A/N Thanks to The Shadowman, my first reviewer.

Ch.2

"Ah, Perseus! Just the man I wanted to see!" said Chaos. The three weeks had passed in a blur, and Percy had worked very hard to regain some semblance of fitness in order to complete Chaos's missions impossible. Upon reading the contract, Percy had discovered several clauses that wouldn't be too good for him if he failed, or refused to participate.

"Are you ready for your first mission? Also, in the future I will be sending you dossiers, burn after reading of course." Chaos said with a wink. "Your first task will be something juicy. You will partake in an assassination!"

Percy was slightly confused.

"Just an assassination? I've killed plenty of important people!" he said. Chaos smiled sadistically.

"Let me rephrase that. You will be competing with the Hunters of Artemis to assassinate Orion in Ancient Greece. You will have to complete the kill before they do, and if you succeed you will have to endure being hunted by them for the next several millennia!"

Percy smiled. Obstructing the hunt of Artemis was sure to lead to an untimely death. Then he paled, remembering the contract.

"What do you mean the next several millennia? I'm pretty sure I'm not immortal, Lord Chaos, sir!" Percy said disdainfully. "And I'll have you know that I was perfectly fine killing myself with a toaster. Pissing off the hunters isn't how I envisioned my death!" he added.

"Percy, Percy, my dear Percy," Chaos chuckled. "It's called Mission Impossible for a reason! You didn't think I was just going to have you doing something stupid, like toppling the western civilization with twitter? No, everything you do will at least be as hard as finding a small catholic family!"

Percy's chances weren't looking good.

"What about the immortality?"

"When you signed that contract, you didn't just sell me your soul! You became the Champion of Chaos! A position of that level demands at least partial immortality. You have, coincidentally, the same type of immortality as the Hunters of Artemis."

"Gods-be-damned! How is this whole thing gonna work, man? You're gonna send me back in time to survive for several millennia while you ring up once every couple centuries to do some weird-ass task?" Percy asked angrily.

"Yup, pretty much."

"What the fuck?" Percy was perturbed.

"Like I said, the three most common words!"

"What the actual fuck?" Percy was extremely perturbed.

"That's not a new one. You're not unique."

"Why me Chaos? Why pick me?" asked Percy.

Chaos straightened up and looked at Percy, with an expression of sly curiosity.

"Truthfully, I think you need this Percy Jackson. Look at you- you're passive. Where's the demigod that gained the respect of the gods? Who became a beloved figure to the Romans? Where's the feisty little spitfire who went stole the lightning bolt? Huh? You need time to heal, but you don't need idle time. Plus, I collect souls. Yours is a beautiful emerald color, too good to pass up." Chaos mused. "And then there's the fact that you're the most entertaining thing since the Red Scare."

"For the record, I didn't steal the lightning bolt; I retrieved it, with the help of my friends." Percy grumbled.

Chaos smiled.

"Before I send you off, I will bestow upon you a gift. For this task, you are the hunter, but it is very likely you will become the hunted," he smirked. "So I will give you a bow, arrows, and a quiver. They are the teeth and claws of the predator." Percy groaned in misery. " I will also give you two hunting knives, they are the horns and hooves of the prey. Ta-ta, Percy Jackson, and remember: always check your shoulder!"

Chaos snapped his fingers.

xxx

Ancient Greece wasn't really what Percy imagined. He couldn't see any hairy naked men wrestling each other in a fight to the death, there weren't any townships being ransacked by Spartans, no weary travelers being accosted by nagging monsters, and there sure weren't any identifiable Orions.

It's probably lucky there aren't any identifiable hunters either. Percy thought.

He was currently in Crete, on the trail of the hunter in the sky. He was camping along the coast, refusing to stay in any area with a settled population. The best way to complete this task was to find the hunters, and they would be out in the wilderness, not in some cushy (for ancient standards) village or citadel.

Percy was going to make his way to Chrysi Island, which had the largest Lebanon Cedar forest in all of Europe. Forest means hunters. Hunters means forest. Never mind the fact that there wasn't any natural drinking water in the whole of Chrysi. There were probably birds there, good target practice, and he might be able to use his time to become somewhat mediocre with a bow. Or so he hoped.

What do I know about Orion? Orion… hunted with Artemis and Leto… killed by Apollo or Artemis depending on whom you asked. I'm missing something. Merope? Chia? Chia pets? Pinocchio? Oenopion? Oenopion? And Chios! That's it!

