4/22/16: Greetings! Welcome to chapter four. Here you will get some more info and the prelude to next chapter, which I hope will be very entertaining and adventure-y. Authors note at the bottom, enjoy reading friends!

Chapter 4: Away They Go

The way Tantalus saw things, the Stymphalian birds would have never attacked had Annabeth, Percy, and Tyson not disrupted them with their bad chariot driving, somehow lumping me in with them. Percy told Tantalus to go chase a doughnut in response, which didn't help, yet it was fairly satisfying to see. I wanted to tell him to chase the pastry straight back to the Underworld, as that's where he's going already, but refrained.

Needless to say we were punished. We were booked for kitchen patrol- scrubbing pots and platters all afternoon in the underground kitchen with the cleaning harpies staring at us weirdly the whole time. We had to wash the stuff with lava in place of water "to get that extra-clean sparkle and kill ninety-nine point nine percent of germs." In short, all of us had to wear asbestos gloves and aprons as we sweated it out the rest of the already warm and humid day.

The lava didn't bother Tyson though, he just plunged his hands right in and started working but the rest of us were not accustomed to the heat and dangerous work that went along with the task. What made it all the more worse was that there were copious amounts of extra plates from the "special lunch banquet" Tantalus ordered to celebrate Clarisse's chariot victory. It was a full course meal featuring country-friend Stymphalian death-bird.

Really the only good thing that came from the situation was that it gave Percy and Annabeth a common enemy to make up over, and lots of time for all of us to talk. Percy told us about his dream that involved Grover too during that time. At that point Annabeth looked like she was starting to believe Percy about the Grover thing, as he had apparently told her earlier.

"If he's really found it," she murmured as she scrubbed a particularly tough patch of food.

"And if we could retrieve it-"

"Hold on," Percy said. "You act like this... whatever-it-is Grover found is the only thing in the world that could save camp. What is it?" My eyes widened and I hit my head with my forearm to avoid the gloves in realization.

"I'll give you a hint. What do you get when you skin a ram?"

"You're not serious, are you?" I gaped at her, knowing now what she thought Grover had found. "That's been lost like, forever!"

"What? Do you get messy?" Percy tried.

Annabeth sighed and held up a hand to me, lava dripping off the glove. "A fleece. The coat of a ram is called a fleece. And if that ram happens to have golden wool-"

"The Golden Fleece. Are you serious?"

"That's what I said!" I exclaimed.

Annabeth scraped another plateful of death-bird bones into the lava. "Percy, remember the Grey Sisters? They said they know the location of the thing you seek. And they mentioned Jason. Three thousand years ago, they told him how to find the Golden Fleece. You know the story of Jason and the Argonauts?"

"Yeah," Percy said. "That old movie with the clay skeletons."

Annabeth rolled her eyes. "Oh my gods, Percy! You are so hopeless!"

"What?" Percy demanded.

"Wait, hold up a minute. The Grey Sisters?"

Annabeth sighed and explained what happened on their ride to camp.

"Well, that's... interesting."

"Yeah, but just listen. The real story of the Fleece: there were these two children of a cloud nymph, Nephele, Phrixus and Helle, right? They were about to get offered up as human sacrifices by their stepmom, Ino, but then Nephele appeared with this magical flying ram that had golden wool. The ram picked them up in Greece and carried them all the way to Colchis in Asia Minor. Well, actually it carried Phrixus, Helle fell off and died along the way- hence the place now being called Hellespont -but that's not important."

"It was probably important to her." Percy said and I remembered the rendition of the story one of my old teachers gave, that the two kids saved were children of Zeus. A child of Zeus not being able to control the winds enough to save themselves from a fall like that was a bit of an odd concept for me with that story. Sure some were better versed in lightning and things like that from what I've seen, but Nick was one of Zeus's kids who was able to basically fly, along with the lightning stuff, so I was used to that. Overall it was a power that came in handy, just like shadow travel with me.

"The point is," Annabeth continued. "When Phrixus got to Colchis, he sacrificed the golden ram to the gods and hung the Fleece in a tree in the middle of the kingdom. The Fleece brought prosperity to the land. Animals stopped getting sick. Plants grew better. Farmers had bumper crops. Plague never visited. That's why Jason wanted the Fleece. It can revitalize the land where it's placed. It cures sickness, strengthens nature, cleans up pollution-"

"It can cure Thalia's tree." I added half to myself.

