Discarded Lunar Phases Scenes

Deleted excerpt from Ch 20: Tyr and Romans mentioning

Not a scene I felt fit the ‘vibe’ of the chapter as it were. So it got scrapped.

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“Consider him one of the few legit ‘good’ gods. Good as in, nice to all forms of life.” Samriah said with a shrug. “Which is weird, considering he’s a god of war.”

“He’s also highly respected. More comparable to Mars than Ares in that way.” Gunilla added.

“The planet?” Thalia frowned. Margaret snorted

“This one’s clearly an academic,” she said. Thalia felt the urge to help her count her teeth. “No, fool, Mars is the Roman God of War.”

“We aren’t supposed to talk about him in front of her.” Whiskers frowned at the Valkyrie. Thalia turned to level her boyfriend with a glare.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Sorry, Tree Girl. It’s the rules I was told to abide to,” he said. He glared at the Valkyries. “But since you three don’t have any tact, I’ll clear it up.”

“Please. Do so.” Thalia scowled, crossing her arms.

“Roman Gods are Greek Gods, just...slightly different.” He shrugged. “The only reason I know is because Mom sometimes took on the form of Diana.”

“So are you her son, too?”

“I think so. I never really differentiated between them.” Whiskers cupped his chin. “Come to think of it, they don’t act too differently. Heck, Uncle Fred and Uncle George are basically the same god, one is just slightly more aggravating than the other.”

“...Uncle George?” Thalia blinked.

“Apollo is still called Apollo.” Whiskers rolled his eyes as he added: “Because, and I quote, ‘they couldn’t improve upon perfection’.”

“Apollo hasn’t changed in the slightest.” Thorsdottir spat at the ground. “Fatheaded pig.”

“I know, right?” Whiskers sighed in exasperation. He looked at Thalia tiredly. “I call the Roman Apollo ‘George’ at his request. And for the record, this whole conversation is another thing your dad’s going to hold against me.”

“Seriously?” Thalia frowned. “Why?”

“Because the Greeks and Romans influenced the American Civil War.” Samirah explained. She looked at Gunilla, who had her lip curled.

“Prior to its ending, your Camp’s forest was littered with the corpses of the Greco-Romans during their last great conflict. I believe it was somewhere near the thousands.” Thorsdottir explained. “President Lincoln did a magnificent job keeping eyes off of it by making his address.”

“...How old are you?” Thalia asked incredulously. The Valkyrie smirked.

“Eighteen.”

“And I’m going to be turned into a goddess tomorrow.” Thalia snorted.

“Physically. Actually, I’m somewhere near fourteen or fifteen hundred years old. I lost track a few centuries ago.”

“...Oh.”

“And that is why we don’t ask the gods how old they are.” Whiskers mumbled. “Super sensitive about it because they often lose track.”

Thalia rubbed her head. “Ugh, this is too much for today. Look, Tyr’s kid, who–