Percy Jackson-

"You know, I really can't see the resemblance," I told Thalia. "You look nothing like your father."

"And that's a bad thing? Zeus may be the powerful king of the gods, but I don't want to look like the old guy, for Artemis' sake!" Then she made a face. "Honestly, I can't see how he gets the woman to cheat on Hera at all—it's not likely he tells them all that he is an Immortal King who can smite foolish mortals with his all mighty Master Bolt," Thalia shuddered.

Nico and I burst out laughing.

"What does your father look like?" Ginny asks curiously.

"Well, I do have his hair, his eyes, and his awesome lightning powers, but thankfully, that's it."

"She gets her temper from him, though." Nico muttered.

"And her dramatics," I grinned.

"And pride," said Nico.

"And her favorite curses," I nodded, satisfied at her expression. Thalia was glaring at us, but making her mad is probably the highlight of my day—it's extremely amusing.

"People really need to stop using my father's name as a curse!" Nico complained.

"What about if they curse with his Roman counterpart?"

He looked thoughtful. "What would you say?"

"Maybe—Holy Mother of Pluto!"

"But then you'd be cursing his mother, which is Rhea, and if our fathers hear her name they'll get into the same argument."

"Mother Rhea likes me best!" Thalia, Nico and I said in unison, laughing.

"What so the Olympians normally do when they get together?" Ginny asked, snickering.

"Argue," the three of us said at once.

"What about?"

"Well, Poseidon and Zeus argue over their disasters. Come to think of it, Thalia and I argue about that too," I grinned.

"Artemis and Apollo bicker about who is older." Thalia smirked. "And Artemis totally is."

"Demeter and Hades argue about Persephone and cereal, and Demeter's obsession over cereal is seriously annoying. I have to hear her nonsense all the time when she visits. 'He is so skinny, he should eat more cereal.' 'Six months behind the plow, great character building, he is quite the moody one.' 'You shouldn't have eaten that silly pomegranate, you never have time to visit your lonely old mother,'" Nico mocked.

I snickered, Thalia rolled around laughing, and Ginny looked really amused.

"Good old Mr. D sleeps on his throne or reads wine magazines."

"Ares and Hephaestus argue over Aphrodite—" Nico started.

"Hate her," Thalia muttered.  "Anyway, Aphrodite argues with Athena to try and get her to wear make-up—"

"But sometimes Athena argues with my father about the whole Athens and Medusa thing—"

"And they flat out hate each other," Nico continued, "which is why Athena hates Percy and doesn't approve of him with her daughter.  Sometimes Zeus and my father argue about Rhea and who is more powerful and their domains—"

"Hermes pickpockets whoever he can, and argues with Apollo about that whole stealing-the-sun-cattle thing that happened a really long, long, long time ago," Thalia continued.

"Hera agues with Zeus about Thalia, her brother Jason, and all of his flings and affairs and whatnot—"

"And then there is Aunt Hestia—" I said.

"Who tends to the Hearth," Thalia smiled.

"And is the one god that doesn't argue about every little thing—"

"And is the awesome, best, most peaceful and caring godly aunt you can wish for. The Last Olympian."

"You still allergic to pithos?" Thalia smirked.

"Oh, absolutely." I grinned at them and said something I've wanted to voice since they joined me.  "I think we are long over due for some...cousinly bonding."

"Hades, yes!"  Thalia literally jumped up and cheered.

"Stop using my father as a curse!  It's offensive," Nico said, but his eyes were lit with excitement. "But I'm all for it!  I know the perfect place—"

"What the Hades-sorry, what the bloody hell are you guys going on about?" Ginny asked, looking amused, but confused.  Holy Styx, that rhymes.

"We," I grinned, standing up.  "Are about to embark on a little adventure of demigodly fun and excitement and—"

"We are going to fight," Thalia summed up.

Ginny smacked the back of my head. "Owe!"

"I see why they call you Kelp Head.  You could have just said that I'm the first place."