Orion was the son of Poseidon and Euryale, the Princess of Crete. Orion could skate like Jesus on the waves because of Daddy-O. He walked on the sea to the island of Chios where he got drunk and attempted to rape Merope, the child of Oenopion, who happened to be the King of Chios. Oenopion plucked out Orion's eyes and drove him away. Orion made his way to Lemnos where the Forge of Hephaestus was located. After pleading with the god, Hephaestus made Orion mechanical eyes. Orion returned to Chios to get back at Oenopion, even though it was because of his attempted sexual assault that got himself in the situation in the first place. Oenopion managed to escape. Orion's then ventured to Crete where he hunted with Artemis and Leto. He and Artemis got a little too close, and Apollo came in a misguided attempt to protect Artemis' chastity. That lady doesn't need any protection. He tricked Artemis into killing Orion, and as a tribute to her dead buddy she placed him in the sky. Unfortunately, she couldn't get him back down again when his rat-bastardness was discovered, and Artemis' hatred for men was reinforced.

Okay, something's gonna be changed here. It all depended on when Percy was in relation to the story. If he was before the story even started, he could prevent a lot of suffering. But Chaos had inferred he would likely come into contact with the Hunters of Artemis, which meant he was probably in the latter half.

We'll go train in Chrysi, and pay attention to the goings-on in Crete.

With that thought, Percy hit the waves, heading for Chrysi.

xxx

The birds on Chrysi were a very nice shade of messi. They were lighter than the original color, and very beautiful. Percy Jackson wanted to kill them all.

"Stay still, you twat!" The bird mobbed him again, as he brought up the bow, drew back the string, and took careful aim. The bird perched midway up a tree, on a branch that extended over the beach. He let the arrow go. In a majestic arc, it flew, and buried itself in his foot.

"FUCK! Oh shit, that hurts!" The bird squawked and flew away.

Percy had been on Chrysi for about six weeks. Between re-discovering his uselessness with a bow, practicing with the hunting knives, and turf wars with the local nudist colony, his time was well occupied. Hearing the sound of drums in the distance, followed by chanting and a blood-curdling scream, Percy groaned.

"Please tell me they didn't summon Lamia again! She just wouldn't die!"

Percy took off as the chanting and drums grew louder. The nudist colony really brought a new meaning to the phrase "noisy neighbors". He quickly cleared his campsite, running along the shoreline, in case he need to use the sea. From what he'd figured out, the colony was very fond of their bi-lunar cycle ritual sacrifices to summon daemons from the darkest depths of Tartarus. His first night on the island he had been attacked by several powerful empousa, as well as a hellhound or two. The chanting suddenly cut off as more screams rang out from down the shoreline.

Percy groaned again.

"What did they do this time?"

He found his answer, as a creature that looked half 'MURICA, half Aslan, and full "I'm about to fuck you up!" pranced into his path. This thing didn't sprint, waddle, or gallop, it didn't lumber or flounce; but it bounded into the path with a spring in its step, prancing all the way!

Percy groaned.

"Fuck. My. Life."

Before the son of Poseidon, in all of its obtuse glory, was a griffin. A griffin whose beak was currently bloodstained, and whose eyes promised vengeance. Percy did what anyone would do. He turned and ran. Or hobbled, in his case.

Just gotta get to the sea to the sea to the FUCK! The griffin tripped Percy, metres from the sea. It raised its taloned foreleg, ready to coat it in gore. It swung, and was surprised when its strike was parried into the sand. Percy drew the other hunting knife, and raked it across the griffin's chest. The griffin screeched, and jumped over Percy, maneuvering itself between him and the sea. Steaming blood dripped slowly from its chest, and where it dropped the sand melted to glass.

"I know some of them were a little on the skinny side, but don't you think the nudists were a tad more delectable than me?" The griffin rushed towards him, screaming all the way. Percy groaned. "Come and get it, bird-brain!"

Percy slashed wildly at the creature's shoulder, but the griffin blocked it with a knuckle. Its head gouged at Percy's chest, and drew blood on the left side. It sprung off the demigod, leaving four gashes on Percy's leg where the lion's paw had planted itself. Percy charged wildly, quickly covering the distance. He brought his knives towards both sides of the griffin, and when it blocked he kicked the gash on its chest. As it was gasping in pain, he resumed his sprint to the sea. Just as he was about to make it, pain erupted from his left ankle.

