Annabeth burst into the room Chiron was currently occupying.

"Percy's gone missing!" she screeched. This was the second time now that this had happened. Annabeth almost wondered if it was some nasty plot of Hera's to try an "exchange program" again. If it was, Annabeth would slap her ten ways to doomsday, goddess or no.

Chiron raised an eyebrow. "What, again? Have you checked the lake, perhaps?"

"Yes, sir." Annabeth said worriedly. "The Naiads said he wasn't down there. I and a few others have searched the entire camp. He's just… vanished. Do you think this is Hera's doing?"

Chiron frowned. "This is very suspicious… Did the Hecate campers try to send out a magical signal to find him? With his power, it wouldn't be hard."

"They already have. And…" she swallowed nervously, and wrung her hands together. "Well… it says he's dead. However, it also says he's in Antarctica, so I don't think they're quite right. We've double checked and used every locating trick we have, but nothing. Even IMing just fizzles down into static. It's like some other power is blocking him."

"This is very worrying. I shall alert the Council immediately. For now, Annabeth, we have more pressing matters to worry about." Chiron held up a hand, silencing Annabeth, who had clearly opened her mouth to say something. "I'm not saying Percy isn't important, he is, but this is bigger. A child of the Big Three has been discovered in Maryland. You must get them at once. Yes, you."

A thousand doubts and worries filled Annabeth's mind. However, she just stood straighter, wiped her eyes, and forced the worries down. Chiron was right. This was more important. If the child got killed, or even hurt, it would be a summons to all monsters everywhere. She couldn't let that happen.

"Thank you." She said. "I just… Thank you." She quickly fled the room, before she turned into a blubbery mess. Three months. Three dam moths of calm, safe, camp, and then Percy had vanished again. They just couldn't catch a break, could they.

Back in the Big House, Chiron sighed. He stared straight up, through the window, and out to the now-rising moon.

"Even after death, he will never be freed, will he?" he asked. But asking was so pointless, it was almost rhetorical. Almost.

Somewhere on Earth

Penguins. Penguins where everywhere. Waddling around freely, not stuck in any cage. They were almost cute, Jack mused. Well, except for those really loud ones that had the tendency to honk right in your face when you least expected it. But he liked it, because it meant that there were no humans. No one to interrupt the peace and quiet. It was the last place on earth that was human-free. Well, except for the rainforest. But that was too hot for Jack's tastes, anyways.

Jack called on the wind to take him up into the air. He had a job to do. It was always winter somewhere. And as cute as these penguins were, it wasn't enough to keep him there. Nothing could.

"New York!" He called out. Well, he had to start somewhere. And what was more fun than to mess with unsuspecting weather forecasters? Besides, winter wouldn't come too early. It was only "due" in two weeks.

The wind eagerly obliged, sweeping him up and tossing him through the air like a stray leaf in a tornado. As usual, the sound of laughter that the wind brought came with it. And a scream. Not a scream of fear, or pain, but one of absolute misery. Just one. It slowly subsided, leaving nothing but the laughter behind, but it still rattled Jack to the core.

"Wind," he said cautiously. "Take me there." The wind only brought noises of children, so it was a child who had screamed. By definition, that meant anyone under eighteen. And Jack was a Guardian. The Guardian of Fun. He wouldn't be able to stop the misery, but he could turn it around for a little while.

The wind picked him up, easily tossing him around like a leaf in a tornado as it tried to get him to the requested destination. Faster, and faster, until Jack was being blown along by gale-force winds that only he could feel.

This was the first time he had ever travelled this fast, and he liked it. Until he slammed into an invisible barrier. He tried to get in, to force his way through, but his was stopped, by his reckoning, somewhere over Long Island Sound.

BOOM. Something heavy and powerful slammed into him with the noise of ice calving from a glacier. It was loud.

BOOM.

It was happening again and again, like waves. And slowly, the only possibility of what it was sank into his mind. He was being assaulted by protective magic.

A small presence wormed its way into his mind.

Back, it whispered. Back. Go back. Go back.

Under its influence, Jack flew away. Wait until he told North about this.

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