So what if she’s younger, smaller, and decidedly less immortal than Apollo? As long as our favorite sun god is trapped on earth as Lester Papadopoulos, it’s obvious who has the upper hand in this particular partnership. And if you have anything to say otherwise, you better prepare for a siccae blade to the eye.
5. Green Thumb
At first, “super gardening” may not sound like the most impressive demigod power in the world. But without her chlorokinesis, Meg and Lester would never have been able to enter the Grove of Dodona or retrieve the golden apples in the Labyrinth. And if those victories aren’t enough to prove Meg’s worth, how ’bout the fact that she could send some telepathically-controlled poison ivy after you? Downright terrifying, if you ask us.
It wouldn’t be fair to call Lester a sidekick, either. Servant seems to be the more appropriate term.
4. Demeter’s Pride and Joy
Meg has clearly inherited some of her goddess mom’s traits. Between the aforementioned plant powers and the two women’s famous prickly tempers, you’d might get the impression that they’re close. But they haven’t seen each other recently. Unfortunately for her, Meg was raised by the Roman emperor Nero, so mother-daughter bonding time was replaced by father-daughter slashing and stabbing time.
3. Keeping Lester on a Short Leash
It wouldn’t be fair to call Lester a sidekick, either. Servant seems to be the more appropriate term. Despite Meg and Lester’s imbalanced power dynamic, though, after numerous battles with deadly monsters and Roman emperors, the two have become quite a team by now. That being said, Meg requested her iced tea 45 minutes ago. Snap to it, Lester!
2. Standing Up to the Baddies
Triumvirate Holdings is made up of three of the biggest, baddest sociopaths in human history. Meg has come face to face with all of them and survived. And that’s to say nothing of what she does against the super-secret spoiler-y villain in The Tyrant’s Tomb. Unlike Meg herself, we’re not going to blab about that yet.
1. Her Secret Weapon
We’re not talking about Meg’s twin blades. And we’re not talking about Peaches, her karpos bodyguard. We’re not even talking about the Camp Jupiter unicorns she wants to turn into weapons of mass destruction. Let’s just say that the name Crotchkicker McCaffrey is feared far and wide.
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