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Chapter 29

Quest Crashers

Have I ever mentioned how much I love magic?

Probably a lot. But I mean come on. There's a field of magic for just about everything. Alchemy, elemental magic, runes, dolls, summoning. It's just a near limitless amount of cool stuff to learn. One in particular is turning out to be extremely helpful.

Bounded fields.

As my brother so kindly explained as he had me look through the tome of magic that I kept with me, bounded fields are just like the border of camp, just on a weaker scale. But that was fine. The camp boundaries were mostly up anyways. The only thing wrong was the mostly part.

After lunch the day after I got to camp I took a stroll through the woods, the very same where I was claimed during my first summer, to look for any inconsistencies with the border.

I had already found three within twenty minutes.

It was a bit unnerving that the camp was so reachable. There were damn blind spots that the border patrols didn't even know about. We were lucky so far since the nymphs live in the forest and can potentially take out any strays that wander in but even then, it was a stop gap defense at best. The nature spirits weren't violent by nature, just territorial. If one of the larger or more ferocious monsters, or more specifically one that breathes fire, ever came through these holes. I physically shudder at the absolute slaughter that would happen.

But now with my newly acquired knowledge (read Adamos' instructions) on bounded fields I should be able to fix up enough of the holes to protect the camp until something permanent can be established.

The first step was enlisting help. Now normally you can just inscribe a magic circle in multiple places around where you want and call it a day. Normally.

You see the problem with that is that it's meant for something the size of a large house with a decent sized front and backyard at most.

The camp however is many acres of open land and wilderness along with a beach. If I want to be able to set up a field around camp, I'm going to need to take a different approach.

That's what lead me to the camp forges talking with Charles Beckendorf.

Flashback

"And how many of these do you need?" Charles asked me with a skeptical brow. This wasn't unexpected as I knew I was making a rather…odd demand.

"About a two hundred." I answered looking at the sketch of the item laying across a worktable. At first glance it looked like a simple iron stake, however this was something that was to be crafted by the demigod children of Hephaestus. They were anything but.

All along the stake were a decently complex pattern of grid lines that all met at the tip. The space between the grids at the tip of the spike were designed to open up and anchor themselves into the ground upon activation.

Both of our heads turned as something in the forge crashed loudly. Both of us turned around to see Tyson looking embarrassed he fiddled with some wiring in his hands. One of the projects that the Hephaestus cabin was working on, a prosthetic arm, was moving around. The sudden movement from the arm knocked a box of tools off the bench and onto the floor.

"Tyson," I said with a sigh. The young cyclops had the decency to look sheepish as he tried to put the wires back where they were. "What have I told you about touching things?"

"If they aren't mine, ask first." He muttered. His one eye looking anywhere but me.

I gave him a gentle nod before turning back to Beckendorf. "I'm sorry. I'll help you clean that up." I offered but the smith wasn't paying me any attention.

"Show me what you did." It was a statement just as much as it was a question, yet it wasn't demanding but rather soft. An unusual tone coming from the burly smith that preferred the direct approach in conversations.

Beckendorf walked over to Tyson and looked over the arm. Tyson delicately picked up the arm and opened a hidden compartment. He then went on to explain what he did and how with the demigod smith nodding all along. Most of—scratch that, all of what they were talking about went completely went over my head, and Adamos was to lazy to bother explaining it.

"Ughm," I coughed, drawing their attention. "About my order?" I tried not to seem impatient but watching idly was never easy for a demigod.

Beckendorf rubbed his chin in thought. "I'll make you a deal." He said after a moment. "I'll let bump your request to the top of the list," I felt a smile break out on my face, and for some reason heard Adamos grumbling about businesses and poker faces. "BUT!" I faltered for a split second. Beckendorf then patted Tyson on the back. "You have to let your brother work here while he's at camp."

I blinked. Was that all? I get what I need and all I have to do is hand over Tyson, who looks like he wants me to accept!

"You want to hang out with Charles big guy?" I asked the young cyclops. His one eye widened before he practically bounced around in excitement. His size causing some of the tools to shake on their tables. "Well Beck," I looked at the smith. "Looks like you got another worker for your sweat shop." I joked and got an amused eye roll in return.

"What's a sweat shop?"

