱. 𝗠𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺. 𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. 𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗺 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗹𝘁. 𝗦𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗲𝘄 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘀 𝗺𝗶𝘅𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗹𝗱. 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗲, 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝗲, 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗱. 𝗜'𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗚𝗮𝗯𝗲.
"𝗢𝗵, 𝗣𝗲𝗿𝗰𝘆." 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. "𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝘁. 𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝘃𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀!"
𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗱-𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘁𝗲-𝗮𝗻𝗱-𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗦𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝗔𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗮 𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺 𝘀𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱: 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲, 𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗳𝗳 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗽 𝗶𝗻 𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗖𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗹. 𝗦𝗵𝗲'𝗱 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝗵𝘂𝗴𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗴 𝗼𝗳 "𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘀," 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲.
𝗪𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗱𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗱. 𝗪𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗜 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀, 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗜 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆? 𝗪𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁?
"Mamas girl" Luke teased his little sister figure
"Damn straight" the Seer said with a firm nod
𝗜 𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗹𝘆, 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆, 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗴𝗹𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿.
𝗙𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺, 𝗚𝗮𝗯𝗲 𝘆𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱, "𝗛𝗲𝘆, 𝗦𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗱𝗶𝗽, 𝗵𝘂𝗵?"
𝗜 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗵.
𝗠𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗺 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱'𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗲, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗷𝗲𝗿𝗸 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗚𝗮𝗯𝗲.
𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗮𝗸𝗲, 𝗜 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘂𝗽𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝗬𝗮𝗻𝗰𝘆 𝗔𝗰𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗺𝘆. 𝗜 𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝘂𝗹𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗜'𝗱 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲. 𝗜'𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀. 𝗜'𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝗻 𝗟𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗹𝘆, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱. 𝗜 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗬𝗮𝗻𝗰𝘆 𝗔𝗰𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗺𝘆. 𝗜 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝗱. 𝗜 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗻 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿, 𝗜 𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳. 𝗜 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗽, 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗚𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗠𝗿. 𝗕𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿. 𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗡𝗮𝗻𝗰𝘆 𝗕𝗼𝗯𝗼𝗳𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺 𝘀𝗼 𝗯𝗮𝗱.
𝗨𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗽 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗺 ...
"𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁?" 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗺 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗲𝗱. 𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗰𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝘁𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘀. "𝗗𝗶𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂?"
"𝗡𝗼, 𝗠𝗼𝗺."
𝗜 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝗹𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗠𝗿𝘀. 𝗗𝗼𝗱𝗱𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗹𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘆𝗮𝗿𝗻, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗱.
𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗽𝘀. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗽𝘂𝘀𝗵 𝗺𝗲.
"𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂," 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱. "𝗪𝗲'𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵."
𝗠𝘆 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱. "𝗠𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘂𝗸?"
"𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀-𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗻."
"𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻?"
𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗱. "𝗔𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝘀 𝗜 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗱."
𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝘁. 𝗠𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗺 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗠𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘂𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗚𝗮𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆.
𝗚𝗮𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗹𝗲𝗱, "𝗕𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗱𝗶𝗽, 𝗦𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆? 𝗗𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗺𝗲?"
𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝗺, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝗺𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗺'𝘀 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗹: 𝗯𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗚𝗮𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲. 𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗠𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘂𝗸. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲.
"𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘆, 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆," 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗚𝗮𝗯𝗲. "𝗪𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗽."
𝗚𝗮𝗯𝗲'𝘀 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗹. "𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗽? 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁?"
"𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗶𝘁," 𝗜 𝗺𝘂𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱. "𝗛𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝘂𝘀 𝗴𝗼."
"𝗢𝗳 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹," 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗺 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗹𝘆. "𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗽-𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆. 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹.
𝗕𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝘀," 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗱, "𝗚𝗮𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗱𝗶𝗽. 𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻-𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝗽 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗱. 𝗚𝘂𝗮𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗼𝗹𝗲. 𝗦𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀."
"Ass" Thalia said glaring at how thatan treated her cousin she adored
𝗚𝗮𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝘁. "𝗦𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗽 ... 𝗶𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝘂𝗱𝗴𝗲𝘁, 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁?"
