PERCY POV
I sighed exhausted, my first contact with a god, and it was telling me to kill myself, or live. I groaned, meeting Janus, I could put that on my list of not fun things. I trudged towards the city, I hear the sound of something moving and I flipped onto a branch and swung up onto it. I smiled a bit, my gymnastics training did pay off in the end. A deer stepped out into the clearing gazing at me in a concerned manner. I sighed and climbed down, that was useless I needed to devise a way to differentiate enemies from others things. I sat down for a second and just relaxed. I imagined letting my senses roam out from my body. I sat there for about an hour just trying to sense things farther out than the grass and wind. I felt a faint tug on the back of my skull. I dimly sensed the deer in the distance the trees, rocks, I even felt a bird's nest.
I sat there for a minute and opened my eyes. It wasn't much but I was excited, I just needed to practice. I got up. I needed to get moving.
THALIA POV
Percy had no experience tracking how in the hell was he going to find Lycaon. I would have laughed if I didn't feel such dread. Nico ran out of the camp, and wanted to see if he could see a sign of Percy. I wasn't very hopeful. Annabeth went to her cabin and was packing as if she was going on a quest. Chiron paced the front of the big house in a state of anxiety. The entire camp was unsettled. Grover was asking the tree nymphs for answers. They had seen him but he got lost in the gloom outside of the camp. The camp was panic not only did their leader disappear, but if Poseidon found out he could very well drown the camp.
Also, with the party, people would notice if the Hero of Olympus (twice over) wasn't there. I had an idea, it was a stretch, but maybe Percy had gone to the roman camp. I ran to the ocean and threw a drachma into the ocean spray.
"Jason Grace, Camp Jupiter!" I said.
Jason was slumped in his chair, he looked exhausted, he even had a cup of coffee in his hand.
"Jason!" I said.
He jumped in his chair, "Hades, Thalia! Don't startle me like that Thalia!"
"Have you seen Percy? Has he visited the Roman Camp at all in the past few days?"
"Um no," he sat up straighter in his chair, "Thalia. What happened? Is something wrong?"
I shifted slightly, "No, just wondering-"
"Don't lie." he said quietly, "You wouldn't call me like this unless you were worried. What happened? Is Percy in trouble, gone again? He is just as much my friend as much as anybody else, he saved my ass multiple times in the battle in Greece, what's wrong?"
"You remember Lycaon?" I asked.
Jason's face twisted in an expression of disgust, "How could I forget? He tried to kill me in a cave."
"He bit Percy."
Jason paled. I saw him move his mouth open a few times as if he wanted to say something but nothing came out. He seemed torn in between nervous laughter (as if I were joking) and total shock. He probably wanted to ask if I was joking but he saw how serious I was.
"Do you have him under surveillance?"
"He ran away from camp. We have no idea where he is, we think he is after Lycaon."
"Oh damn…" Jason slammed his coffee cup onto his desk.
He looked at me, "On Olympus there is-"
"A party, and without a doubt Poseidon will come to take Percy with him." I finished for him.
"What will we do?" He groaned, "If Poseidon … no, WHEN Poseidon finds out he will go ballistic!"
"Look we need to find him, if anyone finds out he is a werewolf and tells dear old dad…"
"Zeus will order him to be killed." Jason finished bitterly.
"Just like in his note…" I muttered.
"Wait what?"
"He left us notes. So he could say goodbye." I said.
"He didn't give me or Piper any…" he sounded and looked a bit hurt.
"Jason, be reasonable. He would have traveled to New Rome to give them to you and that is on the other side of the U.S." I sighed.
"I'll see if I can help, I've got to get moving-"
"No sleep for now if you pass out in the middle of the woods you'll be killed."
"Sleep? How in the hell can you expect me to sleep? Percy's a werewolf, alone and doesn't have anyone with him, hunting the king of wereolves, The guy doesn't even know how to camp!"
"Try." I urged despite the feeling that Jason was right and had every reason to worry.
'Dammit Percy, don't die.' I prayed silently.