Flashback end

As soon as the words left Tyson's mouth, I booked it right out of there. It was a little awkward coming back at the end of the day to get the first half of the spikes for the bounded field and to pick up Tyson. I mean I could feel Beckendorf's stare trying to drill holes in the back of my head for leaving him that mess of a conversation.

Yeah, I think I'm going to take my time before picking up the rest of the spikes.

Anyways, on the next day I ran into a little snag. When I was hammering the spikes into the grounds, I had to use the butt of Riptide to hammer them in since I forgot to grab a hammer, I came across a few…pests that needed extermination.

Flashback

I had just went to check in on Tyson. Apparently Beckendorf was using Tyson's inborn cyclops metalworking magic to help with his chariot. He was very forward when I found them working on the chariot.

Tyson felt bad but I didn't hold it against him. I wasn't even going to be in the races anyways as I had far too much to do so I tried to reassure him that it was all cool.

RAWK!

I looked around trying to find the noise as I was drawn from my thoughts. The reason being that animals are not a common sight within the camp. The barrier naturally keeping a majority of them out and even then, that didn't sound at all like a normal bird. It was more out of reflex to the uncommon noise in the camp than anything else.

I looked up to a nearby group of large trees. They bordered a short distance away from the coliseum that I had used earlier this morning to beat the entire Apollo cabin i all spar. I felt a smirk of pride on my face. They weren't the best at close quarters but taking down a large group is still no easy feat.

I quickly shove the feeling of pride away, it wasn't important. As I looked around a shimmer caught my eye.

You know how you can look at a picture and someone mentions something, but you just can't see it until its literally pointed out to you?

That's what I was feeling before a glare hit my eyes forcing me to look away for a moment. When I looked back my eyes widened.

Flocks of birds. Each one the size of an eagle and with feathers that shimmered in the sunlight like polished metal. Their beaks were a shining bronze color that looked sharp enough to punch a hole straight through a wooden plank with ease.

Adamos explained to me that they were Stymphalian birds and how best to kill them. I looked at my watch. "I got a few minutes to spare." I said before turning around and walking straight into the big house. Mr. D not caring as he read through a magazine and Tantalus off somewhere, probably contemplating extreme puppy kicking.

I went into Chiron's old room and grabbed a large boombox that sat on a shelf and a cassette of some kind. 'Summer of 94' was written on the cassette.

I quickly left and headed straight to the archery ranges, finding the Apollo cabin doing an archery lesson.

"Hey Lee!" I called out, waving to the head of the Apollo cabin.

"Oh, Percy." He gave me a smile that I returned. A few others from the Apollo cabin sent me glares, probably because of the loss from this morning. Not Lee though, he was always a chill guy who never let things get to him. "What's up?"

"I kinda need your help." I went straight to business. "I found some monsters within camp and figure that the archery class could appreciate some moving targets."

Lee's expression turned serious. "Monsters? Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Large bird ones. And seeing how I'm such a good friend," Lee let out a snort at that. "I figured I could give the Apollo cabin the win after this morning." I gave him a mirth filled grin causing him to chuckle.

"Well who are we to turn down such a challenge." He said in a non-serious tone before turning back to everyone on the range. "Alright everyone! Grab your bows and as many arrows as you can carry. We've got an extermination." It spoke volumes of how much respect Lee had in camp that everyone on the range immediately stopped what they were doing to follow his orders.

After a few moments I nodded as everyone seemed ready to go. I turned around and walked with them following after me to where I found the birds. I had already put the cassette in the boombox and placed it on the ground. The birds did nothing except watch as the entire archery class prepared their bows.

As soon as I pressed play the birds descended into madness. Not that I could blame them as Chiron always had the worst taste in music and this cassette seemed to have been put together by Hades using an orchestra of the damned to support the vocal stylings of the Furies, with Mrs. Dodds as the lead vocalist.

The archers let lose their arrows and slowly, but surely the swarm of monster pigeons began to decrease until the ground was covered in gold dust, broken and unbroken arrows, and bird carnage. Part way through a crowd had gathered to watch, possibly to see if the fields of punishment had sprouted in the middle of camp based on the noise.

I shut down the horrid torture sounds coming from the boombox. The archery class was high fiveing and congratulating each other as they picked up the arrows that could still be used.

I stuck my hand out and got a nice sounding slap from Lee before he went of to talk to the class, probably to give some pointers.

I however walk off to continue what I was doing.

