"Oh my fuck, oh my fuck," I yelled as I rounded another corner catching a glimpse of the monster trailing behind me, "Oh my fuck."

Pushing wavy brown hair out of my eyes as I sprinted. My short legs moving fast enough to more than make up what they lacked in length. The man, well not really, giant would be more accurate. It was at least eight feet tall with huge hair covered arms that featured many tattoos. It had teeth that rivaled a shark and when I had gotten too close to comfort I discovered it's breath smelt of death and rotting. The giant had been chasing me for over 4 blocks with alarmingly long strides. The stretchy material of the oversized sweater hung awkwardly and scraped my chest in unpleasant ways. I could feel sweat begin to collect in the arm pits of the sweater. Hey, the fear sweats get to everyone.

How I got to a point where I was fear sweating all over a stolen sweater in my boxers in the streets of New York City. Well... shit happens apparently. Important side note: I wasn't in my boxers by choice. The giant threw some kind of flaming ball of death and it was either lose my pants or third-degree burns. I had to make an important choice.

I ran past another corner. Seconds later I heard a small crash as the giant couldn't make quite that sharp of a turn. There was some large building at the end of the street. I squinted and cursed under my breath as I tried to read and figure out where I was. The letters slowly came to me and I could read it about more than halfway down to the building.

Meriwether College Preparatory School

...Or something like that. I got the word 'school' and that's all that matter to me at the moment. I pumped my arms even harder and I felt my legs burn with effort. The school was getting even closer in my vision. It wasn't too far. The ground started to shake underneath my feet with the weight of what I assume was a gaining giant. My eyes screwed shut as I forced myself to push even harder. The vibrations rocked my body and it felt like each footstep came with a heart tremor.

I forced my eyes open and I noticed I was almost level with the school doors. A garbage disposal-esque chuckle echoed in my ears from behind. I felt it rather than saw it. I ducked and rolled underneath a meaty arm swiped where my head had been moments ago. Asphalt dug into my skin and stung my already existing wounds. "You don't have time," the thought crossed my mind and then I was running again. Bolting straight for the school doors.

I threw my body weight against the door and used it to push me forward. It crashed against the wall. The impact sent the door rocketing back just in time for the giant to rip it off its hinges. The sound of metal ripping rang through the hallway. I swerved down another hallway that forked into two separate hallways. The classic left or right problem. A horrifying crash of metal on metal sounded behind me. I turned around without thinking to see an entire row of lockers decimated by the very large door the giant had ripped off its hinges.

"Shit," the word left my mouth softly and was soon replaced with a bad taste as the giant was suddenly in my view only a dozen or so feet away from me. A sickening grin spread across its face. I turned and started to sprint down the hallway. Left or Right. It's getting closer. Left or Right. I was getting even closer to the split which means I could get away again. "Almost there". I could almost smell the giant behind me and the vibrations started to shock my body again. Left or Right.

Pain shocked my body as I was fucking bitch slapped down the left hallway. So much for the illusion of choice. My body flew sideways down the short hallway. I don't think it even counts as a hallway really. My body collided with something metal and solid yet it gave way to my body. I was suddenly thrown into a much smellier environment. Through blurry vision, I recognized the thing I hit as a door, which at the moment was an accomplishment. The giant I had been running from ducked down and entered the room I had landed in. It closed the doors behind it like a polite gentleman.

I blinked rapidly to regain my vision and rolled over on to back. Bad idea. I yelped, "Fuck."

The pain shocked my system into focus. Gym, I'm in a fucking gym class. The hardwood floors were cool on my mostly bare legs. Wow, I bet these kids didn't wanna see my pink polka dot boxers today. "Tiny but a demigod is a demigod," growled a voice from across the room.

I began to slowly push myself up as I analyzed the room. Multiple other giants, okay then. Is that a cyclops, great. Skinny boy standing in the middle of it all, wonderful. Possible broken ribs, perfect. Today is just going great.

The raven-haired boy stared at me with wide eyes as I slowly steadied myself on my feet. His sea green eyes flickered over me rapidly and then to the giant behind me. He was skinny but not scrawny. His clothes were slightly ragged and burned in spots. His shaggy black hair was all over the place as well. The cyclops looking thing stood behind him almost cowering slightly. Also what the actual fuck is a demigod?

