A/N: So I got a couple of reviews asking why Jason is the third on the quest and not Leo because the prophecy mentioned fire, they're taking Festus, etc. Well, to answer those reviews, remember that prophecies are never fully interpreted until they've come true. Also, Leo just got back to Camp Half-Blood and is a bit lacking of training. That's all I'm going to say. Please R&R!

POVs: Multiple (in order: Percy, Annabeth, Jason)

Disclaimer: I own neither Twilight or PJO/HoO.

Chapter 15: Traveling (North)East

For the first half-hour on the back of Festus, no one talked. We were already next to the open sea, flying north (not east, we were trying to find the place best for crossing the Atlantic, probably somewhere in Canada. The idea of going back there after my first quest with Frank and Hazel completely freaked me out, but Leo had said not to tire Festus too much, and the way to do that was to find the shortest route across the Atlantic). Instead of feeling elated like I always did when I was near the ocean, though, I felt like my air supply had been cut off. I couldn't breathe; I was constricted. The ocean offered me no comfort - instead of its usual brilliant blue-green, it looked inky, black, and uninviting. The waves lapped coldly on each other, and even as we flew steadily over land and sea, I could feel the frozen temperature they seemed to be giving off. The ocean was not in a good mood today, and therefore, I wasn't either.

The other thing that made me uneasy was the fact that I was in the air, flying on a metal dragon that wasn't even mine. Even though I was near the ocean, the sky was Zeus' domain - every inch of it until the waves was dangerous for me. And the fact that I was on an easily targetable dragon didn't reassure me. An easily targetable metal dragon that would attract lightning in a storm.

Eventually, the silence was too much for me. I turned my head halfway around to see Renesmee. She looked still as a stone, and possibly a bit green, but otherwise alright.

"So, Nessie, what's your story? Tell us everything - we might take hours on this dragon, and without any noise, it's going to be miserable." Nessie smiled a bit, as I'd hoped, but didn't laugh.

"Well, I was born almost three years ago. I still remember being inside my mom's womb." I tried my hardest to not look either freaked out or disgusted, but failed pathetically. Seeing my emotions made her laugh, though. "Well, you know, but… um, your friend here doesn't."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I guess I forgot to introduce myself to you," Jason said. "I'm Jason Grace, son of Zeus. It must be weird going on a quest with people you barely know, right?" She nodded a bit. "I understand the feeling," he comforted, looking at me. "I'm sorry, but did my ears hear that you said you were born only... three years ago?"

"That's right. I'm sorry, you weren't there for the story-telling. I'm half-vampire. I was conceived and carried by my mother, Bella, when she was human, but she was turned into a vampire right after I was born. For reasons unknown, I grow at a very fast pace. I'm only three, but I look thirteen, and my mind is far more accelerated than that." The look on Jason's face was many things combined: awe, curiosity, fear, confusion. "They estimate that I'll be fully grown by seven years old, and then I'll stop growing and become immortal like the rest of my family. I find the prospect a little strange, but then again, I'm half-vampire." Renesmee said all of this so fast that the words nearly blurred together, laughing as she stopped at parts. I listened to her talk to Jason about her story and her family's story, all the while thinking of Annabeth. What I wouldn't give to be with her now.

I walked to the Hades cabin as soon as Percy, Jason, and Nessie became an invisible dot in the sky, looking for only one person. I knocked with the door-knocker, which, not to my surprise, was a silver skull. It opened almost immediately, and Nico stared up at me, confused. "Annabeth? What are you doing here?"

"Percy and the others just left on the quest. I need to talk to you about something." I could feel the tears starting to fill my eyes, blurring my vision, but ignored them for the time being. I wouldn't cry - not just yet.

"Um… sure," Nico said, looking a bit uncomfortable.

"I need to ask a favor of you."

"What kind?"

"A big one."

I listened in wonder as Renesmee Cullen told me about her short life and everything that had happened in it. Only when she got to werewolves was I really confused.

"Hold on, what? Werewolves?"

"Yes," she confirmed, looking a bit uncomfortable. "Well, we have a pack of werewolves back at home in Forks, and they're all very nice. They may dislike my family, but they're okay with me." She blushed for no reason. "Jacob was my closest friend. He was like a big brother to me. We had to leave him, though, when we moved. He said he'd come visit, but I don't know when. I may not even be there when he does." It seemed like she was about to cry when her face hardened and her resolve along with it.

"Never mind. We have to focus on the quest." And then she became very silent very fast. Talking about Jacob certainly hit a nerve somewhere in her. I looked up to see it was almost midday, the sun high above us.

"Hey, want to stop for lunch?" Percy asked half-heartedly. He was still thinking about Annabeth. I felt horrible for them; even after all they'd been through together, Chiron had refused for them to go on a quest together. It was almost ridiculous.

"Sure." Festus circled slowly towards the ground, having heard our most recent discussion, and landed in a park. The Mist instantly veiled him and children began to play on him, so I assumed he was a playground set for the time being. We all dismounted and began to walk to a restaurant in our mini-mission to find food. We sat down in a booth at a fast-food place - which immediately occurred to me as a bad idea. If some monster decided to come get us now, we wouldn't see it coming and most probably be dead.

A waitress came over to ask for our orders, and both Percy and I asked for burgers. Nessie, though, crinkled her nose at the smell and said she'd pass. She'd told the both of us about her preference for blood, even if she ate human food. I just hoped that wasn't my blood. Or Percy's.

We dug into our meals with delight - how long had it been since I'd eaten fast food? - when Nessie suddenly tensed up in her seat. "What's wrong?" Percy asked her.

"Two things. One - I have the distinct feeling that we're being watched. And two - something smells strange." Uh-oh. Percy and I stared at each other, mouths half-full. There was a monster coming our way.