Well…after I destroyed the 'Summer of 94'.

Flashback End

We had country fried Stymphalian bird that night. It tasted as if the Colonel himself had cooked for us.

But enough of the succulent and juicy bird meat. I need to get on with how the rest of the days at camp went.

Overall, the work was going well. I managed to place all of the spikes that I could, and I even got Kevin to spread the ones in the deeper parts of the forest that I couldn't get to. I mean I still had camp activities to get too so I couldn't just keep disappearing.

Annabeth was already getting suspicious whenever I wandered off into the woods or wasn't hanging around Lou or the other campers, but she and the rest of her cabin were to focus on the race to care.

The camp was in such a state of alert that me being missing wasn't too noticeable. But that also meant that if I was caught it would not end well. I mean I was sure that I could talk my way out of any accusations, but that would still end with eyes one me far more than I would like.

The worst thing though were the dreams. The day before the whole race I had a dream about Grover. It was mostly garbled, but I did manage to get the key points. He was stranded somewhere. He needed my help. He was running out of time.

I told Adamos about this, but he didn't want anything to do with Grover's rescue. He said, and I quote 'If the mongrel is stupid enough to get himself caught than he should try to get out himself'. Though there was a bit of ranting in foreign languages.

I think I heard some Japanese and maybe some…Russian?

Whatever he was speaking it seemed there weren't enough words in a single language for him to express his distaste for Satyrs as a whole.

Dude really needs to chill.

Anyways the bounded field was up just in time for the chariot race this morning. If I was expecting something amazing, I was wrong. Other than a brief shimmer in the air it wasn't anything visually spectacular. But then again it was an invisible barrier so I guess I should have expected it. But at least it should be filling the gaps that exist and any future ones that pop up. It wouldn't stop something from coming in if it was determined enough, I'd need more time and materials for that, but it was able to repel something small and drive off any monsters that come near.

It was basically as if I light one of those candles that drove away insects. But for monsters.

I wonder if I can bottle this and sell it?

Is 15 drachmas to big a price for someone's life?

Never mind. Thoughts for later.

Anyways I managed to finish and come to watch the last parts of the chariot race as Clarisse managed to edge out a victory over the Athena and Hephaestus cabin.

According to Lou, who gladly gave me the play by play, it started out well enough with the places shifting constantly until the Hephaestus chariot managed to pull ahead thanks to the upgrades that Beckendorf and Tyson made to their chariot, which they name 'The Mediterranean Stallion' along with their mechanical horses.

This led to an unofficial team up between the other teams to take out the leader.

The first team out were the Demeter cabin due to a flask of Greek Fire igniting their wooden chariot, 'The Amber Grain', and forcing them to jump ship.

The Apollo cabin chariot, 'The Golden Note', went next courtesy of Lou. She wasn't a charioteer but that didn't stop her from sneaking into the Apollo cabins staging area and cursing the thing to cause extreme motion sickness to its riders. The Golden Note wasn't looking so golden after that.

The Hermes chariot, 'The Traveler', was unfortunate enough to git hit by a mini ballista bolt from the Mediterranean Stallion and lost a wheel.

That left only the Hephaestus cabin, the Athena cabin in their chariot, 'Peerless Wisdom', I had to resist rolling my eyes because even their chariot name sounds condescending, and the Ares cabin in their chariot, 'The Big Bitch'.

I bit back a laugh when Lou told me that Clarisse was the one to name it that.

Anyways it was a three-way tie for first until Clarisse managed to pull a pretty slick maneuver that managed to get the Hephaestus and Athena chariots to ram into each other and slow each other down enough to pull into first.

Then came the Athena cabin followed by Hephaestus in third.

The entire camp was in a festive mood after that and it carried over until the bonfire after dinner. According to Lou it was the highest the magical flames had been in a while as it roared twenty feet high in a bright orange golden color. Most days it was barely five feet and warm. That was a bit concerning considering the flames reflected the emotional state of the campers and I had never seen the flames so low during my stay last year. But that didn't even compare to how high the flames went after Annabeth stood up.

Turns out I wasn't the only one to get the Grover dream as Annabeth explained how she received a dream from Grover about the Golden Fleece. It was a bit surprising, but I figured he called Annabeth after me since the dream message I got was so garbled. He must have thought it failed and tried again.

It didn't take much before the campers were all shouting for a quest, causing the flame to rise even higher and burn hotter.