"Time to die, demigods," One of the giants roared as a flaming ball of metal flew towards the boy. He dove out of the way with surprising agility. The cyclops caught the ball out of the air and it steamed wildly in his hands. I stared in shock as he looked down at the metal in his hands almost like he didn't expect that to work. From the look on the boy's face neither did he.

That's when the chaos really started. Flaming metal balls were being hurled at us at an almost constant rate. The skinny boy was no longer their only target. I found myself diving out of the way and being thrown back by explosions. The pain in my right side getting more and more sharp everytime I hit the ground. Things were being yelled that I ignored for the most part.

Then the boy sprinted past my face after another collision with my old friend Mr. Hardwood Floor. I watched him as he bolted towards a set of doors that no one had been able to get through. My eyes flicked to giants and watched in horror as one of them had their sights set on him. I watched the metal ball whistled through the air making a noise, not unlike a tea kettle. He dove out of the way at the last possible second. The metal ball obliterating the door and opening up an escape. I couldn't see through the smoke to see where the door led.

I saw a head full of dark hair sprint through the smoke and debris until he was completely out of sight. I pushed myself off the floor and began to sprint after him. Holding my hand over my mouth and nose as I ran through pure dust and smoke. It was the closest I had to an exit at the moment. The smell of the burning boys' locker room filled my senses as I ran through the hole in the wall.

"No," yelled a voice behind me. I turned around and noticed the silhouette of the boy. He must not have run as far ahead as I anticipated. The Cyclops sat slumped against the wall with a large ball of metal rolling a few feet away. The impact of the Cyclops body created a giant hole in the wall. I could see the street and busy cars on the other side just barely. "Stop! I'm the one you want," the raven-haired boy yelled waving his arms wildly.

The debris had settled and there were piles of clothes laying everywhere across the gym. The Cyclops attempts to rise to his feet, but he just couldn't. I skirted the edges of the gym, heading towards the hole in the wall. I began to get closer and closer to the cyclops. He appeared more dazed than dying.

"So you wish to die first, demigod?" the giant chuckles menacingly as the metal ball was rolled between his hands. It had spoken right about the time I had reached where the cyclops laid. My eyes trained on it. Fear soaked my body despite my best efforts. I didn't want to be afraid of him. He had been helping that boy it seemed. His singular eye flickered towards me. No. Behind me.

"Percy," the cyclops whispered as I turned my head toward where he was looking. The boy, Percy, I guess, was charging towards the giant like a damn fool. My heartbeat spiked in my chest as a slow grin spread across the monster's face. It raised it's arm to hurl the ball at Percy. My eyes shut automatically, and I braced myself for the sound of crunching bones. It didn't come after 30 seconds. Slowly. I let my eyes open.

The giant's body was completely rigid when he groaned, "Ow." It went up in green flames before dissolving into pure gold dust. Behind where the giant had stood was a tall, California tan girl. The knife in her hand almost matched the color of her hair, dark-ish yet still holding a golden shine.

"That's the girl ... That's the girl—" Some random bulky boy mumbled and pointed at the girl.

The girl punched him in the nose and knocked him flat on his back. "And you," she told him, "lay off my friend." Welp, it is rude to point.

The gym was in flames. Kids were still running around screaming. I heard sirens wailing and a garbled voice over the intercom. Through the glass windows of the exit doors, I could see people trying to get inside the gym. It was about my time to bolt, I think.

"Annabeth ..." Percy stammered. "How did you ... how long have you ..."

"Pretty much all morning." She sheathed her bronze knife. "I've been trying to find a good time to talk to you, but you were never alone."

"The shadow I saw this morning—that was—" His face turning bright red. "Oh my gods, you were looking in my bedroom window?"

"There's no time to explain!" she snapped, though she looked a little red-faced herself. "I just didn't want to—"

"There!" a woman screamed. The doors burst open and the adults came pouring in. Yep, definitely, my time to bolt. This was getting too wild.

"Meet me outside," Annabeth told him. "And them." She pointed to the Cyclops and I. Annabeth gave us a look of distaste that I didn't quite understand and felt vaguely offended by.

"You'd better bring them."