The griffin had latched itself onto his leg, and was biting and scratching along the back of his calf. Screaming, Percy brought a hunting knife down on the anchoring eagle foot, severing it. He dragged himself and the griffin into the water, grasping its head. He brought his other hand under the creature's neck, and the water rushed to do his bidding. In less than a second, the griffin was impaled on a water sword that was sharper than Michael Jackson's post-surgery nose. Probably sturdier, too.

The griffin looked surprised as begin to vanish into dust, leaving behind its detached forepaw. Looking down at his leg, which was doing its best to heal itself, Percy turned a light shade of green. His achilles tendon was ruptured and visible, and his calf was cut to the bone in two places.

At least it was the same leg he shot with the arrow. Percy groaned, and just before he fainted into the waves, he caught a flash of gold, right on the edge of his vision.

xxx

Percy woke up on the forest floor, a tent above his head. He could still smell the cedar, as well as the sea. He was also bound and gagged, which was kind of annoying.

Wiggling onto his side, he paused as he hit something furry, which yelped in surprise. Straining his head to take in his surroundings, he immediately stopped moving.

Of course they put him in the wolf tent.

There were six sleeping wolves in various positions surrounding him.

"I wouldn't move if I were you."

The voice came from beyond Percy's line of sight. It was slightly gravely, much like gravel.

"I'll admit I've never found myself in such a situation. Coming across a powerful child embraced by the waves after defeating a terrible monster. Usually it is I who is doing the defeating, and I who is embraced."

Due to an inherent flair for dramatics, the man strode into his sight before continuing. Cold, golden mechanical eyes glinted in the light from a torch that magically appeared just for this dramatic moment.

"I did not know of any other children of Poseidon in all of Greece, and here I find one on the verge of manhood. Most suspicious." Orion licked his lips.

Another wolf entered the tent and stood beside him, bringing the total canine count to seven. This one was a stark white compared to the grayish-black of its compatriots.

"I will give you three minutes to explain yourself. Any more or less, and I shall kill you."

Orion had the dramatic speech down to a plus. He removed the gag, and gestured for Percy to speak.

"Uh… You know how it goes, man," said Percy in his most hippie voice possible. "I just wanted, to like, connect with myself man, you know, become one with my inner-self…"

Orion nodded thoughtfully.

"An admirable prospect. How exactly did you go about this quest for inner-peace?"

"That's actually a pretty chaotic story. I wouldn't want to bore you with the details."

"I see. And how did this bring you to Chrysi?"

"I found out about this really cool commune...ity. I decided to go check it out, but it turns out our politics were too different."

Orion seemed happy with his explanation.

"Sirius detected no lies from you, so I have decided I can trust you." Orion pointed towards the white wolf, who was currently humping a tent post. "Tell me, have you been in the area long? I have come to search for Artemis, to finally find a worthy hunting companion."

Percy nodded his assent.

"Yes, I came here from Crete. Do you think you could untie me now? And maybe give me back my weapons?"

"Crete, you say?" Orion ignored his question. "That's where I'm going! It's prime Artemis territory!" Orion smirked. "Two minutes and fifty-seven seconds… you're lucky I'm feeling merciful."

Percy smirked. It couldn't have been thirty seconds.

Orion rushed out of the tent, Sirius bounding after him. In his rush, he had stepped on one of the other wolves' tail. It woke up, raised its head, and turned its eyes to Percy.

He let out a relieved sigh when it lay back down.

xxx

"Lady Artemis, I have brought you an offering!"

Percy was certifiably fucked. Orion had dragged him, literally, into his chase for Artemis. After their conversation, Orion had refused to remove his bonds, and kept him gagged with the wolves. The only good thing was that his leg was healed. It was amazing what being dragged through the waves would do for a son of Poseidon. Keeping him restrained was unintentionally wise on Orion's part, as Percy would have certainly attempted to kill him if he had full accessibility to movement, as well as weapons. His pursuit had lead them near the peak of Mt. Ida, in Crete.

For a fortnight, Percy had had nothing to eat except scraps of raw meat, as Orion may have been a hunter, but he wasn't a cook, and he definitely wasn't generous.