Annabeth nodded. "And it would totally strengthen the borders of Camp Half-Blood. But the Fleece has been missing for centuries. Tons of heroes have searched for it with no luck."

"But Grover found it," Percy said. "He went looking for Pan and he found the Fleece instead because they both radiate nature magic. It makes sense. We can rescue him and save the camp at the same time. It's perfect!"

I shook my head, a niggling doubt forming in my head. In my experience, nothing was ever perfect. "A little too perfect, Percy. It might be a trap."

"I agree, just think about last year." Annabeth added.

"What choice do we have?" He asked. "Are you going to help me rescue Grover or not?"

Tyson had long since lost interest in our conversation and was happily making toy boats out of cups and spoons in the lava.

"Percy," Annabeth said quietly. "We'll have to fight a Cyclops. Polyphemus, the worst of the Cyclopes. And there's only one place his island could be. The Sea of Monsters."

"Not good..." I muttered as Percy asked where it was. I started to get a feeling as to why Chiron chose to visit the other centaurs in Florida specifically.

Annabeth stared at him like she thought he was playing dumb. "The Sea of Monsters. The same sea Odysseus sailed through, and Jason, and Aeneas, and all the others."

"You mean the Mediterranean?"

"No. Well, yes... but no."

"Another straight answer. Thanks."

I shook my head as I scraped at the plate in my hands. "Percy, the Sea of Monsters is another big place and representation of the old Greece, just like Mount Olympus. That moved with the West's center of power, the Sea of Monsters too, it's a landmark, just like my father being in Los Angeles."

"Right." Annabeth confirmed.

"But a whole sea full of monsters-how could you hide something like that? Wouldn't the mortals notice weird things happening... like, ships getting eaten and stuff?"

"Of course they notice. They don't understand, but they know something is strange about that part of the ocean. The Sea of Monsters is off the east coast of the U.S. now, just northeast of Florida. The mortals even have a name for it."

"The Bermuda Triangle?"

"Exactly."

"Okay... so at least we know where to look."

"That's still a huge area, Percy. It's one tiny island in monster-infested water-" I started.

"Hey, I'm the son of the sea god. This is my home turf. How hard can it be?"

"Yeah, and if I were to go then monsters would really love to trash whatever boat we took. They are still monsters, Percy. They will still go after even you."

"Wait, so now you're saying you aren't coming? What about G-"

"I didn't say that, Percy. It's just... I don't know how safe it will be-for all of us." I wanted to help, I really did, but a daughter of Hades in the middle of the ocean, let alone the Sea of Monsters?

Annabeth knit her eyebrows. "Well, we will just cross that bridge when we get to it. We still need to try to get approval from Tantalus. He'll say no."

"Not if we tell him tonight at the campfire in front of everybody. The whole camp will hear. They'll pressure him. He won't be able to refuse."

"Maybe." A little bit of hope had crept into her voice. "We'd better get these dishes done. Hand me the lava spray gun, will you?"

The night at the campfire Apollo's cabin lead the sing-along. They tried to get everyone's spirits up but it wasn't the easiest task after the attack at the races earlier. We all sat around a semicircle of stone steps, singing halfheartedly and watching the bonfire blaze while the Apollo kids played instruments.

The standard campfire songs were sung, and since the bonfire was enchanted, the louder the singing got the higher the flames rise, changing colors and heat with the mood of the crowd. On a good night the flames could reach twenty feet and be bright purple, getting so hot that if your marshmallow got too close it would burst into flames. Tonight the flames were only five feet and a pale, smoky grey.

Dionysus left early after sitting through a few songs, muttering about pinochle with Chiron being more entertaining. He then gave Tantalus a distasteful look as he left and headed back to the Big House.

When the last song was over, Tantalus said, "Well, that was lovely!"

He came forward with a toasted marshmallow on a stick and tried to casually take it off. I had to resist laughing aloud when the marshmallow committed marshmallow-icide by flying off the stick before he could even touch it, diving into the flames. I didn't blame it, who would want to be near Tantalus, let alone be a marshmallow and get eaten by him? Plus the look on Tantalus's face was nice to see when he found he still wasn't able to get around his curse.