Between the chanting and the heat, it seemed Tantalus had finally reached the breaking point of his patience and caved.

He officially declared a quest to be taken by the champion of the chariot races, Clarisse, and a member from the cabins that came in second and third place.

I was silently cursing the fact that I missed out on my chances of officially taking the quest, but I did have more important things to do.

The cabins decided that they were going to send Annabeth and Beckendorf as the other two on the quest while Clarisse went to consult the oracle.

I quietly wondered if I looked as pale and freaked out as she did when I first went to the oracle. Looking at her as she came back was weird as the normally confident and angry girl looked like she just witnessed a mass murder in front of her and was desperately trying to hold it together.

Then that leaves us to now.

With me sitting on the beach drinking Coca Cola and watching the stars as I try to figure out how to go about this. My magical backpack next to me being where I kept pulling soda from. Hestia already told me the coordinates to find the Fleece from where Adamos last located it, but tat meant nothing if I couldn't get to it.

I asked Adamos where it was specifically, and the answer did not inspire much confidence.

The Sea of Monsters.

Because of fucking course, it has to have an ominous sounding name.

I really wanted to bring Lou and Tyson along with me. Not to put them in danger or anything but with the whole rule of three thing I needed two others and I felt like they would be very useful.

"You're not an easy guy to find." Someone next to me said, I was so lost in my own thoughts that I never noticed the guy sitting next to me in the sand.

My hand went to my pocket, ready to draw Riptide at a moment's notice but froze when I got a good look at the man sitting next to me.

He wore a red nylon track suit with white shoes, but the pointed ears and mischievous smirk are all the evidence that I need.

"Lord Hermes." I muttered and his smirk widened just a fraction.

"I liked it better when he had longer hair." Adamos commented which I ignored.

"Mind if I?" He asked and I didn't understand what he wanted till I saw that he was looking at the pack of soda. Not seeing any reason and even more so not wanting to offend a god that was five feet from me. "Thanks." He took one of the cans and it instantly chilled in his hand as he popped it open and chugged it in one go.

"Whew, I can't tell you how long it's been since I had a break." Then as if tempting the universe itself his phone rang causing him to let out a sigh. "Five minutes. Is that too much to ask." The messenger god mutters before opening his phone and pulling a 180 and putting on a chipper attitude. "Hello this is Hermes of Olympus Deliveries!"

I watched in morbid fascination as the god went through a rollercoaster of emotions as he talked on the phone, which when I look closely realized it had tiny live snakes on the antenna.

He went from professional and polite to angry to resigned all the way back to professional and polite.

"Sorry about that." Hermes gave me an apologetic look. "The overnight express is booming and I'm a bit understaffed. I've had to delegate to Eris." I felt Adamos focus on Hermes. Like he was trying to interrogate and scare him through will alone. It must have worked as the traveler god let out an involuntary shiver. "Anyways," He gave a look confused look around. "As I was saying—"

"You have snakes on your phone." I slapped a hand over my mouth as the words fell out.

"Smooth move genius."

"Shut up!"

Hermes just laughed as he pulled out the device. "I do. Go ahead, they don't bite. Say hello George, Martha."

"Hello George and Martha." A male voice hissed.

"Don't be so sarcastic." Came a female voice.

Hermes gave his phone a weird look. "That's odd. They usually speak through the mind."

"Can't." Martha hissed. "The boys got a mental block."

"Shut us out immediately." George followed up.

Hermes gave me an inquisitive look. It was taking all I had not to freak out. "I've…gotten a few magic lessons from Hestia." I said. It wasn't entirely true, but it wasn't a lie either. Hestia gave me a few pointers whenever I was stuck and explained the whole mist manipulation for me. I could have asked Adamos but sometimes you just need a second opinion.

Hermes raised a brow at the explanation. It was clear that he wasn't entirely convinced but didn't see the need to press any further. I silently prayed to Hestia for forgiveness for throwing her under the bus. "You're a rather interesting kid Percy."

"She won't mind. She's way to nice to hold a grudge."

"Thank you?" I wasn't sure about the compliment but chose to ignore the inner commentary.

"So, what are you gonna do?" The messenger god asked. I didn't understand what he was talking about.

"The quest dummy. He's asking what your gonna do."

"Oh." "The quest, right?" I asked receiving a nod from Hermes. "I don't have permission to go."