So, here he was. Bound and gagged at the feet of Lady Artemis, most likely about to meet his end. If you'd asked Percy a few weeks earlier, he would've been happy about it.

The goddess looked him over, and shrugged.

"I've seen better."

Orion looked gobsmacked. Percy didn't know whether to be offended, or relieved. He chose a mixture.

"My lady?"

"I've seen better. This one's nothing special. Look at it. Utterly defeated. I prefer my prey with some fight left in it. So you, male, must find a better sacrifice."

"My lady! This is a male child of Poseidon. Think of the power it holds!"

Artemis's eyes blazed with fury. She swiftly kicked Orion in the crotch, and scolded him not so gently.

"You dare? You shall do as I say, worm! Now, off with you! If you find me a worthy sacrifice, you may hunt with me!"

Orion grumbled, and made to take Percy away. Artemis stopped him before his hand could touch, kicking him in the stomach.

"What do think you are doing, worm? That is my property now! Mine! Off with you, lest I send my hunters after your revolting backside!"

As Artemis continued her Orion beat down, Percy swiftly wriggled into the underbrush.

"Do you understand, worm? I bet the creature here is at least able to listen!" Artemis gestured at her feet, looked down, and found nothing there. She looked up quizzically. "Huh, where is the beast?"

A horn rang out, symbolizing the beginning of a hunt. Hunters ran down the mountain, following the trail of their prey. Percy had continued his slithering descent, often times rolling down the steep crags.

However, he was unable to evade his captors for long, given his current state, and he heard a shuffling from behind him. Orion's white wolf burst out of a patch of trees, easily catching up to Percy.

He growled menacingly. Percy looked at him pleadingly. The wolf advanced.

"Good boy, uh, good wolfy, please don't kill me!"

The wolf paused, looking stunned. Percy continued.

"Sirius, right? You're a good wolf!"

The wolf sat down in a daze.

"Good boy! Good, good boy!"

A lone tear ran down the wolf's cheek. It sniffled as it cried. Then it lunged. Percy looked in astonishment as his bonds were broken. He stood up weakly. Sirius gave him one last look, and trotted away.

"Sweet!"

Percy quickly continued down the mountain.

Time to retreat and regroup.

xxx

It had been weeks since the incident with Artemis, and Percy was aggravated. He was currently engaged in a game of cat and mouse with the hunt, as well as Orion, who had been tasked with apprehending them. At least, he thought Orion had been trying to apprehend them. It was hard to understand someone whose tongue had been violently cut out by the moon goddess. It was hard to understand someone who'd had their tongue cut out, period.

Add to the formula Percy's task, and it made for a miserable month.

It had started on a good note, with Sirius returning Percy's weapons, escaping Orion's clutches, and immigrating to Canada. At least, he thought he was immigrating to Canada. It was equally hard to understand a wolf as it was to understand a man whose tongue had been cut out by the moon goddess. Maybe it wasn't Canada, seeing as Canada didn't exist at this moment. Percy's month quickly went downhill after that.

Both Artemis and Orion were ruthless hunters, and in the rare occurrence when they were able to work together, offered a formidable team. Percy fixed this by dropping a little factoid about Orion's women-abusing past.

All sides had sustained injuries in the few conflicts between them, the most notable being Orion's "accidental" castration. Merope was avenged, and Percy would never look at seashells in the same way. The hunt was impressive in its search for justice.

He was currently near Athens, and their merry jaunt had lead them all around Greece. Percy had found out the hard way it was nigh impossible to avoid Artemis and the hunt, and having almost no prior outdoor experience, it was a baptism in fire. Or the Greek equivalent.

The olive trees really were beautiful, but gods Artemis and Orion were annoying. Percy made his decision. This was where he'd make his final stand. Or where Orion will make his. He really hoped the latter.

He also hoped Artemis wouldn't kill him. All he needed was a plan.

Looking back on it, he was thankful he'd gone to Chrysi. He'd never have learned how to summon monsters and daemons anywhere else. He started to work.

Percy had seen Home Alone once as a child, and couldn't help but notice the similarities between himself and Kevin. Both tragic victims of circumstance, both creative, ingenuitive hurricanes of brilliance, both boys turned men through trials of pain.

So Percy decided to pay homage to his comrade, and set up the king of all booby-traps.