"What?"

"No time!" she said. "Hurry!"

She put on a Yankees baseball cap and instantly vanished. I blinked rapidly at where she had stood. She wasn't reappearing or maybe I was just crazy. That left us all standing in the middle of the burning gymnasium as the adults came charging in with a couple of police officers.

"Percy Jackson?" A man who appeared to be the principal or something said. "What ... how ..."

Next, to me the cyclops groaned and stood up from the pile of cinder block, "Head hurts."

I grabbed a random pair of pants and started to put them on. I tried to get the buttons as fast as possible with my shaking hands. The kid who got socked in the face yelled, "Percy did it, Mr. Bonsai! He set the whole building on fire. Coach Nunley will tell you! He saw it all!"

The gym teacher who had set off to the side in a metal lawn chair looked up just in time to mumble in agreement with the kid. I watched Percy lunge towards something the pile of clothes nearest to him. He turned and sprinted towards the hole in the wall, "C'mon Tyson."

"You too," He grabbed me by the wrist and began dragging me through the streets of New York behind him. He pulled me down several blocks. I kept up with him easily but he had a habit of jerking my arm in just the right way to make my ribs twinge in pain. He stumbled down an alley and jerked my arm especially hard. I ripped it out of his grip and stumbled backward. My back bumping into Tyson's very solid front.

The girl from before reappeared. I blinked and looked around for possible places she could've come from that fast.

"Where'd you find them?" she demanded, pointing at Tyson. She leveled at stare a Percy with her hands on her hips.

"He's my friend, he goes to my school," Percy explained. "And she just kinda showed up one of them was chasing her."

"I am a man," I interjected, not sounding nearly as manly as I wanted. All I got was an apologetic look from Percy before his attention was turned back to Annabeth.

"Is he homeless?"

Percy's face scrunched up in confusion and disbelief. "What does that have to do with anything? He can hear you, you know. Why don't you ask him?"

"He can talk?"

"I talk," Tyson added in a friendly manner. So far he was my favorite. "You are pretty."

"Gross," Annabeth took a few steps away. She turned around slowly while Percy approached Tyson. He took his hand and began to examine it. Her eyes flickered quickly between all three of us. She watched Tyson for a long moment as Percy brought the cyclops's hand very close to his face. Her attention then turned to me. "You're a demigod."

Her voice may have been hesitant, but it was a statement. A light burning sensation appeared in a line on my back. It moved up and over my shoulder. I could feel it start to slither down my arm. I pulled the sleeve of my sweater down so that it covered my hand. "What the hell is a demigod?"

Annabeth opened her mouth as if to say something and took a few steps towards me.

"Tyson," Percy said slowly in disbelief. "Your hands aren't even burned."

"Of course not," Annabeth muttered. "I'm surprised the Laestrygonians had the guts to attack you with him around." Annabeth then swatted at Tyson's hand as he tried to pet her blonde hair.

"Annabeth," Percy said, "what are you talking about? Laistry-what?"

"Laestrygonians. The monsters. They're a race of cannibals who live in the far north. Odysseus ran into them once," she looked into the distance like she was thinking deeply. "I've never seen them as far south as New York before."

"Laistry—I can't even say that. What would you call them in English?"

"Canadians," she decided. "Now come on, we have to get out of here."

"The police'll be after me."

"That's the least of our problems," she said. "Have you been having the dreams?"

I zoned out of their conversation. I only caught snippets as my brain struggled to comprehend all this new information. What is a demigod? Who is this Grover guy? What the hell did dreams have to do with this? The itching sensation started up again. It crawled up my arm and slithered down my body. It got more and more intense until it was just an intense burning on my left calf. I looked down the length of the alley. I could feel a slight twinge of dull pain from biting my own lip. Cars zoomed by and sirens distantly sounded, but everything felt blurry. All sound was notably dulled. Despite having 20/20 vision, everything was out of focus and fuzzy. Except for a woman on the other side of the street. When we made eye contact the burning sensation on my leg got even hotter. Her black trenchcoat contrasted against the white of her t-shirt underneath. She leaned lazily against a gnarled wooden staff almost the same length as her impressive height. Smoke swirled thickly above her raven-haired head like she occupied an atmosphere just for her and they were the clouds. Our eyes met for a long moment then I blinked and she was gone. The burning subsided almost immediately.