"Ahh—but what fun would that be?"

"Can I come?"

"Duh," Nico rolled his eyes.  When did he get so sassy?  I'm supposed to be the sassy badass one.  "Someone has to be around to watch me kick these two's podex."

"Sorry, Death Breath.  I'm winning this." Thalia smirked.

"Water trumps idiots every day of the week."

I was smacked in the head for that one, but their expressions were worth it.  They were pissed, and weren't going to hold anything back.  And that was more than all right with me. 

"Okay, passengers.  Please keep one hand on me at all times, feet apart, and enjoy the ride." Nico announced.

"Huh?" Ginny raised a brow.

"We are shadow traveling with him.  Grab hold, and he basically travels us through shadows.  We'll be there in a few seconds." Thalia explained.

Just something I think you need to know about the three of us.

Thalia is the blunt one.

Nico is the grudgy one.

And I...am the amazing, badass, totally awesome one.  Just thought I needed to get that tidbit out their.

"Okay," We all out one hand on the Nico.

"Wait!  Where are we goin—"

Too late to ask that one. Oops.

I looked around.  We were in a clearing.  Stormy skies—perfect for calling on lightning to zap my face, good solid ground—perfect for rising an army of the undead to be the Pluto out of me and...no water.  Oh, great. I think I know how this will play out.  I hate it when they tag-team up on me.  Bug it only makes it so much more satisfying when I win—and I will. Because I am just to awesome to lose.

I probably sound like a cocky son of a gorgon right about now, but all of my millions if fangirls/boys will vouch for me, I'm sure. Although I'm starting to think Leo Valdez is getting more obsessed fans than I am—not that I mind—but—holy Styx!

I rolled out if the way as Thalia charged me with her spear. Stupid ADHD. I totally zoned out.

"Starting the first move when I'm not paying attention isn't very good sportsmanship, Piney." I smirked at her murderous expression. Oh, how I love ticking off people. Some things are just too fun.

"You are going down Kelp Head," she replied, as I uncapped Riptide. I think Ginny's eyes were saucers about now.

"Bring it."

"And just so you know—that wasn't am attack. That was just making sure you are awake. When I'm really attacking you, you won't be able to dive out of the way so easily."

"Try me."

"Wait for me," Nico said panting. "I want to beat you guys up. It's not fair to start without me!"

Thalia had a glint in her eyes. He shouldn't have said that.

He yelped as he was blasted with lightning.

He flew back and slammed into a tree.

"Holy—" translation not available.

"What did he say?" Ginny was smiling. I think she is very amused at our pain. Not that I blame her, we happen to be very entertaining.

"You do not want to know," Thalia said laughing as I shook my head. I thought Arion had a potty mouth. Ironic, since I am the Supreme Lord of the Bathroom. Or at least where Clarisse is concerned.

"That was unfair!" Nico groaned getting back up, wiping the dirt off his shirt.

"Life isn't fair, Neeky Boy.  You should know that by now."

His eyes turned dark, and the shadows seemed to grow larger.  Undead Warriors rose up, and he drew his Stygian Iron Sword.

"You asked for this, Pine Head."

"No, you asked for this," she said, reaching out to push him unexpectedly, and I could see electricity sparking on her fingers.

I grabbed one of her hands, twisting her around, and judo flipped her to the ground.

"Don't forget about me–I can't ever be counted out." I grinned.  I pressed a button on my jacket—a normal button, mind you.  And suddenly I was engulfed in full Greek armor.  Hell yes.

If you've read the Demigod Files, I was interviewed and I said I wanted armor that would melt into my clothes. 

Yeah, well, Leo made something better.  I was wearing a black leather motorcycle jacket, one which I was always wearing these days.  It was an invention of Leo's design, armor that melted from the jacket.  Cool right.  And Thalia and Nico's faces were priceless.

"How the Hades did you get that?" Nico asked, totally bring a hypocrite.

"Leo, of course.  The Super Sized McShizzle has his moments."

