"C'mon Blackjack," Percy urged his black pegasus, "it's gotta be here somewhere."

Blackjack whinnied. Do you think I'm not looking, boss?

Percy's hand clamped onto Blackjack's ebony mane. "Look harder!" he exclaimed. "Annabeth could be dying right now for all I know, and we're just soaring aimlessly through the sky! And even worse, I might just randomly get blasted off you if we stay!"

Blackjack snorted. Yeah, because that's happened before.

Huffing, Percy gazed down at the passing land. Brilliant green meadows flew past his vision. Usually this would make the son of Poseidon smile, for Grover- his best friend- always came to mind when he saw healthy nature. But now he had too much on his mind, the thought of Annabeth currently dying or even being dead weighed him down with pressure to save her. It felt like he was holding the sky again.

Suddenly, a massive castle came into his view. The outside was deserted, and the place sent an eerie vibe towards Percy. He sub-consciously slipped his hand into his pocket where his trusty pen-morph-into-sword Riptide rested.

Is this it, boss? Blackjacks voice invaded Percy's thoughts.

"Yep," Percy said, and his pegasus glided down, landing in front of the massive, wooden doors. Who lives here, Count Dracula? he thought, snorting inwardly.

Percy slid off Blackjack's back and listened to the small thud as his blue Converse hit the ground. It was colder in Scotland than New York, so he wrapped his black hoodie tighter around his body. I should've brought a winter coat or something, he thought, annoyed.

Digging into the pocket of his jacket, he pulled out a few sugar cubes and gave them to Blackjack. "You can go now," he told his pegasus, "I'll be fine here."

Blackjack sent the giant castle a weary look Are you sure, boss? This place is creepy.

Nodding, he replied, "Yeah, I'll be fine."

Blackjack cast the castle another glance before turning, sprinting, and flying up into the sky. Percy waved, smiling slightly, before whirling around and staring at the huge doors in front of him. He sighed, noticing the brass door knockers. Hm, knock or not? he wondered, before shrugging and opening the door, barging right in. For all he knew, some demonic-bloodthirsty Dracula would've answered.

A/N The next chapter will hopefully be longer. Please tell me what you think about this, and if I should continue. Until next time~