"Camp," she said at last. "Big trouble at camp."

"My mom was saying the same thing! But what kind of trouble?" Percy exclaimed. I turned my head towards the two of them. everything was still blurry and out of focus, but I could listen better now.

I don't know exactly. We have to get there right away. Monsters have been chasing me all the way from Virginia, trying to stop me. Have you had a lot of attacks?"

Percy shook his head and scrunched his brow up. "None all year ... until today."

"None? But how ..." Both of our eyes drifted towards Tyson. Annabeth spoke lightly, "Oh."

"What do you mean, 'oh'?" Percy was starting to look extremely frustrated with his lack of answers.

Annabeth's eyes turned towards me. She raised an eyebrow quizzically in my direction. "What about you? Have you been chased by things no one else sees?"

I focused more than I felt I should've had to answer her question. I played with my own fingers and diverted my unfocused vision to anywhere except for her. "Yeah."

I felt a hand on my shoulder rather than saw it. I redirected my eyes to her slightly blurred silhouette. Whatever was happening, it was getting better. My vision was fading out rather than staying completely blurred. Annabeth asked softly, "How long has this been happening?" She bit her lip and squeezed my shoulder. "How old are you?"

I blinked a few times and focused on finding the words to speak. I stated, "I'm from Maine, they've been following me since I left." I pulled a deep breath into my lungs. "I turned twelve last month... that- that's when I left."

The words had come out shakier than I had meant, but Annabeth only nodded stoically. She furrowed her brow and opened her mouth to speak. Tyson spoke first after raising his hand like a young schoolboy, "Canadians in the gym called Percy something... Son of the Sea God?"

Annabeth's hand dropped off my shoulder as she and Percy shared a look. Percy sighed and his eyes flickered to me before settling on Tyson. Percy took a stepped forward with a calming smile. "Big guy, you ever hear those old stories about the Greek gods? Like Zeus, Poseidon, Athena—"

"Yes," Tyson said.

"Well ... those gods are still alive. They kind of follow Western Civilization around, living in the strongest countries, so like now they're in the U.S. And sometimes they have kids with mortals. Kids called half-bloods." Percy moved his hands a lot when he spoke. When I listened close I could hear his New York accent.

"Yes," Tyson said like he knew everything that was already being told to him. I watched confused as I listened in to the things Percy said. The things he was saying were... weird.

"Uh, well, Annabeth and I are half-bloods," Percy added despite the growing confused expression on his face, "We're like ... heroes-in-training. They attack us. That's what those giants were in the gym. Monsters."

"Yes."

Percy stared at him with a furrowed brow. He didn't seem surprised or confused by what he was being told. Meanwhile, my heart had picked up. The itching sensation started up again and moved up to the middle of my back. "So ... you believe me?"

Tyson nodded. "But you are ... Son of the Sea God?"

"Yeah," Percy admitted slowly. "My dad is Poseidon."

Tyson frowned. Now he looked confused. "But then ..."

A siren wailed. A police car raced past our alley. I flinched without meaning to.

"We don't have time for this," Annabeth said. "We'll talk in the taxi."

"A taxi all the way to camp?" Percy said in complete shock like a true New Yorker. "You know how much money—"

"Trust me." Annabeth cut him off.

"Um," the word came out without me thinking about it, "What about Tyson?"

Percy and Annabeth shared a look. Percy said, "She- he's right." He sent an apologetic smile my way. "He'll be in trouble too. We should take him."

"Yeah." Annabeth looked grim. "We definitely need to take him. Now come on."

I watched as Percy's face scrunched up at her tone. She grasped my hand and dragged me out of the alley behind her. We started navigating the streets of New York. Sirens sounding around the area, and a visible plume of smoke floating into the air a couple blocks back. I lost count of how any back alleys we ducked down. It felt like only a matter of time till a lucky cop drove past and saw us. Annabeth wasn't nearly as rough on my arm as Percy had been. It was understable though, he had been in a hurry. Although the dull pain of my ribs was getting sharper as the adrenaline was beginning to leave my system. We finally reached a street corner that I did not recognize.