"Least he did have a nose bleed causing the ultimate baddy, mother of all baddies to awake.  The worst enemy we, or the gods have ever faced." Thalia pointed out.

"Well, I was the one who single handedly killed her in the end," I pointed out.  Nico grinned, and Thalia rolled her eyes, and shook her head.  But she had a smile on her face.

"That you did—can't believe you caused that big of a Storm," Thalia said. "And I—well, we all though St. Mount Helens was bad."

I snorted.  "So did I.  And don't think I don't realize this is both of your idea to stall so you can team up and attack me."

"We'd never do that." Thalia said with a look so innocent on her face, I almost burst out laughing.  Then my hand thrust out at the same time as hers.  I met her spear with a clang.  Nico joined the fray, and I pushed them both back, slashing, stabbing, dodging, parrying attacks, and pushing back.  I was a whirlwind.  I moved so fast, I was a blur. To be honest, those two could scarcely keep up with me, and they were some of the most formidable opponents—some of the most skilled and powerful demigods alive.

I was just too good. Then I focused the water vapor into a ice trident. And I threw it, knocking their weapons out of their hands.

They rolled their eyes, used to losing to me. The best way to describe Ginny's expression was pure amazement. True, I did have blood flowing from some cuts on my arm, but nothing that can't be fixed.

I healed my arm using the water particles.

I still had scars though. Scars I didn't let anyone see. It's what changed me during the Pit.

It was when I was fighting the curses, getting hammered with the gorgon's blood curse from Phineas. Hate that guy.

Anyway, when I was dying from all those curses and tortures and eye twitching, it happened. The worst curse of all. No one has noticed yet, but all over my chest and my back are a million painful, painful scars from Kronos, who was chopped into a million pieces and thrown in the Pit. Well, I fell into the Pit willingly, and then got the million scars. Only slightly different, really.

I haven't mentioned if before, even to myself, in a while. I try not to think of it. Because let's face it, now pain means nothing to me. I am a hardened veteran, who happens to be extremely badass. I don't let pain phase me anymore.

"Wow! That was amazing." Ginny exclaimed. I grinned, and then winced.

My breathing became hitched, and Thalia and Nico rushed towards me as I felt extreme pain. I collapsed, clutching my heart. Where the worst scar was. I didn't scream. I didn't make a sound.

I knew something was very, very wrong. But I couldn't find the will to do anything. I didn't have anything to fight or run through with Riptide. So I let the darkness embrace me as I closed my eyes.

Everyone loves cousinly bonding. This may be a little weird if confusing of something, but the worst scar he mentioned wasn't from that curse from Kronos.  Which, I obviously made up.  I was a little disappointed with the ending of The Blood of Olympus.  I felt it started with Percy. I felt it should end with him, too.  Anyways.  Next chapter will be in Harry's point of view.  And in a little while—well, a couple of chapters, they'll be off to see the wizard—well, they'll be heading to Hogwarts.

Also, there is no Thalia/Nico.  She is a badass Hunter of Artemis, and at least inn this book, she'll stay that way.

If I give the demigods more power, more godliness, well, it's because that's how I see them.  Besides, although I love the Wizarding World and Harry Potter, demigods are my favorite, and I feel they should be way more powerful than wizards.  Wizards make some wacky stuff go down when they are young with their emotions, but dog the most part, they need a wand to channel their magic.  So I feel demigods are superior, because they have Immortal blood and stuff.  Or Ichor, whatever.  So I want to thank whoever's reading this, because it means a lot.  And if you want a suggestion for great music—this is totally random, but I suggest Rick Springfield.  Tell me if you're a fan. 

Also, I am a huge stickler for proper grammar.  Punctuation and all that.  If it isn't that way, it's because I am writing this on my phone, which isn't as easy as my laptop.  Anyways, I'll fix if when I finish the book.  So there's that.

And I'm...how about I publish this chapter now?  I'm done ranting, anyway.

A Bookworm~