Piper

The Party lasted one whole week and I really had to give it to them. Romans could party. And they couldn't wait to do it. Even Reyna let her hair down!

I ran to Hazel and squished her into a colossal hug before she could say a word. Annabeth looked on amusement glinting in her stormy grey eyes, I through my head back and laughed loud and clear. Somewhere of to the side I heard a great bellow of "BROTHER!" which ripped through the air and almost burst everyone's eardrums as Percy disappeared in Tyson's huge bear hug. "Can't...Breathe...Tyson..." Percy gasped between gulps of air. "Sorry Brother." Tyson said. Tyson had grown over the year he was now 8 ft. 6 and His hair was big and curly. "Tyson is strong, Tyson help Ella, Tyson and Ella write the Syboline books." The Small, read feathered harpy Ella twittered as she flew in circles around Tyson's head. Tyson blushed deep crimson.

"Well then." Reyna said, "I think time. Let's show these Greeks how to really party."

"Yeah baby!" Dakota shouted.

I smiled at the memory and giggled as I watched romans and Greeks alike wandering around aimlessly and falling over each other while others sang out of tune at the tops of their voices. 1 week of absolute hard core partying had really taken its toll on them. Just then the enormous brass, tenor bell rang clear and resonating through the crisp night air startling everyone and packing them of to bed (I don't know if this exists or not ).

Suddenly a commotion broke out down by the river. People ran screaming and yelling all over the place; water spray flew everywhere, stained glasses and rippling red wine littered the floor. Tipsy demigods stumbled blindly away from the river and over it all… A great Bronze dragon reared its huge head and roared, its mighty tail thumping the water and sending it everywhere.

"Wwwoooooowwwww there Festus!" A cheeky, elfish voice yelled over the commotion. I gasped. It can't be! But… He died! Although… Now I come to think about it… We never did find his body. No! Don't get your hopes up Piper Nico sensed his death.

Even so I was running. Running like a pack of blood hounds or hungry monster hot dog venders were after me. Running, ignoring my muscles screaming in protest to the source of the voice.

I skidded to a halt at the feet of the dragon and squinted upwards. There he was! Leo with his hands on Festus's head trying to calm him.

Leo…

Leo

I pulled Festus and instantly tried to calm him. I could feel Calypso's hands on my torso where she's been holding on giving me courage. I had to do this. I had to see them again.

About a year has passed and I'm finally returning to my friends and camp. Yay!

I was distracted from this train of thought by a pair of slender, soft hands tugging me into a bone crushing hug.

"LEO VALDEZ!" My Beauty Queen screeched into my ear. Probably causing permanent damage.

"Ow Pipes. Could you be any louder?"

"YOU COME BACK AFTER AGES AND THAT'S ALL YOU CAN SAY? WE THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!"

Here her voice cracked and she let out a dry sob I tried to console her by putting my arms around her. I don't know if it worked or not because another miserable cry of sorrow racked her body making it tremble. I never was very good with natural orgasms.

Thanks dad.