Disclaimer: I do not own PJO

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO.

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Percy's POV

I looked around, only remembering Annabeth telling me I was 'in the field the pilot mentioned.' The air was hazy from the smoke and flames, and I spotted a canoe,

completely deserted. This was stealing, but still. I needed to get out of here. The quest…

I looked around again, to make sure this wasn't a dream, and that nobody got hurt.

I found Blaze, the girl Nico talked about. She saw me looking at her, and stepped through the flames, no burns or problems at all. She quickly spotted Annabeth and Grover chatting by a burned-to-mulch mulberry tree, and walked over, helping me up and leading me to them. Annabeth stiffened when she saw me and Blaze walking side-by-side, so I spread further apart and walked a bit faster. She took one look at me and her eyes softened. Life is so confusing and weird these days…

"Hello Ms. Chase and Mr. Underwood. Here is your friend. I will try and get the other one, and you can get out of here in that canoe, but if you wish, you can wait here for your last group member, and then escape using the canoe. That river it is in leads to your destination. The river runs by the airport."

Grover, Annabeth and I nodded before she disappeared in the flames.

I anxiously looked at the canoe, my first impulse to leave as fast as I could. A plane crashed, I got hurt, I met Blaze, and I have no idea where we supposed to go in the first place. This was plain weird. I didn't remember why we all got the idea to go to

Colorado, if that was where. I had a faint memory that Annabeth explained Nico hanging around that area for about 5 months. We saw Blaze and Nico walk up to us about an hour later. I wondered why it took her so long. "Hey guys." Nico waved, his voice hoarse.

I waved back cautiously, watching the canoe behind us sway back and forth in the chalky waters. Everyone squeezed into the canoe, as much as they could, at least. We were kind of lucky Tyson wasn't a passenger. I grabbed a handful of the water, letting it spill through the spaces in my fingers. I was obviously in deep thought. Annabeth smiled at me, and I smiled back, and then broke the moment by screaming: "The oars! Guys, grab the oars!" We all tried to get them, unsuccessful. They had fallen out when Grover had tipped it a bit while he tried to stomp ashes off his hooves. I sighed, not wanting to say anymore as the oars floated down the river behind us. Nico pointed at the airport,

reminding us of the task at hand. I looked at him. "Nico, do you know where Kronos'

army is? That was the point of the quest… so I'm just asking here."

He stiffened. "Blaze said they were in Arvada, planning something big. Because you are now sixteen, we are mostly worried that something bigger than we think is coming, especially since Kronos is no longer inhabiting Luke's body. That meant in just one year,

He had gained enough strength to leave Luke's body. That's a really bad sign. That's also

a sign that this will be the hardest and most tragic thing all of us will do together. No matter the number, we'll try to defeat them. But we'll need a spy to inform us of future attacks." I nodded.

Then I remembered Beckendorf and the others.

"Guys, what about Beckendorf, and the others?"