Aster's POV:
After arguing with the door man for an hour I was allowed up to Olympus. I barely got up the nerve to approach my father, then I stated my business. He looked all too bored with me.
"It'll be done..." He said with a yawn, as he flipped through channels on his wide screen tv. He landed on a weather report by that crazy wind god and I took my leave.
Getting back to camp was awful. It was like the wind pressed against me. All I wanted to do when I got back to camp was lie down and take a long nap, but I'd check on Tony first. I showed up at camp weary and scraped up, but I was cheerful at the thought that Tony would be better soon. I practically skipped all the way to the sick bay to check on him. One problem, he wasn't there. Oh, okay, he's better and in his Barrack resting up. Not there, either. So where is he? Oh, he's got to be practicing with his sword, he always does that after a stressful vision. Unfortunately, I couldn't fine him THERE, either.
"WHERE'S TONY?!" I yelled at the camper who was supposed to be watching him while he recovered.
"Um... He left."
"Left for where?"
"Um... I... I don't know..." Suddenly, I was furious. I don't know why but I couldn't believe it. My best friend had run away. What?! Did he not trust me to come back? Did he think I was doing this for a reason that isn't for his own good?! He could DIE OUT THERE!
I have to find him...
I push past the camper, and, without thinking, leave camp without a plan.
Just so Tony gets back okay.