Walking through the deserted streets of Olympus, destroying special monuments is what I call relaxing.

Hey, look, a statue of my bastard son Zeus, nothing but a pile of dust.

Oh how long I’ve waited and craved for this day to come. Now, onto the Olympian throne room.

A scream to watch out rings through the empty streets. I look back and see a statue of my disappointment of a youngest daughter falling on top of a daughter of Zeus.

She always hated her husband’s children. A boy tries to help her, but a blonde girl drags him away saying there is no time.

A young satyr nods jumping away towards the throne room. The Raven haired teen looks back at his cousin who yells at him to run and stab me for her.

I laugh heading towards them. I strike fast beheading the satyr in a single motion. The blonde cries out, "Grover!" Hmm, so that was the satyr’s name.

She pulls out her knife and the Raven haired boy pulls out his sword, Annabeth Chase and Perseus Jackson interesting. “Your going down Kronos,” the blonde, Annabeth states. The boy, Percy, looks nervous, "Annabeth you shouldn’t say his name, Names have power.”

Smart kid. Annabeth scowls at Percy,” Shut up you stupid fag.” (I'm sorry)

Thalia, who seemingly has magic, because it's seems she just telaported (or maybe the author was just lazy to write a very intracit paragraph to tell about this small detail), just got out from under the statue, looks murderous. I smirk, they’re going to fight themselves instead of me, perfect. “Shut up, Annie bitch!”