PERCY POV
Night, perfect…No idea how to make a campsite. I suppose I should start with fire. I grabbed some relatively dry sticks and sucked all the moisture out. I stared at the pile, this was so much harder then it looked. I sighed…now I regret not watching all those survival shows. I looked around and found some twigs and ripped the bark off trees, kindling, I need kindling. I sat down, I need to make sparks but I had no idea how to. I decided to go the most basic and completely difficult way I knew. Two sticks. I braced my knee against one stick and put the other one in between my hands. I rubbed my hands together until it slid off the smooth surface of the stick onto the forest floor. I spun my hands faster until it snapped.
"Dammit." I snarled.
I looked at the stick, then I had an idea. I took out riptide and sliced the stick cleanly down the middle, a flat surface would make this a whole lot easier, I grabbed another stick and braced my knee against the half stick. I began spinning the stick until I saw a bit of smoke. I spun even faster. Soon I grabbed the half stick and looked at it to see if I had an ember. I growled, I had spun it straight through the half stick. I sighed, goddamn I am going to get a magnesium bar or whatever the hell those things are, and practice. Several broken sticks, curses, and splinters later, I got up and looked for the tent. I grabbed it and set it up. Then I noticed it had a magnesium bar attached to the package. I wanted to scream my frustration. I punched a tree and it wobbled before falling over. I grabbed my hand which was oozing a small stream of blood. I had split two knuckles, I needed to work on my anger control. I sighed, I poured some water on my hand and let it slowly seal the skin back up. I took the package containing the bar.
Soon enough had a small fire going. I looked at the constellations I could recognize, I saw the hunter, Ursa Major, but the rest just looked like dancing points of light. I picked up hand full of dirt and tossed into the fire, sparks flew up dancing into the sky. I felt warm if nothing else and lay down in the tent and sighed. This was the life huh?
I closed my eyes, and fell into the hopefully blissful land of dreams.
Of course not. Demigod nightmares. I was in a cave with Lycaon, he was pacing I was pretty satisfied to see he looked more than a little beat up. He was laughing, smug son of a bitch. I wanted to punch him straight in the jaw. All of his pack was watching him with eager expressions.
"That boy Jackson, hah I can't wait to see how his friends shun him, an outcast! That little sea scum brat will definitely be broken." He cackled.
I began clenching and unclenching my dream hands, I bet my eyes were glowing yellow. If I were there, I would be slicing Lycaon into little bits and feeding him to piranhas. I would rip each wolf apart. I wanted to make sure they never hurt another person again. Soon he sat down and fell asleep, and my dream changed.
I was back at Camp Half-Blood and all was silent Peleus was snoring curled around the tree little wisps of smoke were flying into the air. The only light was on was surprisingly in my cabin. I drifted towards it. Inside everyone I had left a note to was inside planning on what to do next. I notice Mrs. O Leary was looking inside the cabin with a forlorn expression Blackjack cantered outside nervously. I wanted to see what they were up to.
Nico was slumping in one of the bunks, dozing off, Thalia was massaging her forehead with her eyes closed, and Annabeth was rereading on of the notes. Practically everyone was tired with dark circles under their eyes, but no one was asleep.
"Wow…" I murmured quietly.
Everybody's head snapped up like they all got shocked, Mrs. O Leary ears pricked up and she looked around hopefully.
Nico asked, "Did you all hear that?"
Annabeth said, "Yeah, it was quiet but I think it could have been Percy saying something."
Thalia said, "Percy are you here?"
I remained silent. Mrs. O Leary whimpered, and they all sat back down, looking a little disappointed. I drifted out of the cabin and whispered," Blackjack!"
His head whipped up, "Boss?"
"Hey buddy, how you holding up?"
"Where'd ya go boss?" he sounded hurt like he was insulted I didn't take him with me.
"Not important. I am sorry, Blackjack don't tell anyone you saw or heard from me."
"I can't tell them! Why? They are all worried sick!"
"Look, I need some time, Blackjack, to sort out my life, it's been altered and I am not sure what to do after it."
"You don't have to go this alone boss." He sounded sincere.
"Don't worry blackjack, I'll call you when I need a lift. At least I am alive right?"
"Boss…" he began.
"Stop calling me that! Geez, Blackjack, just listen to me okay?" I said, a bit loudly.
Voices came from inside the cabin. I paled, "Blackjack act casual!" I whispered.
Everybody came outside. Blackjack was just sitting on the ground. They began to call me name. The dream began to get blurry, I whispered, "Bye."
And with that I sank into a lovely dreamless sleep.