Okay, if I get Orion to walk into the summoning circle here, it will be relatively easy to complete the ritual. Artemis and Orion would arrive soon, and Percy was nearly prepared. Unfortunately, there was no awesome montage of Percy rigging the clearing complete with banging 80s Christmas music. Most likely because of the lack of cameras. And the 80s. And Christmas. It reminded Percy of Canada.

Anyhow, Percy had set up his nice little summoning circle, a perfect network of runes and geometric arrays. It was a work Hecate would be proud of. However, it wouldn't be Ancient Greece Alone without at least one more trap, now could it?

xxx

From his vantage point, Percy watched as Artemis strolled into the clearing. She had her silver hunting knives out, twirling them lazily around her hands.

"Oh, male? Male? Where art thou, male? she called out. She paused, waiting for an answer. "Not coming out, eh? That's alright. You can come out whenever you want, I won't think any different of you, worm."

If Artemis was here, Orion would be at least a couple miles behind. Useless, that one was. All he had to do was keep Artemis occupied for a little while.

"No, really, if you don't want to come out it's fine! Come out when you're ready!"

Percy still didn't reply.

"Okay. I know you're here. I'll let you come out by yourself." Artemis sat down, laying her weapons beside her. She then started fiddling with the grass. She looked up again. "Don't worry little prey, I'm by myself if that's what you're worried about. I knew you wouldn't want to come out with a big crowd around. The hunt is back at Crete, you don't have to worry, everything will be alright!"

At this point, Percy was praying to Chaos that Orion would come soon. Fortunately for him, someone was listening.

Orion stumbled into the clearing, looking worse for wear. His clothes were ripped and ragged, and dried blood was clearly visible running down his leg. He was missing one of his mechanical eyes, and his hair looked matted and grimy. Artemis jumped up in surprise.

"You!" she exclaimed. Orion whimpered in response.

Percy put the first stage of his plan into action. He dropped from the tree and ran into the clearing. Artemis and Orion were on the opposite side, the former kicking the shit out of the latter.

"Tally ho!" Percy yelled.

Artemis stopped her skilled killing of Orion, leaving him only slightly alive. She slowly looked up, her silver outfit spattered with red. She looked Percy in the eye.

"Ha! I knew you'd come out eventually!"

Percy sprinted back into cover. Artemis rushed after him, but failed to notice the tripwire Percy had so carefully avoided.

When she tripped, her eyes widened in realization, and a large net fell on top of her, leaving her powerless.

"Ratfuck!"

Percy once more made his way into the clearing. However, Orion was nowhere to be seen, only a few crumbs of ambrosia where he had lain. Damn, Kevin would be disappointed in him.

"Lady Artemis, could you do me a favor and give me some of Orion's blood?"

The goddess pouted, crossing her arms under the net.

"If I do, will you release me?"

Percy considered her offer.

"Only if you swear on the Styx, not to harm me."

Artemis looked affronted.

"Then, no. I will give you a three-minute window in which I will not hurt you, but that's my final offer. Deal?"

"Are you in any position to bargain?"

Artemis glared at him. Percy flinched.

"Alright, alright. Deal. Swear it on the Styx."

"You have to swear to release me."

"I, whose name shall remain unknown, do swear on the Styx to release you, if you give me Orion's blood."

"I, Phoebus Artemis, swear on the Styx not to harm you within a three minute window pending your release of me."

Two rumbles of thunder followed.

Percy removed the net, and Artemis tore a small strip from the bottom of her blouse, that was covered in blood. Percy had originally planned for Orion to be the summoning foci, but his blood would have to do. He moved the strip into the center of the summoning circle, beginning to chant.

Artemis raised her eyebrow at the display. When Percy finished, there was a flash of light, as well as a blood-curdling scream from somewhere in the trees.

Artemis looked at Percy.

"I'm assuming the ritual drew on his power to complete the summoning?"

Percy nodded. Artemis whistled.

"Blood tied it to him?"

Percy nodded. Artemis whistled.

"Impressive."

"Thank you, milady."

"You have a little while longer before I kill you. I'd suggest using your time to mount an unsuccessful escape."

People really didn't know how to count out three-minute windows. Instead of taking her advice, Percy sprinted in the direction of the scream.

When he found Orion, he was being assaulted by the summoned creature. The monster had the back legs and feathered tail of a chicken, and the front and head of horse. It was currently scratching Orion viciously as he moaned pitifully.

Horse… horse.