"Clothes budget?! " screeched Aphrodite and Selena in horror
"𝗬𝗲𝘀, 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆," 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱.
"𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸."
"𝗪𝗲'𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹."
𝗚𝗮𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻. "𝗠𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻-𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝗽 ... 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲 𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗱 𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝗶𝘇𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗿𝘂𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲."
𝗠𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲 𝗶𝗳 𝗜 𝗸𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝘁, 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗼𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗼 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸.
"That sounds like a great idea Sea weed brain" Thalia Annabeth smirked as Phasipea looked at her with stars in her eyes
𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗺'𝘀 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗺𝗮𝗱.
𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝘂𝗽 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝘂𝘆? 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺. 𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁?
"𝗜'𝗺 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆," 𝗜 𝗺𝘂𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱. "𝗜'𝗺 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗜 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗿𝘂𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗯𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲. 𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗴𝗼 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗶𝘁 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘄."
𝗚𝗮𝗯𝗲'𝘀 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱. 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗮𝗯𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝘀𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗺 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁.
"Romi is basically 90% sarcasm" Nico chuckles
"𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗵, 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿," 𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗱.
𝗛𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲.
"𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗣𝗵𝗲𝗮," 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗺 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱. "𝗢𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘄𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗠𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘂𝗸, 𝘄𝗲'𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁... 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲, 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆?"
𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁, 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗜 𝘀𝗮𝘄 𝗮𝗻𝘅𝗶𝗲𝘁𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀-𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗜'𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗚𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘀 𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘁 𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗱𝗱 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗶𝗿.
"So you always were so observant" Jason said to his fellow leader
"I guess" Phea said with a shrug
𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗜 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗳𝗳𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗚𝗮𝗯𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻-𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝗽.
𝗔𝗻 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲.
𝗚𝗮𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗺𝗲 𝗹𝘂𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗺'𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝗴𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗿. 𝗛𝗲 𝗸𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴-𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁, 𝗵𝗶𝘀 '𝟳𝟴 𝗖𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗼-𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗱.
"𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗿, 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹," 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗜 𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝗴. "𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵."
𝗟𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗜'𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗚𝗮𝗯𝗲. 𝗜𝗳 𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝗴𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁 𝗷𝗼𝗯, 𝗵𝗲'𝗱 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗺𝗲.𝗪𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗹𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗜 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗱 𝗜 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻.
𝗔𝘀 𝗚𝗮𝗯𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿𝘄𝗮𝘆, 𝗜 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗜'𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗚𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘀, 𝗮 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴-𝗼𝗳𝗳-𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹 𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲, 𝗮 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝘄𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗮 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗚𝗮𝗯𝗲. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗳𝗹𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗳 𝗵𝗲'𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗮 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝗻. 𝗠𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗱, 𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝘀, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁.
"Your quite strong" Athena said impressed
"Thank you Lady Athena" said Phasipea with a small smile to the logic goddess
𝗜 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗽 𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘁 𝗢𝘂𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗰𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗲, 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗽 𝗼𝗳 𝗟𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗜𝘀𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱. 𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗹 𝗯𝗼𝘅 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵
𝗳𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝘂𝗿-𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀, 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝘂𝗻𝗲𝘀. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲
𝗰𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘁𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗮 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘄𝗶𝗺 𝗶𝗻.
𝗜 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲.
𝗪𝗲'𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆. 𝗠𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗺 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝘅𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱,
𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗿. 𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲'𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗱𝗮𝗱.
𝗔𝘀 𝘄𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗠𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘂𝗸, 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿, 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺
𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲. 𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗮.
𝗪𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗲𝘁, 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗻'𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗼𝘄𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘂𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗲. 𝗪𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵, 𝗳𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗽𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝗴𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗷𝗲𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀, 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗹𝘁𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗮𝗳𝗳𝘆, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗺 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸.
𝗜 𝗴𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗜 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗱.
"Ya think" Apollo said sassy
𝗦𝗲𝗲, 𝗚𝗮𝗯𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗼 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗺 𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗲. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝘅𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝗺𝗼𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗲𝘀. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗲-𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗽𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗽. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲, 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗼𝗻, 𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗠𝗿𝘀. 𝗨𝗴𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗻𝗼 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗚𝗮𝗯𝗲. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸, 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲.
