I walked past the sign, into the northern town. Immediately the sense of age and history washed over me, it looked like it was one of these real old 'witch towns' the kind you'd see in documentaries- like Salem, those kinds of towns. Real old- and real creepy. From my vantage point on the top of the hill- I looked down, a spectator on normal town life. Or as normal as a weird witch town can get. However, I do want to buy some food- surely there'd be a pawn shop somewhere in the town right?

My mind made, I started walking down the hill, the cool breeze whipping against my face, It was only a couple days after Christmas and so the chilly winter was still in full swing. I slightly raised my coat to cover my nose, it was a long puffy jacket, a black parka. Underneath was my celestial bronze armour I had bought with CP. It was in the style of spartan hoplite armour. This meant it consisted of a cuirass designed with abs and pectorals, vambraces covering my forearms, designed to seem slick and yet important. Underneath my cargo pants were celestial bronze shin guards in the same style as my vambraces. All of this armour would grow with me, due to it being CP backed.

Stuffed inbetween my coat jacket and my breastplate was my skeletal baby Badger. The small abomination looking at me with its empty gaze; it was oddly cute and yet at the same time disturbing. Clearing my head of such thoughts I continued on my way down the pathway to the town proper, hopefully any owner of such pawnshops would be morally corrupt enough to buy gold from a kid yet not enough to scam them.

A couple minutes later and I was by a decent sized building; which instead of being built in the creepy witch-town way as the rest of the town, it looked like it had just been picked up from a cheesy western movie and plopped in the middle of the row of buildings with no care for cohesion of aesthetics. Taking a deep breath in I walked into the wooden building.

Inside it was very similar to the outside, by that I mean it looks just how you'd expect such a cowboy-y place would. The walls were paneled from a varnished dark wood, a counter by the far back with a man behind it, and almost all other places in the shop being taken up by almost certainly fake rolexes and the like.

The man behind the counter himself looked sleazy; a loose and stained white shirt, showing off a fake gold necklace and thick chest hair. He had his hair tied back into a short ponytail and a caterpillar of a moustache stuck between his nose and lips. He had the vague look of somebody who could've once made it as a moviestar if he had actually worked out and y'know, looked good. As it was now his only acting career would be one in a shitty made-at-home porno; that is if his penis was a pornstar's size.

Digressing, I walked forwards. Taking out three golden drachma from my pocket and placing them on the counter; staring right at his eyes as I plainly asked "How much for these?" It came out slightly too loud and very much too high pitched to be considered truly threatening if I was to be honest with myself. He seemingly also came to the same conclusion,

"Well kid, aint you a bit young to come in here yourself; where's your parents?" He spoke, a condescending tone I'm sure he didn't realise I would notice laced into his words.

"How much for the gold?" I had already expected such a response and as such had made a plan to counter it; simply sticking to the topic I was trying to get across.

He looked at me once more, shaking his head in probable exasperation and actually had a look at the drachma. Not one minute later he gave me a response "I can offer you $300 for all the coins" I was certain I was getting scammed even as the words left his lips, but I really had no bargaining power here. Simply nodding my head as a sign of agreement; he quickly put the coins behind his counter and produced $300 for me to take. Quickly taking the money I hurried out of the shop before he could question me anymore.

My next destination was the supermarket of the place I found myself in. I probably should've realised that finding a pawnshop in such a small town was lucky enough as it was; let alone finding a proper supermarket. I still searched the town however; the best substitutes I could find was a gas station and a locally owned grocery. Not trusting my foreign nature to the quiet town I quickly decided the gas station was the best bet. Walking in I could see it was a quiet day for the place; making my way to the back of the store I looked around for some kind of drink I could buy. I found multiple bottles of Gatorade and water. Immediately ignoring the gatorade I picked up a whole container of the bottled water, bringing it to the till with me. On my way I found an abundance of beef jerky, sunglasses and some thermal blankets; all of which made their way into my awaiting hands. Paying for all the items they found their way into the backpack I had stolen from one of the Hermes kids.