"Stop!" Percy shouted. The monster turned around.

Who the fuck are you?

Percy laughed in relief.

"I am Perseus, son of Poseidon."

The creature immediately bowed.

I'm sorry, milord. Please forgive my transgression.

"Don't worry, it's fine. I will, however, need you to carry me away from here once I finish off that one." he gestured towards Orion. "Also, please don't call me lord. I'm not my father." Percy also decided mentioning Orion was also a son of Poseidon wouldn't be the best idea.

Oh, my lord, allow me.

Percy sighed.

"Nah, I kinda have to do this. It was a homework assignment."

Percy opened Riptide, but then capped it. Instead he pulled out his bow from Chaos. He notched an arrow, took careful aim, and let it fly. The arrow flew backwards, over his shoulder and up, hitting a branch in precisely the right place to break it. The branch fell on Artemis, who was sneaking up behind Percy with a hunting knife. It hit her on the head, knocking her out. Always check your shoulder.

"Sweet!"

Percy uncapped Riptide again, and this time finished the job. He turned towards the monster.

"What exactly are you?"

I'm a hippalectryon, milord.

"Nice. Do you have a name?"

No, milord.

"Do you want a name?"

It would be an honor to be named by you, milord.

Percy sighed again.

"Okay. Do you like the name Hippo?"

I absolutely adore it, milord.

Percy couldn't tell if Hippo was being sarcastic or not, but figured the hippalectryon would let him know if he really hated it.

"Cool beans. Let's get out of here, I really don't want to be around when she wakes up."

As if to spite him, Artemis began to stir.

So Percy Jackson and Hippo the hippalectryon galloped away.

xxx

"Hello, Percy! Or should I say, tally ho!" Percy would recognize that voice anywhere.

"Hello, Lord Chaos."

It was almost a year since Percy had killed Orion in Athens. Percy had returned to his base in Chrysi, and was using his time to subvert attacks from both Artemis and the local nudist cult. Artemis was quickly losing interest, as she had many other hunts to maintain and because Percy would retreat to the Sea whenever he had any inkling of her presence. However, the nudist cult didn't let any pesky ocean stop them. They were a right pain in the ass.

He was currently in his small lean-to by the sea, a fire burning outside, and a sleeping hippalectryon by his foot.

"I suppose you're wondering why I'm here. I had wanted to continue with my Mission Impossible idea, as I do admire Tom Cruise, but I realized that wasn't realistic in terms of bestowing prizes for the completion of tasks. Therefore, I shall be M, and you shall be 007!"

"But isn't 007 always James Bond?"

"You are correct, James!" said Chaos in an airy British accent. Percy rolled his eyes.

"I refuse to be called James. My mother named me Perseus, and I happen to love my mother very much. Please refer to me as Percy."

"Oh, you're no fun! I guess you can be 006, but don't pull it too far, Jackson!"

"I'll take what I can get."

"You better. Alright, 006. For your compensation, you shall receive a weapon of power!"

"I already have Riptide! It's a perfect weapon!" Chaos laughed in response.

"It's a perfectly good toothpick, that's what it is. You misunderstand me, hero. You shall craft a weapon of power, a weapon worthy of any immortal, be it God, Titan, or Primordial. The weapon you will make will be perfectly suited to you, an honor received only by one other demigod."

"What do mean I'll craft it? And who got the other one?"

"For it to be yours, you have to make it. The gods may have had their weapons made for them, but they're gods. If you haven't noticed, you aren't. The creation is based in a ritual, which should be good for you, as you seem to have a natural affinity. Achilles was the only other demigod worthy of such a gift, which was why I allowed his little dip in the Styx. It's another requirement for the ritual."

Percy looked at his trusty sword. He really loved that blade. Chaos noticed his look.

"Don't worry, Perseus. I have a feeling you won't be using that for much longer. I will be back in ten years time. It will take me awhile to prepare the necessary ingredients. Your next task will revolve around procuring the ingredients I cannot. Use your time to train, you still lack skill with a bow."

And Chaos vanishes, leaving a very frustrated demigod. Percy wasn't always a whiny bastard, but he sure was when Chaos was around. He nudged the sleeping hippalectryon.

"Hippo, we need to move."

Yes, boss? Hippo asked, wiping the mucus from his eye.

Percy grimaced.

"We have ten years to waste. Let's go to Sparta."