Percy

Percy was in a rotten mood. His now least favorite Olympian, Ares, had just forced him into a quest to retrieve his shield.

How pathetic was that? Getting a twelve year old demigod to fetch a shield for the war god was not Percy's opinion of god like. But, maybe that's just because Ares is stupider than a rock.

Apparently, Percy, Annabeth, and Grover would have to go to Waterland Water Park and reclaim the shield, or suffer certain wrath from Ares. So they just decided to go with the flow and go get the damn shield.

All in all, the son of Poseidon was upset that Ares was with his, Percy's, best-friend at Waterland. He knew he shouldn't have been jealous; they had been doing their thing for like 5 thousand years, and he was just a mortal. He just couldn't help it, he was overprotective and jealous, sue him.

And that's how he found himself in this rather uncomfortable position, trying desperately to fend off mechanical spiders while his partner, Annabeth, stood there petrified.

He was almost too busy defending Annabeth to retrieve what he came for. The Shield. At this point, he found himself wondering why someone would bring a shield to a make out point. What, do they plan on shield bashing their date?

While he was slashing at the creepy crawlers, he quickly grabbed the wide bronze disk and noticed something that interested him.

A pink scarf, with a note attached. Groping at it amidst the sea of arachnids, he was met with a most heavenly smell. It was everything he thought simple and wonderful, lavender, vanilla, and a clean sea smell.

He smiled as he stuffed it into his pocket with his free hand. It was Aphrodite's.

Suddenly brought back to the treacherous reality, he grabbed the frozen wisdom child's hand and started franticly sprinting towards a gate out, screaming at the top of his lungs, "Grover! Grover get your ass down here! Carry Annabeth over!"

Was the satyr sleeping or something?

"Grover!" he shouted once more, and Grover came stumbling high in the air and towards Percy, who was still slashing at the evil hydraulic spiders.

Indeed, he looked like he might have fallen asleep.

Percy held Annabeth behind him as Grover came to lift Annabeth off towards the exit.

The lone hero gave a mighty roar, and old water was soon lifted through old pipes. He started surfing rapidly on the artificial waves and launched himself over the gate.

As the water receded, the satyr and Annabeth soon saw a very disgruntled looking Percy Jackson. He wiped some oil off of his shirt and started cursing about how incredibly stupid that was.

"Let's go find a certain idiot war god," He growled as he started heading towards the direction that the diner was in, the diner Ares could be found.

Sorry if this is a little later than usual, I'm staring in horror at my T.V. screaming at my favorite team, the Texans, to do something with the damn ball. Next chapter should be up next Monday.

Thanks for reading,

~SunsetFlare