Annabeth POV
Despite the tension, I think we all manage to fall asleep. All of us except Percy that is. He sits stoically behind the driving wheel, and when I wake up, he's still there, glaring at the road.
"Where's my sarcastic loser?" I ask, leaning over to kiss him on the ear.
He starts, and takes his eyes of the road to kiss me on the lips, "I am not sarcastic!"
I shrug and lean back, "Where abouts are we?"
"Is that correct grammar?"
"Seeing as you couldn't spell your surname until third grade, I doubt that you can talk."
Percy blushed, and I noticed how similar he was to Helena, "Shouldn't have told you that." He grumbled. "If you want to know, we are..." He is cut off by our car engine suddenly stopping. "Here." He finishes.
Violet and Helena have been woken up by the jolt, and they stare out at the mountains, "Why has oue car stopped?" Helena asks.
"She knows we're coming." Percy says quietly, "And she wants up to walk."
"To walk up there?" Violet asks, her eyes widening, "Yay, mountains."
"Why salt lake city?" Helena muses. "I mean, she is the old Goddess of running water right? Not like, salt water. That's her husband."
I nod, and bite my lip. It's definitely slightly odd, as names have power in the Greek world.
"It's just a coincidence guys," Violet sighs, "Now lets go climb a mountain."
"Um Violet?" Percy sighs, "There are like, five of them."
Vilet narrows her eyes as she gazes into the sun, "Executive decision," She says, "That one."
I expect her to pick the smallest one, but in fact, the mountain she picks feels... right. And that makes me feel uneasy.
"We better go then." I say, picking up my bag of ambrosia and nectar, and checking I have my knife, "Percy?"
"I got riptide."
"Violet?"
"Got my weapons."
"Helena?"
"Got my crappy camp halfblood bow," She grumbles, and I see Percy smile. We step out of the van, and start to climb the mountain.
Around half an hour later, the temperature drops. As in, suddenly, the sweltering sunshine disappears, and I can see my breath. Almost at the same time, a trickle of water runs down to my feet. I look at the others, and notice that all down the mountain water is flowing. It starts as trickles, but soon it begins to build up. I grab Percy's hand.
"This isn't right," I whisper, "It's up to our ankles,"
Percy grabs Violet's arm. "We need to stay together," He says. "Running water can be strong. Grab Helena, that way if somebody falls, then we can help them."
Violet nods, and grabs Helena, as we struggle up against the rising water. Then Violet slips, and as Percy grabs at her, a sudden mist decends. I can't see anything, and I have let go of Percy's hand.
"Percy!" I yell, and I feel his hand grab mine,
"I got you," He says, "Violet? You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," I hear her say, then she screams.
"What?" I yell, "Violet!"
But then the mist comes up, and I scream as well. Because Helena has vanished.