"And will that stop you?"

"Not in a million years." I spoke without hesitation. There was no reason to hesitate. Despite what Adamos says Grover is my friend and I would never leave him if he needed.

Hermes smiled. "That's just the answer I was looking for."

I gave the god a disbelieving look. "Isn't it your job as a responsible adult to stop me from breaking the rules?"

"Pfft! Rules." Hermes chuckled. As if the very idea was ludicrous. "Let me tell you something that someone else told me. If you know how to get away with something than rules are just guidelines."

"Who told you that, because that sounds like horrible advice." I couldn't help but ask. I felt a swell of indignation from inside for some reason.

"A very immature older brother." He said with a smirk as if he was telling me an inside joke that only he knew, but I had a suspicion on the joke. "But enough of that. Martha the first package." He spoke to the snakes as he transformed his phone into a golden Caduceus.

"Finally, it feels so good to be in full form." Martha hissed before her mouth opens exponentially wide, depositing a package into Hermes' awaiting hand.

It was a stainless-steel canister with pictures of a man wrestling with an assortment of different animals. "A special collector's item from Hercules Busts Heads. First season of course."

"Hercules Busts Heads."

"Great show." Hermes sighed. "Well, back before Hephaestus-TV was all reality programming. All though it would be worth a lot more if I had the entire lunch box."

"Ask him how much the entire set costs."

"No. Why do you even care?"

"I never got Hephaestus-TV in the other pantheons. No way to get anything from Olympus."

"Once again, no! Its just gonna sit and collect dust. There's no reason for you to have it." I argue back making Adamos grumble in silence, acting more like a child than a god.

"Here." Hermes said tossing me the thermos, breaking me from my thoughts. I fumbled with it as I was caught off guard but managed to get a good grasp on it. I was caught off guard as the Thermos was freezing cold on one side and burning hot on the other. I twisted it around looking at it before it hit me.

"It's a compass!" I exclaimed as no matter how many times I turned it the cold side always pointed to the beach, which was north.

"Clever boy." He said in a faint Australian accent for some reason. "But that's not what its for. Inside it contains the winds from the four corners of the world. Uncap it and you will release them. Not now!" He stopped me as I was about to twist the lid. "Those winds are extremely volatile so you should only open it a little bit. Should all four escape at once…" He didn't finish the sentence, but I could tell it wasn't anything good. "Now for gift numero dos."

This time George was the one to spit out the gift, dispensing what looked like a bottle of chewable vitamins.

"Are they minotaur shaped?" I asked in disbelief

"The lemon flavored are. I think the grape ones are Furies? Or are they hydra?" Hermes shrugs. "At any rate they are quite the potent little things. But don't take them unless you need it. Like, really, really need it."

"And how will I know when I need it?"

"Trust me you'll know. It has all your essential vitamins, minerals, amino acids. Everything you need to feel normal again." The god explained before tossing me the bottle.

"Thanks." I said before giving him a skeptical look. "No offense Lord Hermes, but why are you helping me?"

The travel god gave me a sad smile. "Perhaps it's because I know your going to go no matter what. And perhaps I believe that you can save more than just your friend Grover."

The message was blatant. It was easy to figure out what he wanted. "You want me to save Luke." I stated. Hermes didn't answer but his smile lessened. "I…don't know if I can do that." I said with a sigh. "I don't mean to hurt your hopes Lord Hermes, but I just don't know if I can. He betrayed my trust, he tried to kill me!" I exclaimed to the quiet god. "I just don't know if I can bring myself to try to save him. And even if I did find him…he wants to destroy us all, burn Olympus into the ground."

Hermes looked to the stars and let out a sigh. "You see those stars? The constellation that surrounds Ursa Minor?" I look up at the sky, instantly seeing the stars connect in ways that no one else could. As Adamos was a god of stars and constellations it made stargazing much easier. That didn't explain to me why he was pointing out the Draco constellation. "I was there when that constellation was put into the heavens. It seems so long ago but it still remains. It, like so many other stars were personally crafted by a friend of mine that has long since gone, yet they still remain even after so long." Hermes voice grew soft as his eyes had a far-off look.

A sudden wave of emotion hit me, nostalgia, melancholy and resignation.