And with everything prepared I made my way out of the small town and back down the road; down south this time.

My journey from the small town to where I killed Boney, that was his name now by the way; couldn't just keep calling him the skeletal badger in my head. The journey was uneventful, no monsters attacking, no godly intervention and not even any humans! Like really, you'd think running through the forests by the side of the roads would allow me to see people, but noooo, not one wink of my fellow hominids. Unless you count the trash I encountered in my journeys on the sides of roads as 'signs of human activity'. And whilst you'd be technically correct I'm not counting it.

But yeah now I'm sitting down in the same clearing in which I killed Boney, good memories. "RAWARARR!" A loud as fuck roar came from a couple meters behind me. Shooting up to my feet I looked behind my back, seeing a much bigger- much more alive- Boney. Some could say I was about to get Boned; I'd say to those people, You've never seen me run. By run I mean chuck Boney at it and dash for all I was worth; Periodically shooting behind me with my bow. It seemed the indiscriminate shooting and throwing a dead badger at it was a good idea, because I then got a notification in my vision.

You have acquired: 4cp for killing:

Giant Badger Adolescent x1

I didn't have a chance to look at the motherfucker and I don't want to; instead I am occupying myself with running as fast as fucking possible. To be honest, I didn't know if Boney had died or not- but if he didn't he'd still probably be able to find me even if I run like hell… hopefully.

Just like my first night on my own; I ran for the entirety of it. Not stopping once to even think about what I was truly doing. My mind was preoccupied with more important things like; 'What servant type would I be summoned as?' and 'If I become a dragon will my human form gain a dragon cock?' and even 'Could I become a demi-god-demi-saiyan and just scream my way to Super saiyan blue?' Truly my mind is such a wonderful place.

But I digress after my night of running I was beyond Camp Half blood once more; hopefully in the right direction this time. By the time the sun broke the horizon I was exhausted; my body working on fumes and bullshit. You gotta love being a demigod, especially a big three one at that. Even during my meandering wanderings something stuck out at me which forced me into thinking about it. 'How many blessings can I have?' It was an expanded upon question that I had once before; that being 'Can I gain blessings without the perk?' I believe yes. And I assume the process behind getting a blessing is quite simple, do a massive favour for a god in exchange.

But that brought on the second question, 'How many can I hold?' Canon was quite explicit in the idea that you cannot possess too much godly energy as a mortal otherwise it will burn you up; so the question is, 'How much Can I hold?'

Also I've remembered a way to move around hella fast in the PJO universe. The grey sisters taxi service; I knew I forgot something about getting around quickly but I only remembered them as I dropped a drachma on the road today. Though I don't remember the chant clearly; I know it was something along the lines of "Chariot of Damnation appear!" but in Ancient greek but I don't know what it is exactly. I also don't know where they can work and where they can't. The books weren't really forthcoming with such information.

I can assume they work inside of New York city but not anywhere else; though hopefully they can bring me to the place I need to go. Talking about the place I need to go, I don't know where it is really. The oracle specifically mentioned that 'I had to go south' to 'face a beast' which 'protects to path to the deceased' I can assume from that; that it wants me to go into one of the side entrances into the underworld. Most likely the one protected by the Hydra; though by the fact it says go south instead of West I can most likely assume Its not central park but another national park of america. Probably one which matches a description not too far from the Hydra's original home in Greece. I guess my best bet is getting to a library or somewhere with a computer and searching up a list of national parks and finding the one which best fits.

My mind set I continued 'My Journey to the West'

AN: Hello, this again took far too much to get out. I promised myself to start writing again during my last break; yet it took me a whole term to start writing again. I swear, I hate myself. Beyond that I also realised I really fucked up the geography last time. As such I immediately had the OC back track so it didn't really destroy anything.

Beyond that, guess which National park I'm using.

And of course: Review, Favourite, follow and review again; the higher those numbers the higher my motivation.