Mr. D started to notice something was off when it started to drizzle on the Big house, but nowhere else in Camp Half Blood. A moment later he discovered why.

Fist clenched Percy, straight-faced, marched towards Mr. D, who was busying himself and Chiron with a new Chinese game called Go. Mr. D had added a twist to the game by blindfolding himself and only answering in French.

"DIONYSUS!" Percy bellowed, shaking with shocked fury. Strangely, it seemed that after a week he still was unable to accept the petrification of his girlfriend.

Raising the blindfold Mr. D peeked his eye at whoever had yelled his name so hatefully.

"Oh, not this again." He moaned, catching sight of the culprit. The semblance of grief, death, and wanted vengeance-the none other than Percy stood before him. He was pale, fragile, and blinking through bloodshot eyes. Percy was also soaked. Probably because the moisture of the air was leaping on him like he was water magnetized.

Simultaneously Mr. D crossed grape-coloured arms, and the blindfold burned to ash. The camp director smirked threateningly at Percy. It was certain he was daring Percy to take another step, and see what would happen.

"YOU! YOU-YOU." Percy struggled for words, pointing a finger at him.

"Yes?" Mr. D raised his eyebrows.

"…I HATE YOU!" Putting as much hate in the three words that he could Percy's shoulders twitched and his green eyes shined poisonously.

Almost automatically the wine glass of grape juice imploded like a miniature atom bomb. Neither camp directors paid this any mind, as lately filled cups had a tendency of freezing, or catapulting into bits, around Percy as regularly as the sun rose. That, as well as Camp Half Blood's river doing jumping jacks, the dry air, and random cold temperatures. By the end of the week Percy could clear a path as well as the demigod of death's ruler, Nico Di Angelo.

"SO WHAT if I let your Annabeth get petrified. She beat me at a game of Go! You're lucky I didn't turn her into a bug for Arachne's children, myself. Oh, Arachne would've liked that. However, relax. She's not dead, at least not yet. Her position is fixable-if one has the right knowledge. But never would I tell someone under influence of Ares, like you."

Percy's anger zapped. He wilted, suddenly exhausted enough to faint. "Alright. …Okay. OK! Uh…Sorrrry. THERE. I SAID IT. So just tell me how I can get her back!"

Mr. D considered it. "Well…there is something you could get. Been lost for eons."

Your manliness? Percy thought, gritting his teeth.

"Nobody who's ever tried to find it returned. All questers must bear the curse of Dionysus. The usual blah-blah. But it might make me think twice about poor….Miss Know-it-all."

Percy straightened, a faded something returning to his eyes. He heard none of Mr. D's conversation-except that Annabeth might be saved, and something about a lost item.

"And…what is it?"

When Dionysus smiled mysteriously in response, only then did Percy feel an electric eel zap through his body.