"Here," Annabeth declared as she swung her backpack around and began to search it. She squinted in concentration. "I hope I still have one left."

My eyes flicked around traffic waiting for a cop car to show up. Hell, maybe even another monster.

"What are you looking for?" Percy asked.

Annabeth continued to dig through her bag, biting her lip. "Found one. Thank the gods." Annabeth pulled out a gold coin that i didn't recognize.

"Annabeth," Percy stated dryly, "New York taxi drivers won't take that."

"Stêthi," she shouted in some strange language. "Ô hárma diabolês!"

I didn't recognize the language. I had the smallest suspicion that I had heard it before, but I didn't know what it was. As she spoke though, the words began to translate in my head until they made sense. She'd said: Stop, Chariot of Damnation!

Which did not sound like a good time to me. It definitely didn't look like a good time when the asphalt in the street turned red. It bubbled and liquified. The whole scene was disturbing and reminded me of boiling blood. From the ooze a taxi sign appeared, then the roof of the car, and then the rest of it. It was identical to any New York Taxi, except that it was a smokey gray and looked thirty years old. I peeked at the backseat that had erupted from the ground in a position that I could see right into it. There were three seats, and with Tyson's large size, three people alone would've been a squeeze.

The passenger window rolled down, and an old woman stuck her head out. She had a mop of old tangled hair that covered her eyes, and she mumbled hoarsely, "Passage? Passage?"

"Four to Camp Half-Blood," Annabeth said as she strolled to the backseat door and opened it.

"Ach!" the old woman screeched. "We don't take his kind!"

She pointed a bony finger at Tyson. I watched the annoyed and frustrated look take over Percy's face as the woman gestured angrily at Tyson.

"Extra pay," Annabeth promised dryly. "Three more drachmae on arrival."

"Done!" the woman screamed. She slapped the side of the cab lightly almost like she was inviting us inside.

Annabeth held the door open as Percy got in first. He scooted across the old leather seat to the other side of the cab. Tyson had to scrunch his body up to crawl into the cab after Percy. I could see his knees almost touching his chest, masking Percy almost completely from my view. Annabeth climbed in last. Which left me ass out on the curb. "Um, guys.." I said, bringing Annabeth's attention from her chain seatbelt to me.

Annabeth looked at Tyson and Percy tightly packed in the cab then back to me. She scrunched her brow and then said slowly, "Just sit in my lap."

"Oh," I said, the word slipped out weakly followed by a very squeaky, "Okay."

Annabeth shut the door behind me. I tried very hard to not move too much in her lap after I initially sat down. One of her arms wrapped around my middle lazily, I suspected so it wouldn't have to be pushed up against Tyson. I noticed there were, in fact, three old women in the front seat. They all had the same stringy hair, and sackcloth dresses that did nothing to hide that they were basically skin and bones.

The one driving screamed, "Long Island! Out-of-metro fare bonus! Ha!"

She put the gas pedal to the literal metal of the cab floor. I felt myself rocket forward. I almost flew out of Annabeth's lap and through the front window. I firmly believe I would have if she hadn't wrapped her other arm around me tightly in time. I could've sworn I felt my ribs bend in the most painful way possible, and it is highly possible I swore very loudly.

A prerecorded voice came on over the speaker, far too cheerful for what was taking place, "Hi, this is Ganymede, cupbearer to Zeus, and when I'm out buying wine for the Lord of the Skies, I always buckle up!"

We zoomed around a corner and I could feel my stomach move inside my old Disney-witch-looking lady sitting in the middle screeched, "Look out! Go left!"

"Well, if you'd give me the eye, Tempest, I could see that!" the driver complained.

I looked back at Annabeth, but before I could say anything the driver swerved over a curb. My head slammed against the ceiling and I came too close to biting off my tongue.

"Wasp!" the third lady said to the driver. "Give me the girl's coin! I want to bite it."

"You bit it last time, Anger!" said the driver, whose name must've been Wasp. "It's my turn!"

"Is not!" yelled the one called Anger.

The middle one, Tempest, screamed, "Red light!"

"Brake!" yelled Anger.

