AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry for updating late. And a request… please care to leave a review, they spur me on to write more. After all, no one wants to perform to a mute audience.
Chapter 4
Carter
I slept fitfully the night the necklace disappeared. It had been a really bad day, and worse, I had a horrible dream again.
As my head lay on the enchanted headrest, and my ba tried to resist temptation of wandering to different places, I had a vision of the place that was Percy's camp. As soon as I saw it, I somehow knew that it was CampWhatever, though I don't know why. I accepted the dream, and my chicken-ba floated into the air. And let me tell you, having your ba wander when you're sleeping is not a fun experience. You feel light-headed and dizzy, like you're free-falling.
So I flew straight to the Greek camp. It was really majestic-looking, with a group of different buildings, dormitories for the children of different gods, I guessed. The main building was huge and spacious. I floated into it and on to an office, which I didn't get to observe that closely. As soon as I glided inside, I became aware of some voices speaking. I turned and saw Percy, with another girl holding his hand. They were talking in low tones with a centaur (yes, I know what centaurs are, and I knew that this one could only be Chiron, the trainer of all great Greek heroes). Percy reported "I've scanned the whole area for the source of the trouble, and all the signs are as they were the previous time. I'm very much afraid we have another Son of Sobek to deal with, and this one's so strong, it will soon ravage the whole of Manhattan. We've got to put a stop to it."
The girl beside him spoke, "And what of that boy you mentioned, Percy? Surely no one else could have caused all this mischief?"
Percy sighed, "Yes, the Egyptians are the only ones who had access to the necklace of the petsuchos. But I find it tough to believe that after all we agreed upon, the Egyptians would do that to us. I suppose we shall have to add them too, to our long list of enemies. Foolish of me to hope for help from anywhere."
"That's alright, Percy. God knows we need help now. Even Kronos' death has not left us all peaceful and happy. There are the dregs of his army to defeat, the wounded to care for, and our camp to rebuild, not to mention Olympus, the city of wealth.", replied the girl, squeezing his arm.
Chiron frowned thoughtfully and then said, "Despite all our difficulties, this is the one we have to tackle first. We must find out more about these self-proclaimed magicians. If indeed they are Egyptian, which I deeply doubt, we must know what enmity they have against us. Of course, as Annabeth already mentioned, it is most likely that they are just one group of remaining rebel demigods from Kronos' army, parading about as magicians to scare us all. They probably know that instilling fear and uncertainty in us could well mean our defeat. But now we are prepared for any onslaught. At any rate, while we strengthen our camp's defences, the two of you must find out more about these people and trace them, if you can."
"Then we shall start with the mark on Percy's palm, I assume?" , asked Annabeth, the girl. Chiron scratched his beard before replying, "Yes, that's the most direct method to find them, but I fear the mark will take you nowhere. They will have masked any magical trails leading from it too well for that."
"Well, I can't think of a single other idea, than to go to the river and wait about, to see if the boy appears." retorted Percy and then added, "We cannot do anything else other than follow the mark, Chiron, not unless you think it is safe saying his name out loud and seeing if he pops out of thin air!"
Annabeth exclaimed "I know, maybe one of Hecate's magicians will be able to figure out how the spell was cast on his hand. That might give us some idea for our next step"
Chiron thought for a moment and agreed with Annabeth.
With that, my vision ended and I woke up to another morning, clouds obscuring the rays of the Sun. Well, no surprise, really. I've noticed that the weather always seems to match my mood.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Any ideas as to whose point of view the next chapter should be from? Annabeth? Or maybe a new character from the Hecate cabin?
