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This chapter is Clarisse's POV. I am really sorry that this chapter is so short. But I had to update another fic as well; a Zutara fic. And last week, I was in a school production and I am still really tired. I will update in the next day or two to make up for this disappointing chapter.

So, after that slightly (or dare I say, extremely) weird start to an already weird morning, I try my best to forget that disturbing visual of Grover and the unnamed nymph. I think it is best that she remain unnamed, because I am having a hard time looking at Grover the same way and if I hear her name, it will bring that memory back with a vengeance. I mean, his throat was so far down her throat, it was nearly in her oesophagus. Any further , and he could have given her a colonoscopy. Wait, does that make sense? I am not quite sure, because not only have I been thoroughly disturbed before breakfast, we have received the worst possible news.

Well, unless news arrives from Olympus, stating that my dad is pregnant with Artemis's child. And that would not happen, because first of all it is physically impossible and secondly, Artemis is a maiden goddess. Obviously, that is the stuff of twisted nightmares.

I don't know what I did to deserve that visual, but whatever we have more pressing matters. Early in the morning, in that period between night and day, Poseidon came to Percy. Okay, yes, I am mocking Percy. But come on, as much as I love him and all, he makes it so easy to tease him. Some might say that he makes it too easy.

At this hour of the morning, I can't help but notice that Percy tends to be slightly melodramatic. And I say in the kindest way possible, if there were a kind way to say that you are being annoyingly attention seeking. But I love him, so it doesn't matter as much as it probably should.

Well, enough with my pointless rambling and onto my delicious breakfast of rabbit stew. No, I am totally kidding. I am having a bowl of cornflakes. I do have a moral conscience, okay, even though it mightn't seem so sometimes. My only complaint is that the cornflakes have gone off. How am I so sure? Well, there is the distinct flavour of yuck mixed in with the nutritious taste of disgusting. So yeah, I am pretty certain. And people wonder why I am not a morning people.

As I glance to my left, in the corner of my eye, I can see an extremely peculiar sight. Either Percy is talking frantically to that weed, or else my peripheral vision is playing mind games on me.

And I really hope that it is the second option. After observing Percy's strange antics for a minute, my patience has officially packed its bags and left. Rolling my eyes, I storm over to him.

"Percy, what in gods name are you doing? You are really annoying me now. I am going to kiss you okay, if you stop that insane pacing and speaking ritual. I will be quite happy to do that, it isn't like you have to pay me to kiss you. After all, you are gorgeous."

Is he ignoring me? I am being extremely out of character, and for what? To be ignored? Nuh-uh. That isn't the way I roll. I am a strong, independent woman and I am going to kiss my insane, lovable boyfriend. And with that, I kiss Percy so passionately, and then abruptly I stop.

This is rom-com territory now, so of course this has to change it. Hearing Dylan's distinctive laugh, I heave a sigh of relief. Finally, we can this quest started.

"Clarisse?"

Finally Percy is speaking to animate objects again. This is great progress. The therapist told me that Percy should be back to his old self again soon. And that therapist is me. No diagnosis is better than a diagnosis made by a unqualified therapist. Yes, I am being sarcastic. Yes, I am glad that Percy is back to his old self again. And yes, I am slightly afraid of the daunting task ahead of us. And yes, I am bullshitting. I am really scared, and I never thought that I would say that, because usually, I am tough and proud.

But who says that I can't be tough, proud and afraid? It just makes me seem more human and likeable, and there isn't anything wrong with that. I can't be tough all the time, even though I try. Right now, I am feeling distinctly nervous. Before I met Percy, I wouldn't have questioned my awesomeness. I still think that I am awesome. After all, we are all awesome in our own unique way. But I know that it is okay to feel powerless sometimes. It doesn't mean that I like it, but I get on with it. Wait, what is Dylan doing?

Actually, you know what, I don't want to tell you every little detail about my rag tag group of friends. But what I will tell you is that he is making shadow bunnies. Don't ask.

It seems like I need to be the leader today. The others are all acting high, which I know can't be true because they don't need stimulants to make them appear insane. It comes naturally to them.

"Okay, cop on. We need to find not one but three symbols of power. And they can be anywhere. But we have a map, that Poseidon gave us. Please applaud Percy's dad."

A light scattering of applauding ensues. Good enough.

"And we have one pearl. And this pearl will tell us where the first symbol is. The rest we have to find for ourselves. And there are some countries that we can cross off straight away, because the country needs to have some form of Greek influence in architecture style. Annabeth?"

I direct my last question at Annabeth. After all, out of our group, she is big into architecture. No points to why.

"Well, the Greeks have really influence Britain and its architecture. So yeah, that would be a great first step."

For a moment, I almost fond of Annnabeth. Yack, no not. It is much too soon for that sort of camaderie.

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