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Part 3

It was I’d say about nine in the morning when the train broke down, which was just our luck, in some city still in Wyoming. We had to get off the train, and the successivo train wouldn’t come for a long while, so we decided to walk it until further notice. It was until we finally sat down after walking a while when I realized I was really hungry. “You guys, we haven’t eaten in hours!” I complained. “Actually, I ate someone’s purse.” Cyrus jumped in. I raised an eyebrow at him. “What? Great iron supplements. Really filling, te know.” I sighed. “Anyways, I see a sub shop...
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“So, Perseus Jackson, what will it be? Will te accept our generous gift?” Zeus demanded, his eyes flashing with barely contained lightning as always.
The gods had just offered me to be…well, a god. One of them, immortal, powerful, not having to worry about any other stupid prophecy. Who could say no to that?
I glanced back to see Thalia smiling at me serenely but the smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. My eyes wandered around the room and gazed at the mighty faces of the Olympian gods. Apollo, Ares, Aphrodite, Demeter, Dionysus – did I want to be like them? Poseidon, my father, Athena...
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Chapter 1
The Wand



    “No, Dad, please!” I screamed into my hands, my eyes full of tears. Hogwarts wasn’t a normal school, not that my family was normal, but I didn’t want to have any part in it. First we had to sposta all the way from New York to England, then a letter came telling me I’d been accepted at a school “for witchcraft and wizardry,” a boarding school, none the less.
    My dad held me on his lap. Being eleven, I was a bit old for that, but he’d let me anyway, “just this once,” he’d said.
    “I know...
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