A/N yes yes I know, im crazy for starting another story, especially when I already have one where I have a good amount of support already. Well, I take duel credit courses and I'm in junior year, the busiest of hem all. So updates might slow down a bit. But this idea has been forming in my head throughout the day, and was just begging to be written. To my knowledge this is a completely original story and if this sounds like another story please tell me what it is. For the purposes of this story, I am acting as if the scene with Pan in labyrinth never happened. Percabeth fans, please don't kill me. This will be PerZoe, which is my favorite pairing. Oh, and Zoe is alive.(duh) Now enough talk, on with the show!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story except for the plot.

Grover POV

I stared at the TV glumly. Another rainforest had just fallen victim to loggers. This could be the end of the wild, I thought. Let me explain. Over the last 5 years, the wild has practically vanished. There have been infestations, loggers, pollution, global warming, heck, even a pair of nuclear meltdowns! The rain forests? Gone. There are three left worldwide. Pristine rivers? Niagra falls was one of the last few. And that was only saved because eviermentalists literally formed a human barricade. I snorted mentally. Even mortals are doing more than us satyrs. Lake Victoria in Africa has not been destroyed, but only because of its remoteness. Even the deserts weren't spared. The Gobi was now being used as a giant trash dump. It was a cold, dark world now. At night, you could gaze upon the dirty scars that now adorned the now flat hills. The stars were no longer visible due to pollution. Now, a thick smog surrounds every city. The once wide rolling prairie? A vast apartment complex. 90% of the glaciers have melted. The sea level has risen by 8 feet. Miami, charleston, Los Angeles... Underwater. The ice caps have vanished. Mount Everest has almost no snow left. The Ozone layer is paper thin. Hurricanes are more deadly than ever, what with all the toxins everywhere. Oil was spilled every day upon the once majestic seas. 79% of the species that lived in the oceans are extinct. The few that remained... Seals, dolphins, otters and the like- were endangered, and existed only in zoos. Acid rain is now commen. The once beautiful planet earth was no more. In its place was a unrecognizable toxin dump. There were only a very few places were the wild still held sway. But the number shrunk every day. I made a decision.

"I'm gonna do it." I proclaimed out loud.

The other occupant of the room, Don the faun from CJ, looked up. "Do what?"

I walked over and picked up the phone. "Call a very old friend."

Don understood. "But he retired! He has left the demigod world for good! There is no way he'd help."

I dialed the number from memory. On the third ring, I got an answer.

"Yes"

"Look Percy. I hate to ask this, but I need help."

"He's not gonna help." Don piped up from the couch.

"Yes I know you retired.. Yes, I know you want to be left alone... But I need help. I can't defend the wild on my own anymore."

"He won't help."Don proclaimed.

"Please Percy. If not for the good of the world, do it for our friendship. If you help with this, I will never ask you for something again."

Grover heard a grumble from the other end of the line.

"That's what you said last time..."

"I'm tellen ya, it's hopeless. He wants nothing to do with us."

"Don, please stop." Came my tired response.

He spoke so quietly I almost missed it. "Fine. This once. But you come to me."

Percy hung up and I put down the phone. Don looked at me in disbelief. "He's gonna do it." It was a disbelieving statement. I nodded.

"Inform the council of cloven elders. Don, you run manegment while I'm gone. Your in charge." He nodded.

Then I grabbed my red rasta cap and looked at it for a moment. Ah the memories. I then jammed it on my head, turned to the door, and was gone.