A/N: Hey, so here's the next chapter. I hope that you enjoy it! Love you all!
"Okay, we need to think this through." Grover sighed as he and Annabeth walked around the now dark camp. "Not a single person here believes us, which means we really have to do this ourselves."
"Will you shut up?" Annabeth ran her fingers through her long hair. "I'm trying to think."
"Fine! It's just his dad loves him, why isn't Poseidon doing something? I mean, can't the gods see all?"
"Grover, you're a genius!" Annabeth stopped short, throwing her arms around the Satyr. "That's it!"
"Wait, what's it?" Grover frowned as he tried to figure out what he had said that classified him as a genius.
"The gods see most," Annabeth began. "Only three things have the power to shield someone from the gods, to hide Percy from Poseidon's view!" Annabeth turned, heading back towards the cabins.
"Whoa there, Annabeth, where the hell are you going?" Grover chased after her, still very much confused.
"If Percy's location is being hidden from Poseidon, there are only three places he could be – you really need to brush up on your studies, Grover."
"Do I look like a brainiac to you?" Grover asked. "I'm a protector, I exist to protect Percy and for virtually no other reason."
"Well right now, this is a part of protecting him." Annabeth sighed. "So I'll break it down for you. Only three beings have the power to shield themselves and others from the gods – the Muses, the Gorgons and the Fates." She paused, lowering her voice as they neared the sleeping quarters. "The Muses have no reason to take Percy and if he were with the Fates, odds are he would probably be dead already and his shade would have been made known to Poseidon."
"What are you saying?" Grover asked.
"I think Percy's been kidnapped by Stheno and Euryale, Medusa's sisters. All of the pieces fit! They have the motive, the revenge for Medusa, and the ability to make it look like he's in hiding on his own until their means come to an end and it's too late."
"Too late?" Grover gulped. "I don't like the sound of that."
"They're going to kill him, but they're taking their time. We can stop them, but it won't be easy, Stheno is more vicious than Euryale and Medusa combined and each one individually is more powerful than Medusa." She pressed her hand to her forehead. "That and we don't even know where to begin looking." Annabeth disappeared into her cabin, grabbing her sword and shoving a few things into a backpack before emerging.
"Hey, Annabeth?" Grover put his hand on her shoulder, stopping her constant motion. "I think I know someone who can help us."
"Grover, no one at his camp believes that anything's wrong – we have to do this ourselves."
"You're not listening to me." Grover shook his head. "I don't know if he'll believe us, but he knows things, he has documents, maps, tools…"
"No." Annabeth shook her head. "He betrayed us, absolutely not."
"He betrayed us because daddy didn't love him enough. He's not a bad guy; we need Luke's help, I hate to admit it just as much as you, but he's got things, knowledge, that might be able to help us…"
"Fine." Annabeth frowned. "But only because he might be able to help us find Percy."
"Duh!" Grover rolled his eyes, turning towards the prison that had been specially designed to hold Luke.
"Well I can honestly say that I didn't expect to see you two." Luke sat down, watching Grover and Annabeth from behind the transparent force field that kept him in place. "What brings you here?"
"We need your help." Grover sighed, head bowed as he admitted their motive.
"Oh yeah?" Luke seemed highly amused by the statement, and Grover knew that, if nothing else, they had his attention.
"Stheno and Euryale have Percy," Annabeth explained. "No one believes us, but all of the pieces are there. If you know where they are, please, tell us – we have to find them before they kill Percy."
"I don't know where they are." Luke shook his head. "They move. A lot. However, I do know how you can find them."
"Tell us." Annabeth glared at Luke, annoyed with him for stalling.
"Hold your horses." HE got up lazily, going to his desk. "Alright, let's see." He lifted a piece of parchment, tapping his chin. "Alright, the last documentation of your Gorgon sisters is in Siberia just under a century ago."
"What good does that do us?" Grover asked.
"Let me finish!" Luke rolled his eyes. "When they move on, they leave clues as to where they're going next. They leave them carved in stone, in Latin, of course, so that only friends can find them and not just any old demigod."
"Fine, just tell us where to look." Annabeth folded her arms across her chest. "And what to look for."
"I don't 'think so." Luke shook his head. "You're going to need me – I speak Latin, I can read the clues, but it's not just that." He smirked. "There's only one way to destroy these ladies, now I know you have what you need to do that, but you don't know it. I do."
"What do you want?" Grover snarled.
"I'm coming with you." Luke threw a few things into a bag.
"No, you're not." Grover shook his head. "You'd just try to get Percy killed."
"Grover, he's right." Annabeth sighed. "We are going to need him." Annabeth raised her sword. "But if you stab us in the back, Luke," she hissed. "You don't live to brag about it." She jammed the sword into the force field, holding it there until Luke made his way out of the dying shield.
"Come on, let's go." Annabeth sheathed her sword. "We have to go before anyone realizes Luke's missing."
"Wait." Luke put a firm hand on her shoulder and she whipped around, ready to take him down if he posed a threat. "We're going to need the head of Medusa and a tracker."
"The head I can get you," Grover stated. "But where do suppose we get a tracker?"
"It just so I happens, I know where to find one." Luke shrugged. "We'll just have to make a quick detour through the Highlands."
"Scotland?" Annabeth asked.
"Yeah." Luke nodded.
"If we hurry, we can be there by tomorrow evening." Annabeth sighed, continuing to walk again, all three of them knowing they were in a race against time.