"Huh though it be your dad" Leo said to himself
𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸, 𝘄𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗮 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲. 𝗪𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘀𝗵𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝘀. 𝗠𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗸𝗶𝗱, 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗵. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗱𝗮𝘆, 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗽. 𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆, 𝗜 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘂𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗠𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘂𝗸 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿. 𝗠𝗼𝗺'𝘀 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘆. 𝗜 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗱𝗶𝗱, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺.
"𝗛𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱, 𝗣𝗵𝗲𝗮" 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱. "𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗹, 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗳𝘂𝗹. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝗲, 𝘁𝗼𝗼. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗮 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀."
𝗠𝗼𝗺 𝗳𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗷𝗲𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗴. "𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗣𝗵𝗲𝗮. 𝗛𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗱."
"I am even if I don't know you much now" Poseidon said getting a beaming smile from his little girl
𝗜 𝘄𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁. 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝗲? 𝗔 𝗱𝘆𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘅𝗶𝗰, 𝗵𝘆𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗗+ 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗱, 𝗸𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝘅𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗶𝘅 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿.
"Wow your self-esteem was horrible then$ said Piper shocked at the girl she used to be intimidated by but now views as a best friend, a sister
"𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗜?" 𝗜 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗲𝗱. "𝗜 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻 ... 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝗳𝘁?"
𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀. "𝗛𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿, 𝗣𝗵𝗲𝗮. 𝗥𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗻."
"𝗕𝘂𝘁... 𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆."
"𝗡𝗼, 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆. 𝗛𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗮𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗛𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗻."
𝗜 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 ... 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿. 𝗔 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗺 𝗴𝗹𝗼𝘄. 𝗔 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲.
𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗮𝘀𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆. 𝗠𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗺 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹, 𝗜'𝗱 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗲. 𝗡𝗼𝘄, 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗲'𝗱 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗺𝗲 ...
𝗜 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿. 𝗠𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗱, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗼𝗰𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝘃𝗼𝘆𝗮𝗴𝗲, 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝘂𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗺. 𝗛𝗲'𝗱 𝗹𝗲𝗳𝘁 𝘂𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗦𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗚𝗮𝗯𝗲.
Poseidon looked down guilty
"𝗔𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻?" 𝗜 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿. "𝗧𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹?"
𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘀𝗵𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲.
"𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄, 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆." 𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝘆. "𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 ... 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘄𝗲'𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴."
"𝗕𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱?" 𝗜 𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝘁.
𝗠𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗺'𝘀 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱, 𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗲𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. "𝗢𝗵, 𝗣𝗵𝗲𝗮, 𝗻𝗼. 𝗜-𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼, 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆. 𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱. 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆."
𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗠𝗿. 𝗕𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗬𝗮𝗻𝗰𝘆.
"𝗕𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗜'𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗹," 𝗜 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱.
"𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗳 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗣𝗵𝗲𝗮. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲. 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗬𝗮𝗻𝗰𝘆 𝗔𝗰𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗿 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆. 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗱 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲."
"𝗦𝗮𝗳𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁?"
𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗶𝗿𝗱, 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲, 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗜'𝗱 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁.
𝗗𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗱 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗲, 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗵 𝗰𝗼𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱. 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗲, 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗜 𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗱 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘁, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗲𝘆𝗲, 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱.
"I probably sent a cyclopes to watch you" Poseidon said with a thoughtful look
𝗕𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝘆. 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗻𝗮𝗽 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮 𝘀𝗻𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼. 𝗠𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗺 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗺𝗲 𝘂𝗽 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗽, 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗹𝘆 𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝗜'𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗱𝗹𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗜 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘂𝗽 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀, 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗜 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱. 𝗜 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸. 𝗜𝗻 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹, 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗽𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱, 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗲.
𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗜 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗺 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗹𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝘂𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗠𝗿𝘀. 𝗗𝗼𝗱𝗱𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗺, 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗶𝗿𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘂𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝘀𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗿. 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘄𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗽 𝘁𝗼 𝗠𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘂𝗸, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁.