Tantalus turned back to us, smiling coldly. "Now then! Some announcements about tomorrow's schedule."

"Sir," Percy spoke up.

The moron's eye twitched. "Our kitchen boy has something to say?"

Some Ares kids snickered but I knew by the look on Percy's face that he wasn't going to be backing down. This was too important to. He stood and looked at me and Annabeth. We both stood up with him.

"We have an idea to save the camp."

Dead silence, but we had gotten everyone's attention, bonfire turning bright yellow.

"Indeed," Tantalus said blandly. "Well, if it has anything to do with chariots-"

"The Golden Fleece." Percy cut him off. "We know where it is."

The flames burned orange. Before Tantalus could stop him, Percy blurted out his dream about Grover and Polyphemus's island. Annabeth stepped in and reminded everyone what the Fleece could do and I reminded them that we were running off fumes for the tree's protection. Annabeth made a pretty convincing argument, a daughter of Athena of her known seniority backing this was a major help.

"The Fleece can save the camp," she concluded. "I'm certain of it."

"Nonsense," Tantalus said. "We don't need saving."

The glares he got in response soon made him look uncomfortable. Good.

"Tantalus, sir, I think we can all agree that it would really be a shame for you if this camp came down too, remember that. I'm sure you don't want to go back to your old 'assignment' location." I reminded him while I met his gaze, giving him a hard glare.

"Well, besides," he added quickly, shooting me a nasty look. "The Sea of Monsters? That's hardly an exact location. You wouldn't even know where to look."

"Yes, we would." Percy said. "30,31,75,12."

"Ooo-kay," Tantalus said. "Thank you for sharing those meaningless numbers."

"Use your brain, Tantalus. Those are sailing coordinates." I shot back. "Latitude and longitude. It is basic stuff we learn in school- or has your past assignment kept you from that well known knowledge since your time?"

His face soured but before he could speak Annabeth broke in. "30 degrees, 31 minutes north, 74 degrees, 12 minutes west. He's right. The Grey Sisters gave us those coordinates. That'd be somewhere in the Atlantic, off the coast of Florida. The Sea of Monsters. We need a quest!"

"Wait just a minute," Tantalus said but I knew he was about to be tanked.

The campers all took up the chant of, "We need a quest! We need a quest!"

The flames rose higher.

"It isn't necessary!" Tantalus insisted.

"WE NEED A QUEST! WE NEED A QUEST!"

"Fine!" Tantalus shouted, eyes blazing with anger. "I shall authorize a champion to undertake this perilous journey, to retrieve the Golden Fleece and bring it back to camp. Or die trying."

I dared to cautiously hope this would work, but I didn't trust the idiot as far as one could throw him. I also knew that nothing would stop Percy now.

"I will allow our champion to consult the Oracle!" Tantalus announced. "And choose two champions for the journey. And I think the choice of champion is obvious.

He looked to the three of us as if he wanted to flay us alive, which I wouldn't put past him given his history. "The champion shall be one who has earned the camp's respect, who has proven resourceful in the chariot races and courageous in the defense of camp. You shall lead this quest... Clarisse!"

The fire flickered a thousand different colors. The Ares cabin started stomping and cheering, "CLARISSE! CLARISSE!"

Clarisse stood, looking stunned. She then swallowed and her chest swelled with pride. "I accept this quest!"

"Wait!" Percy shouted over the noise. "Grover is my friend. The dream came to me!"

"Sit down!" Yelled one of Clarisse's siblings. "You had your chance last summer."

"Yeah, he just wants to be in the spotlight again!" Another added.

Clarisse glared at Percy. "I accept the quest!" She repeated more firmly. "I, Clarisse, daughter of Ares, will save the camp!"

The Ares campers cheered even louder. Annabeth protested and the other Athena campers joined their cabin leader. Everybody else started to divide into sides-shouting and arguing, going as far as to throw marshmallows. It looked like it would turn into a legitimate s'mores war until Tantalus shouted, "Silence, you brats!"

His tone stunned many.

"Sit down!" He ordered. "And I will tell you a ghost story."

I sank down slowly into my seat but my hand was resting on the hilt of my camp knife. I hadn't bothered to bring the sword I was using, it was just the campfire after all. I always carried a knife I could use with others around me though when I could. The evil aura radiating from Tantalus was as strong as any monster I had faced.