"What I mean to say dear cousin is that you shouldn't give up so easily on family." Hermes said as he drew himself out of his own stupor. "You can hate them, be embarrassed by them, and even want to strangle them a few times for not giving you respect for inventing the internet,"

"He invented the internet?"

"Emails are still a type of mail now shush!"

"But they are still family at the end of the day. Do you get what I'm saying Percy?"

"I think I do. More than you know." I didn't say that second part. "I won't promise anything but…I'll try."

Hermes gave me an appreciative smile. It wasn't large or shining, but a more smile of a man resigned to what he could get. "That's all I ask." He said before standing up and brushing the sand off his pants. "Now I guess I should be leaving."

"You have sixty calls." Martha said.

"And one thousand-thirty-eight emails." George added.

"This is gonna be my day today." Hermes said massaging his brow. "Anyways your deadline is coming up Percy. I suggest you get ready." He then snapped his fingers and three duffel bags. "If you don't hurry your ship will leave soon.

"Ship." I asked and looked to where Hermes was pointing. There out in the water a large cruise liner was cutting across the Long Island Sound.

"Good luck." Hermes gave me a chipper smile before vanishing into the air. "Ask your father for a ride out there." His voice became softer with each word, as if it was being carried away by the wind. "Trust me. He'll help you and you friends."

"My friends?" But I shouldn't have bothered to ask as he was already gone.

"Percy!" I heard and turned around, spotting Lou and Tyson jogging down the beach to me.

"What are you guys doing here?" I hissed as I looked around to make sure that the harpies weren't following them.

"I heard you calling for help!" Lou said as she fingered the hilt of her sword.

"Yeah." Tyson nodded. "Heard you yell about bad things attack."

"I didn't." I waved their concerns off.

"Then what—" Lou asked but noticed the three duffels bags. She was quiet for a few moments until… "I'm in."

"What?" I asked.

"I said I'm in." Lou repeated herself with a smile. "What ever your doing I'm coming along." She put her hands on her hips and looked at me with a smile that said no was not an acceptable response.

I let out a sigh. "Only you Lou."

"I want to go," Tyson joined in.

I gave Lou a glare that she took like a champ. "I'm not apologizing." She said without the slightest hint of remorse.

"You know if we do this we could be expelled from camp, or die?"

"If we succeed than they can't complain." The little witch girl shrugged. "And besides, death's an occupational hazard for us."

"I can't even argue with any of that." I laughed as the demigoddess gave me a victorious grin.

"Maybe we help the others too." Tyson added in with a goofy smile. That reminded me that three others were going to be on this quest as well

If we did come across them, I knew Tyson would want to help them if only because Beckendorf was one of the three campers. The children of Hephaestus had all become friends with Tyson during his time, Beckendorf especially.

"I guess we have a ship to catch." I said pointing to the ship out in the sound.

"How are we supposed to get there? I mean I do a pretty mean breaststroke but that seems a bit much." Lou said as she looked out to the ship.

"I was told to ask my dad for help." I said as I walked to the surf. "Uh…" I froze as I realized I didn't know what to say.

"What are you waiting for? Ask him." Adamos prodded.

"It's not that easy. Its not like we talk regularly." I snapped.

"You're not giving the Gettysburg Address. You just need to ask for some help."

"What if he says no?"

"He's not going to say no now get on with it!" Adamos sounded like he was on the verge of snapping and doing it for me.

"Uh…hey dad. I need to get to that ship and could use a ride."

…

…

…

"I don't think he's listening."

"Just give it a minute."

As if on cue three white streaks tore through the water at high speeds before rising out of the water.

"Fish ponies!" Tyson dried out with glee.

"Wow." Lou whispered in awe.

"They're Hippocampi." I supplied courtesy of Adamos.

"You both can admire them later. Grab a duffel and get on." I said as I grabbed two of the duffels and threw it at them. Tyson was broken out of his stupor as he caught his with an oof. Lou however was not as sturdy and nearly fell on her ass. I silently laugh while ignoring her glare. I grabbed my own duffel and backpack and got on the Hippocampi. Tyson got on one that was bigger than the others.

"You both ready?" I asked and received a nod from both of them. "Giddyup!" I called and we were off.

A/N:

Heyo. How are you all doing? Good? Good. Schools coming up and I hope everyone is able to safely get through the boring and tormenting hell that is math (Or whatever subject you hate)

Stay safe you sexy beasts.