Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry or Percy Jackson and the Olympians. I only own the OC Damian Redgrave.

It had been five minutes since Percy had left to consult the oracle as Chiron had pointed him into the direction of the attic at the top of the big house.

Percy was a little reluctant to go but went after some encouragement from Damian and telling him the sooner he gets it over with the sooner they could sort this big mess out.

"So how come we have not seen this Oracle?" Damian asked Chiron. "You never mentioned this oracle during any of our previous conversations and I have not seen someone who claims to be it."

When Damian thought of an oracle, he thought of some crazy gypsy lady or old woman with a crystal ball. As silly as it sounds, it's just what he expected from movies he had watched and people saying they had their fortune told.

"The oracle is not exactly a person." Grover said, getting an odd look from Damian. "Well she was a person but she is dead." Damian, not fully understanding what Grover meant, turned to Chiron who began to explain.

"In every lifetime a mortal who can see through the mist is sometimes given the ability of prophecy from the god Apollo."

'Uncle Apollo?' Damian thought at the mention of the sun god. Since he was his mother's twin, it only really hit him now that Apollo was technically his uncle since Apollo and Artemis were full blooded siblings. He was curious to know what his uncle was like. Hell, maybe he's better than his uncle Vergil.

"They would be able to give prophecies that would be use to authorize quests and other purposes. However for some reason when the last oracle died the power of prophecy did not pass on and stayed with her deceased body. Even though she technically is not alive, when asked about a quest, her corpse reacts and a green mist gathers around her before she comes alive somewhat for a few moments to give the heroes their quest or prophecy." Chiron explained.

"Why did it not move on? This power of prophecy?" Damian asked. "Surely Uncle Apollo would know why since it is his power and domain right?"

Chiron sighed. "We wish we knew. Even Lord Apollo does not know why. Many have tried to inherit it but it has not had favourable results. Those that have tried lost their minds while few suffered even worse fates."

As the room went quiet, footsteps could be heard descending from the steps. Everyone looked towards the door and saw Percy entered the room looking a little pale. No doubt seeing a dead corpse that was nothing but bones was something he was expecting to see.

"You okay?" Damian said looking at his friend and giving him a comforting pat on the shoulder.

"U-Urm yeah I'm fine" he stuttered out. "J-Just was not expecting that." he said getting a look of comfort from the three others in the room.

"Well?" Chiron asked him with a raised eyebrow.

Percy slumped into a chair at the pinochle table. "She said I would retrieve what was stolen."

Grover sat forward, chewing excitedly on the remains of a Diet Coke can. "That's great!"

"What did the Oracle say exactly?" Chiron pressed. "This is important."

Percy shivered a bit and shook his head. "She...she said I and another would go west and face a god who had turned. I would retrieve what was stolen and see it safely returned."

"I knew it," Grover said.

Chiron didn't look satisfied. "Anything else?" he asked sternly, clearly wanting everything.

Percy didn't want to tell him. He didn't want to tell anyone.

What friend would betray him? He didn't have that many…and Damian wasn't like that. Damian always had his back.

And the last line, he would fail to save what mattered most. What kind of Oracle would send him on a quest and tell him, "Oh, by the way, you'll fail".

How could he confess that?

"No," Percy said. "That's about it."

Damian watched Percy closely, he knew a lie when he smelled it.

Chiron studied Percy's face too. "Very well, Percy. But know this: the Oracle's words often have double meanings. Don't dwell on them too much. The truth is not always clear until events come to pass."

"Okay," Percy said, anxious to change topics. "So where do I go? Who's this god in the west?"

"Ah, think, Percy," Chiron said. "If Zeus and Poseidon weaken each other in a war, who stands to gain?"

"Somebody else who wants to take over?" Percy guessed.

Damian frowned, connecting the dots. "Isn't that stereotypical to blame Hades?"

"Ah, but think about it Damian," Chiron said in a teacher-like tone, "He is someone who harbors a grudge, who has been unhappy with his lot since the world was divided eons ago, whose kingdom would grow powerful with the deaths of millions. Someone who hates his brothers for forcing him into an oath to have no more children, an oath that both of them have now broken."

Percy closed his eyes in thought, "Hades." He spoke.

Chiron nodded. "The Lord of the Dead is the only possibility."