"Once upon a time there was a mortal king who was beloved of the Gods!" Tantalus put his hand on his chest, clearly in self-marvel. "This king, was even allowed to feast on Mount Olympus. But when he tried to take some ambrosia and nectar back to earth to figure out the recipe-just one little doggie bag, mind you- the gods punished him. They banned him from their halls forever! His own people mocked him! His children scolded him! And, oh yes, campers, he had horrible children. Children-just-like-you."

He pointed a crooked finger at several select people in the audience and I found myself wishing that the ambrosia and nectar would have burned him to ashes, since he was mortal, back then. It would have saved everyone a whole bunch of trouble.

"Do you know what he did to his ungrateful children?" Tantalus said softly. "Do you know how he paid the gods back for their cruel punishment? He invited the Olympians to a feast at his palace, just to show there were no hard feelings. No one noticed that his children were missing. And when he served the gods dinner, my dear campers, can you guess what was in the stew?"

"Your eternal, rightful damnation." I said just loud enough for him to hear when nobody dared answer, the flames going dark blue.

"Silence, you!" He shouted. "Kitchen duty for the rest of the summer!" He took a breath and recomposed himself. I gritted my teeth. Fat chance, bub. "Anyway, oh the gods punished him in the afterlife," Tantalus croaked.

"They did indeed. But he'd had his moment of satisfaction, hadn't he? His children never again spoke back to him or questioned his authority. And do you know what? Rumor has it that the king's spirit now dwells at this very camp, waiting for a chance to take revenge on ungrateful, rebellious children." He shot me a glare and I sent on straight back.

"And so... are there any more complaints, before we send Clarisse off on her quest?"

There was silence as I played with my knife, debating outcomes in my head.

Tantalus nodded at Clarisse. "The Oracle, my dear. Go on."

Clarisse shifted uncomfortably, like even she didn't want glory at the price of being "director's pet."

"Sir-"

"Go!" He snarled.

She bowed awkwardly and hurried off toward the Big House.

"What about you, Percy Jackson?" Tantalus asked. "No comments from our dishwasher?"

Percy said nothing, probably not keen on possibly being assigned kitchen duty for the rest of the summer like I had- not like I was going to do it anyway. There was no way in heck I was going to let one of my father's fields residents order me around. No, he would have a nice surprise.

"Good." Tantalus said. "And let me remind everyone- no one leaves this camp without my permission. Anyone who tries... well, if they survive the attempt, they will be expelled forever, but it won't come to that. The harpies will be enforcing curfew from now on, and they are always hungry!" He started walking forward. "Good night, my dear campers. Sleep well."

With a wave of his hand as he strode forward the fire was extinguished but at the same time his foot caught on a rock that just to happened to be in his path. Tantalus nearly face-planted right into the still hot ashes of the campfire. The campers were already walking off to their cabins but the few that saw it I noticed were hiding tentative smiles.

I caught up with Percy and Tyson after eyeing Tantalus on the walk back, he looked ticked off and I didn't trust the idiot whatsoever.

"You will go anyway?" Tyson asked. I knew we all wanted to help out, but Tantalus had technically said no just now. That complicated matters.

"I don't know," Percy admitted to him. "It would be hard. Very hard."

"Perce, I'm going to do my best to make sure Tantalus doesn't last- I doubt my father is happy about this situation either." Percy nodded in response, a bit of a frown on his face.

"I will help." Tyson said, big brown eye meeting Percy's.

"No. I-uh, I couldn't ask you to do that, big guy. Too dangerous."

Tyson looked down at some pieces of metal he had been assembling in his lap during the campfire- springs and gears and tiny wires. Beckendorf had given him some tools and spare parts to bring outside the forge by the looks of it, and now he was having a blast with them, even if it was dampened by recent events.

"What are you building?" I asked.

Tyson didn't answer. Instead he made a small whimpering sound in the back of his throat. "Annabeth doesn't like Cyclopes. You... don't want me along?"

"Oh, that's not it," Percy said halfheartedly. "Annabeth likes you. Really."

Tyson had tears forming in the corners of his eye.