Instead, Wasp floored the accelerator and rode up on the curb, screeching around another corner, and knocking over a newspaper box with the rear end of the cab. I could feel myself beginning to panic. My chest tightened like someone was blowing up my heart like a balloon, and there was no longer any space for anything else. The itching sensation escalated into a light burning and it went insane up and down my back. It moved unpredictably like a wild animal in a corner. I could feel my breathing hitch with each rapid breath. I felt Annabeth's grip tighten slightly. She spoke softly in my ear, "It's okay, breathe."

We sped down another street and two more corners before I had my breathing under control with constant reminders from Annabeth. She loosened her grip to make it easier for me to breathe.

"Excuse me," Percy said from the other side of the taxi. "But ... can you see?"

"No!" screamed Wasp from behind the wheel.

"No!" screamed Tempest from the middle.

"Of course!" screamed Anger by the shotgun window. She sounded way to smug for my liking.

I looked at Annabeth. "They're blind?"

"Not completely," Annabeth said. "They have an eye."

"One eye?" Percy yelled over the sound of the speeding car.

"Yeah."

"Each?" He asked and even from the other side of the cab I could see the desperate hope in his eyes.

"No. One eye total." We both looked at her with an expression that portrayed the pure feeling of 'Why?'. She shrugged and stated, "Hey, Gray Sisters Taxi is the fastest way to camp."

Next, to me, Tyson groaned and grabbed the seat. "Not feeling so good."

Percy and I shared a look of panic. This was not good at all. The big guy meant big stomach, and I was not looking to find out what had been the lunch special at that hippie school. Percy said something too quietly for me to hear, but the look on his face was enough to understand the fear behind it.

"If it's the fastest way to camp," Percy yelled, "Why not take it from Virginia?"

"That's outside their service area," she said, like that should be obvious. "They only serve Greater New York and surrounding communities."

"We've had famous people in this cab!" Anger exclaimed. "Jason! You remember him?"

"Don't remind me!" Wasp wailed. "And we didn't have a cab back then, you old bat. That was three thousand years ago!"

"Give me the tooth!" Anger tried to grab at Wasp's mouth, but Wasp swatted her hand away.

"Only if Tempest gives me the eye!"

"No!" Tempest screeched. "You had it yesterday!"

"But I'm driving, you old hag!"

"Excuses! Turn! That was your turn!"

Wasp swerved around a corner clipping the curb on my side hard. My side of the cab jumped and I fell out of Annabeth's lap. Turning in mid-air. I landed on the floorboards. My ribs landing right on top of Tyson's huge feet. I yelped in pain without meaning to.

The three sisters were fighting for real now, slapping each other as Anger tried to grab at Wasp's face and Wasp tried to grab at Tempest's. With their hair flying and their mouths open, screaming at each other, I realized that none of the sisters had any teeth except for Wasp, who had one mossy yellow incisor. Instead of eyes, they just had closed, sunken eyelids, except for Anger, who had one bloodshot green eye that stared at everything hungrily, as if it couldn't get enough of anything it saw.

Finally, Anger, who had the advantage of sight, managed to yank the tooth out of her sister Wasp's mouth. This made Wasp so mad she swerved toward the edge of the Williamsburg Bridge, yelling, "'Ivit back! 'Ivit back!"

I heard Tyson groan above me. Percy yelled at the top of his lungs, "Uh, if anybody's interested, we're going to die!"

We clipped something on the bridge that caused my body to pop off the floorboards before slamming back down again. I groaned, "If anyone's interested I'm dying."

"Don't worry," Annabeth tried to reassure us, sounding pretty worried. "The Gray Sisters know what they're doing. They're really very wise."

Yes, wise!" Anger grinned in the rearview mirror, showing off her newly acquired rotting tooth. "We know things!"

"Every street in Manhattan!" Wasp bragged, still hitting her sister. "The capital of Nepal!"

"The location you seek!" Tempest added.

Immediately her sisters pummeled her from either side, screaming, "Be quiet! Be quiet! He didn't even ask yet!"

"What?" Percy said, sounding very confused. "What location? I'm not seeking any—"

"Nothing!" Tempest said. "You're right, boy. It's nothing!"

"Tell me."

"No!" they all screamed.

"The last time we told, it was horrible!" Tempest said.

"Eye tossed in a lake!" Anger agreed.