"𝗜'𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱," 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗺 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱. "𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗣𝗵𝗲𝗮 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁... 𝗜 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗼 𝗶𝘁."
"𝗠𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗼 𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹?"
"𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹," 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁𝗹𝘆. "𝗔 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗽."
𝗠𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗱𝗮𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗺 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗽? 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁, 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲?
"𝗜'𝗺 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆, 𝗣𝗵𝗲𝗮," 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱, 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀. "𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁. 𝗜-𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲. 𝗜𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱-𝗯𝘆𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱."
"She never wanted you to go? " asked a bewildered Piper
"She wanted to keep me protected she thought if I never knew the truth I'd stay safe" Phasipea said with a sad smile
"𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱? 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗮 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗽 ..."
𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀-𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝗜 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗿𝘆.
𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗮 𝘃𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗱 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺.
𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗹𝘀, 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗲𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗲, 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗱𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗳. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀𝗲'𝘀 𝗺𝘂𝘇𝘇𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗵𝘂𝗴𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝘀. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗸𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. 𝗔𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝘂𝗰𝗸-𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵, 𝗴𝗼𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗹𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿.
𝗜 𝗿𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺, 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻.
𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗜 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲. 𝗜 𝘀𝗮𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻, 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀𝗲'𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗱, 𝗡𝗼!
𝗜 𝘄𝗼𝗸𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁.
𝗢𝘂𝘁𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲, 𝗶𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲𝘀. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗼 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵, 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆-𝗳𝗼𝗼𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝘂𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘆.
𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗽, 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗺 𝘄𝗼𝗸𝗲. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝘁 𝘂𝗽, 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗱𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱,"𝗛𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗲."
𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘇𝘆. 𝗟𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗜𝘀𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗰𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻. 𝗢𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗱, 𝗜 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄, 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗿𝘆, 𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝗲𝗻𝗱.
𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗮 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝗶𝘀𝗲, 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗱. 𝗔 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘆𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗽𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗻 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿.
"here comes our favorite goat boy" laughs Phea as said boy glared at her with no heat
𝗠𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗴𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝘄 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸.
𝗚𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗱𝗿𝗼𝗽 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗻'𝘁... 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗲𝘅𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗚𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿.
"𝗦𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁," 𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗮𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗱. "𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴?"
𝗠𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗚𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝗵𝗲'𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲.
"𝗣𝗵𝗲𝗮" 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱, 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻. "𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹? 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲?"
𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝘇𝗲𝗻, 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘁 𝗚𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿. 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴.
"𝗢 𝗭𝗲𝘂 𝗸𝗮𝗶 𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝗶 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗶!" 𝗵𝗲 𝘆𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱. "𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲! 𝗗𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗿?"
𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗲'𝗱 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗔𝗻𝗰𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗚𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗸, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜'𝗱 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆. 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗚𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗴𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝘆 𝗵𝗶𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. 𝗕𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗚𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗲𝗴𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 ... 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗲𝗴𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 ...
"Freaked me the hell out" the Seer grumbles
𝗠𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗺 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲'𝗱 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲: "𝗣𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱.𝗧𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘄!"
𝗜 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗹𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝘂𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗠𝗿𝘀. 𝗗𝗼𝗱𝗱𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗺 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗲, 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗹𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴.
𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲, 𝘁𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱, "𝗚𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗿. 𝗕𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗚𝗼!"
𝗚𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗮𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗼-𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗲𝘅𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆. 𝗛𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗴𝗴𝘆 𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗲𝗴𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲. 𝗜 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗿𝘂𝗻 𝘀𝗼 𝗳𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗽 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗱.
𝗕𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝘁. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗼𝗼𝘃𝗲𝘀.
"Honestly I was also creeped out with Coach" Jason admits getting laughs from all the demigods making him cross his arms and look away gaining more laughs
Chapter done!!!
I'm so sorry for how long it took! I've got testing coming up and I've been working on the other stories. But I tried hard to get this chapter up
~Ama