"Tyson, buddy, we all have a past. Annabeth just hasn't gotten the chance to know you as well as Percy and I do. You are amazing, pal. For her, she probably had some trouble with Cyclopes in the past, the bad ones, but she will come around. She is just cautious, but we are here with you."

Tyson folded up his tinkering project in an oil cloth as we came to their cabin's porch.

"Night you two, I'll see you tomorrow." I gave Percy's shoulder a squeeze and ruffled his hair, which he actually didn't try to duck this time, then patted Tyson on the back and left. Time to go and get ready for my watch. I hurried back to the Hermes cabin and picked up my sword in its sheathe.

After changing into some darker clothes I left my cabin; the extra help blending in would be good if the harpies were now on patrol during my shifts. I didn't really know how that would affect the night watches, but we would find a way. I left in the light of the full moon and made my way up to Thalia's tree.

Thalia's tree was getting noticeably worse; more and more of its needles were littering the ground and the damage was spreading visibly into the valley. I rested my hand against the tree and closed my eyes. It still feels abnormal... like a tree that has a nymph, almost. But Thalia would be wandering around if that was the case.

Thalia's tree had never really been a big focus point for me, yes I could tell the tree had an extra energy about it than a normal tree, I was able to tell since I arrived here last year. It had never been around in my time, the borders were different then. Weaker. The story of how this tree came to be I knew about but the energy coming off of it was always the same, it didn't change throughout my time in camp since arriving last year. Trees with nymphs in them always felt different, more lively, conscious. Thalia's hadn't been like that.

Things have changed now though, what was left of Thalia's spirit in there seemed to have been more dormant previously. Now with the poisoning of the tree it seems like her spirit is fighting back in a sense, making itself more noticeable. Then there was the obvious part about the power being drained from the borders that surrounded camp, that really threw off the whole sense of the place, hence that feeling I got when I first arrived this year, that there was a very sick or wounded camper nearby, and not just from after a capture the flag game gone wrong. Something was definitely different about the tree now, aside from the obvious.

I sighed and opened my eyes. The moon above was still bright, not many clouds in the sky. I scanned the tree line at the bottom of the hill's clearing. Nothing. A ways further down the borders I saw what must have been Katie Gardner's figure climbing up a tree to her post. She was a nice girl from the Demeter cabin, one of the campers who were still clearly sticking with the border patrol even after Tantalus's warning. I respected that. I climbed over one of the larger roots of the pine and sat myself down, back resting against the tree and sword sheathed across my lap.

A bit of time passed before what I began to see what looked like a light down at the shore of the Sound - almost like a cell phone's light, which struck me as odd. Demigods didn't have cell phones. I looked back over the opposite side of the hill and in Katie's direction. Nothing was there that shouldn't be, just trees and grass. The heck with it. I stood up from my spot and started walking over to where the light was coming from.

As I grew closer I heard Annabeth and Tyson calling Percy's name. It must be Percy at the shore... but with a cell phone?

I came closer to where the light was originating from and I could swear I saw two figures seated on the sand. Then the lights of a passing cruise ship caught my eye, glowing white and yellow lights cutting across the Sound. The larger figure stood from the sand and jogged further down the shore, then just up and vanished.

I reached where Percy- the smaller figure -was sitting right when Annabeth and Tyson were just finding him.

"What's going on?" Annabeth asked. "I heard you calling for help!"

"Me too!" Tyson said. "Heard you yell, 'Bad things are attacking!'"

"I didn't call you guys," Percy said. "I'm fine."

"Percy, who was that sitting with you? I saw you and someone else down here when I was up at Thalia's tree on my watch." I asked.

"Wait, but then who..." Annabeth looked down, causing me to do the same. Three yellow duffle bags were nestled in the sand at Percy's feet. Percy himself had a thermos and what looked like a container of vitamins in his hands. "What-"

"Just listen," Percy said. "We don't have much time."

Percy described his conversation with Hermes. By the time he was finished we could hear the screeching of the harpy patrol in the distance picking up our scent.

"Percy, we have to do the quest." Annabeth said.

"We'll get expelled, that isn't a good thing. Trust me, I'm an expert on getting expelled."

"So? If we fail, there won't be any camp to come back to."

"Yeah, but you promised Chiron-"

"I promised I'd keep you from danger. I can only do that by coming with you! Tyson can stay behind and tell them-"

"I want to go," Tyson insisted.

