A/N (I recommend reading this): I'm going to MAKE THIS CLEAR. Just like I mention on my bio page about every other fanfiction I done: I DON'T OWN THE PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIAN SERIES OR IT'S CHARACTERS as the rights goes to Rick Rioran. Also I suggest you guys start paying attention to the Author notes and my warnings that I left on EVERY chapter of EVERY story.
Keep in mind it would be hard to be original with Hazel's and Frank's Flashbacks in this story. Sorry if this chapter is too much like the book.
Warning: Certain ancient Greeknames matches words use of foul language but no foul language was intentionally used. Also if you haven't read them yet read 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Early Adventures' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Lightning Thief' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Sea of Monsters' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Titan's Curse' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Magical Labyrinth' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Stolen Chariot' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Sword of Hades', 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Bronze Dragon' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Last Olympian' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Staff of Hermes' 'The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Lost Hero' and 'The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Quest for Buford' before reading this story as stuff that happened in them will be mentioned. Lastly, any one who wants to do a Demigods and Olympian reads story using 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon' is allowed as long as you inform me about it.
Frank's POV Part XVI
Percy was waiting for us. He stood at the edge of the glacier, leaning on the staff with the golden eagle, gazing down at the wreckage he'd caused: several hundred acres of newly open water dotted with icebergs and flotsam from the ruined camp.
The only remains on the glacier were the main gates, which listed sideways, and a tattered blue banner lying over a pile of snow bricks.
When we ran up to him, Percy said, "Hey," like we were just meeting up for lunch or something. "How did it go?"
Hazel and I explained about the battle we just had with Alcyoneus. Percy seemed impress when Hazel mention how I change into an eagle, a hellhound, a bear, and an elephant.
"So you mastered Periclymenus' gift?" Percy asked.
"Yeah—wait, you knew that was his gift?" I asked.
Percy shrugged. "Only after we visited your grandmother's place to be honest. I think Juno was trying to keep me from revealing your gift too early because before then whenever I tried to remember more about him, it was blocked out."
I wanted to be angry, but I guess I shouldn't be surprise.
"If you guys are done," Hazel said, "we need to go. Camp Jupiter is under attack. They could use that gold eagle."
Percy nodded. "One thing first, though. Hazel, there's about a ton of Imperial gold weapons and armor at the bottom of the bay now, plus a really nice chariot. I'm betting that stuff along with the weapons we stocked up from the Zhang Mansion could come in handy…"
Hazel and I agreed to get the weapon and armor and chariot but it took way too long.
Hazel used her abilities to levitate some items from the bottom of the sea. Percy swam down and brought up more. Even I helped by turning into a seal, which was kind of cool until Percy claimed my breath smelled like fish.
It took all three of us to raise the chariot, but finally we'd managed to haul everything ashore to a black sand beach near the base of the glacier. We couldn't fit everything in the chariot, but we used my rope to strap down most of the gold weapons and the best pieces of armor.
"It looks like Santa's sleigh," I said. "Can Arion even pull that much?"
Arion huffed.
"Hazel," Percy said, "I don't care if Arion is my half-brother, I'm seriously going to wash his mouth with soap. He says, yes, he can pull it, but he needs food."
Hazel picked up an old Roman dagger, a pugio. It was bent and dull, so it wouldn't be much good in a fight, but it looked like solid Imperial gold.
"Here you go, Arion," she said. "High-performance fuel."
The horse took the danger in his teeth and chewed it like an apple. I made a silent oath never to put my hand near that horse's mouth.
"I'm not doubting Arion's strength," I said carefully, "but will the chariot hold up? The last one—"
"This one has imperial gold wheels and axle," Percy said. "It should hold."
"If not," Hazel said, "this is going to be a short trip. But we're out of time. Come on!"
Percy and I climbed into the chariot. Hazel swung up onto Arion's back.
"Giddyup!" she yelled.
The horse's sonic boom echoed across the bay. We sped south, avalanches tumbling down the mountains as we passed.
A/N: Frank's POV's is finished for this story, Leaving Percy with four chapters left all together.