"Years to find it again!" Wasp moaned. "And speaking of that—give it back!"

"No!" yelled Anger.

"Eye!" Wasp yelled. "Gimme!"

She whacked her sister Anger on the back. There was a sickening pop and something flew out of Anger's face. Anger fumbled for it, trying to catch it, but she only managed to swat it with the back of her hand. The eye flew directly over my face in what felt like slow motion. I watched it as it arced directly into Percy's lap. He jumped in his seat which caused his feet to slam back down to the floorboards way too close to my head, and for the eye to fall and roll under the driver's seat. I could see multiple sets of bony, gnarled hands reach for it. The eye was just a few inches out of their reach and they just didn't know where to look.

"I can't see!" all three sisters yelled.

"Give me the eye!" Wasp wailed.

"Give her the eye!" Annabeth screamed.

"I don't have it!" Percy exclaimed with his hands up.

I snatched the eye out from under the seat. It was dark green and covered in a slime-like it had been coated pond scum. I held it with two hands to keep it from slipping out of my hands.

The taxi slammed against the guardrail and skidded along with a horrible grinding noise. The whole car shuddered, billowing gray smoke as if it were about to dissolve from the strain. I could smell the smoke from inside the taxi and it was sickening. Wasp yanked the wheel, and the taxi swerved away from the rail. We hurtled down the bridge, going faster than any human taxi could ever.

"Going to be sick!" Tyson warned.

"Nice boy!" Anger cried, as if she somehow knew I had her missing peeper. "Give it back!"

I looked at Percy, and our eyes met. Without looking away from him, I yelled, "Tell Percy about whatever location this is."

"No time!" Tempest cried. "Accelerating!"

Percy nodded at me with a slight bit of fear after looking at the window. My pulse was going as fast as the taxi, but I forced a steady breath into my lungs. I threatened, "Better make it fast then."

Annabeth warned, "they can't find our destination without the eye. We'll just keep accelerating until we break into a million pieces."

"First they have to tell me," Percy said, not breaking eye contact with me. We had a silent agreement to see this through now. Why was I doing it? I don't know, it was just instinct and I was too far in now.

"No!" the Gray Sisters wailed. "Too dangerous!"

"I swear to god!" I yelled as deeply and threateningly as I could, "I will smash this eye against the floorboards and you will spend eternity looking for the pieces."

"Wait!" the Gray Sisters screamed. "30, 31, 75, 12!" They yelled in complete panicked unison. It was almost scary and made no sense to me whatsoever.

"What do you mean?" I said. "That makes no sense!"

"30, 31, 75, 12!" Anger wailed. "That's all we can tell you. Now give us the eye! Almost to camp!"

I sat up, and I could see through the window we were no longer on some kind of highway. It was a dirt road surrounded on both sides by perfect green grass. We were still speeding uncontrollably. Annabeth demanded, "Give them the fucking eye."

I sprung into action. I shoved the eye into the driver's bony palm. I could hear the wet suction noise as she popped the eye into her socket. Ahead of us was a large hill with a pine tree atop of it.

"Whoa!" yelled Wasp.

She slammed on the brakes. The taxi spun four or five times in a cloud of smoke and squealed to a halt in the middle of the farm road at the base of the hill. We were all, but somehow magically forced out of the taxi. I landed on my ass next to Tyson.

Tyson let loose a huge belch. "Better now."

Percy scrambled to his feet and walked up to the passenger side window, "Now tell me what those numbers mean."

He didn't get his answer as they sped away nearly running over his foot in the process. I nearly choked on the dust they left behind. I looked around the area we had been dropped.

"No time!" Annabeth yelled at Percy.

In the distance, I could hear yelling. I looked at the hill and realized it was coming from the other side. I listened closely and it started to sound more like screaming. I saw a few plumes of smoke coming from the other side of the hill. Campfires? Then the sound of metal clanging met my ears. Then a large shiny beast ran into my range of view on the top of the hill and blew fire from it's mouth into the air.

"What the hell kind of camp is this?"

I've been wanting to write a pjo story for awhile so here it is. I had to write this twice, so i hope y'all like it, cause i haven't posted in like a year. don't be afraid to comment cause i did my best and imma try to make all chapters around this