"No!" Annabeth's voice was nearing a panic. "I mean... Percy, come on. You know that's impossible."

We all looked to Percy, waiting for his answer as the cruise ship gained distance.

"Guys," I finally said. "There are three bags, and three of you. Hermes was expecting Tyson, he was the one he had hear Percy's voice. Besides, you know I can handle Tantalus. He will just punish Tyson with us gone if he was the one to stay behind. We don't want that. Chiron is up to something too, and I have a feeling he will need my help. I will work on my own thing over here while you guys search for the Fleece and Grover."

I took a breath. "As much as I hate to not go with you, it's the ocean. That will just end badly, even with you there, Percy."

Percy ran his hand against the back of his head, debating with himself.

"We can't leave him," Percy finally decided. "Allison is right. Tantalus will punish him for us being gone, and I know you can deal with him yourself, Ally."

"Percy," Annabeth said, trying to keep her cool. "We're going to Polyphemus's island! Polyphemus is a S-i-k... a C-y-k..." She stomped her foot in frustration. As smart as she was, she was dyslexic too. "You know what I mean."

"C-y-c-l-o-p-s." I supplied.

"Yeah, that." She said, giving a small wave of her hand at me.

"Tyson can go," Percy insisted. "If he wants to."

Tyson clapped his hands. "Want to!"

"Tyson- that sword I asked you and Beckendorf to make me, is it almost done?" I asked.

Tyson nodded. "Beckendorf has it. Polishing."

I smiled. "Thanks Tyson! I owe you one, I'll pick it up tomorrow. I think it will come in handy." Annabeth was giving Percy the evil eye, but I knew she could tell he wasn't going to relent.

"All right," she finally said. "How do we get to the ship?"

Percy hesitate then took a step close to the water. "Urm, Dad?" He called out into the Sound. "How's it going?"

"Percy, we're in a hurry!" Annabeth whispered, glancing back in the direction of the main part of camp.

"We need your help," He called out a little louder. "We need to get to that ship, before we get eaten and stuff, so..."

First there was nothing. Waves crashed against the shore like normal, no change. The harpies sounded like they were right behind the dunes and I found myself angling myself toward them and slipped my knife out a bit as a precaution. Then, about a hundred yards out to sea, three white lines appeared on the surface. They moved fast toward us like a set of claws cutting through the ocean.

As they neared the beach the surface parted and the heads of three white stallions appeared out of the waves.

Tyson caught his breath. "Fish ponies!"

Hippocampi, I've only ever seen them from a distance.

"Hippocampi!" Annabeth exclaimed, echoing Tyson's sentiments. "They're beautiful!" The nearest one whinnied in appreciation and nuzzled Annabeth.

The three creatures pulled themselves up onto the sand. All three were eyeing me cautiously so I stepped back some to give them some distance, I didn't want to spook off their escape rides.

"We'll admire them later," Percy said. "Come on!"

"There!" A shrill voice screeched behind us. "Bad children out of cabins! Snack time for harpies!"

Five of them were fluttering over the top of the dunes-plump ones with pinched faces and talons. They almost looked like cafeteria ladies mixed with dodo birds. They weren't fast, but you didn't want them to catch up to you.

"Tyson!" Percy said. "Grab a duffel bag!"

Tyson was still staring at the hippocampi with his mouth hanging open in amazement. "Tyson!"

"Uh?"

"Come on!"

With Annabeth's help they got him moving and after a quick warning to be careful and a set of departure hugs I stood as a barrier to the harpies. The three of them gathered their bags and jumped onto their rides- Tyson taking the largest of the animals. We said our goodbyes one last time, wishing each other luck again, and then they were off into the waves with a "Giddyup!"

I watched them go for a few moments before I realized the harpies were getting closer. I stood to let them get a bit closer, then took off running in the opposite direction of the cabins, down the shore within the reach of the waves to cover my tracks. I knew they wouldn't follow the quest group out onto the water so I just had to lead them away from where I would be on my watch. From there I would just shadow travel out.

I ran up the dunes a good distance away from where the quest group left and into an area with some trees, the harpies cursing and wailing as they tried to pursue me. I turned and saw the group taking off at the speed of Jet Skis toward the cruise ship. Good luck guys...

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