"He's one possibility, that I can buy. But the only one? No way. There's got to be others." Andi pointed out skeptically.

A scrap of aluminum dribbled out of Grover's mouth. "Whoa, wait. Wh-What?"

"A Fury came after you both, Damian." Chiron reminded him. "Furies obey only one lord: Hades."

Damian shook his head. "I still don't see it. A war would just fill Hades' kingdom and I doubt he wants more subjects."

"Yes, but-but Hades hates all heroes," Grover protested. "Especially if he has found out Percy is a son of Poseidon..."

"A hellhound got into the forest," Chiron continued. "Those can only be summoned from the Fields of Punishment, and it had to be summoned by someone within the camp. Hades must have a spy here. He must suspect Poseidon will try to use Percy to clear his name. Hades would very much like to kill this young half-blood before either could take on the quest."

"Great," Percy muttered tiredly. "That's two major gods who want to kill me."

As Chiron spoke, Damian narrowed his eyes when he saw what looked like some sort of ripple in the air behind Chiron. It was only for a split second but it was like something was moving around and couldn't be seen. A familiar scent then hit the son of Artemis' nose. It smelt a little like vanilla shampoo and the smell of ink could also be found.

His eyes went wide when he realised what it was and mentally chuckled. 'Annabeth, you little sneak.' He thought with amusement as he looked for the ripple and noticed it, squinted his eyes at it before giving a wink.

He knew it worked because he heard a small gasp.

"So let me get this straight," Percy said slowly. "We're supposed to go to the Underworld and confront the Lord of the Dead."

"Check," Chiron said.

"Find the most powerful weapon in the universe."

"Yep." Damian said while popping the p.

"And get it back to Olympus before the summer solstice, in ten days."

"That's about right." Chiron nodded.

Percy looked at Grover, who gulped down the ace of hearts.

"Did I mention that Maine is very nice this time of year?" he asked weakly.

"You don't have to go," He told Grover. "I can't ask that of you. And Damian-"

"You even say I don't have to go, then I'll shoot you." Damian warned him with a glare. "Friends stick together to the end. I'm going with you, and so is Grover."

"You and Damian saved my life, Percy and I'm going to pay you back. As your friend like Damian said, I'm with you every step of the way. You can count on me." Grover said with an odd look of courage on his face.

Percy smiled at the satyr. "Thanks G-Man."

Damian smiled before he said. "So I'm guessing you want to join this little quest as well... Annabeth." He said, surprising Percy and Grover while Chiron looked like he was not surprised. Then just behind Chiron, Annabeth appeared in front of them taking her hat of her head.

"I have been waiting too long to go on a real quest and now that one has come along, I will not missing it. I will be coming along. Athena is no fan of Poseidon but if you're going to save the world, I'm going to be there to make sure you do it right." She said.

"I trust you have a plan, wise girl." Percy said, giving Annabeth a new nickname which made Annabeth blush slightly causing Damian and Grover to grin.

"Do you want my help or not?" She said, getting a little testy. The two bickered a little before it was decided that Annabeth would be joining them. When she asked Damian how he knew she was there, he just tapped his nose and told her even thought she could cause her body to vanish, she could not make her scent vanish.

"Excellent," Chiron said. "This afternoon, we can take you as far as the bus terminal in Manhattan. After that, you are on your own. No time to waste. I think you should all get packing."

Damian saluted while the others agreed and they all headed off to their respected cabins.

Damian went to his room and grabbed what he needed, which was mainly his guns, bow, quiver of arrows, and his sword, which he could easily summon in a flash of silver light, so he didn't have to worry about people eyeing him oddly for wandering around with a sword strapped to his back.

Damian exited his cabin and closed the door when he noticed Silena coming up to him.

"Hey Damian." Silena before she noticed his bow, quiver and he looked ready to go somewhere. "Where are you going?"

"Percy's got a quest and I'm going with him along with Annabeth and Grover." Damian said. "Chiron will probably tell everyone at dinner." He noticed a worried look cross Silena's face. "Hey, don't worry, 'Lena. We'll be okay."

"I-I know it's just... there has not been a quest for over two years from what I've heard and the last one did not end to so well." Silena said, although she was worried about the entire group as a whole, she had become pretty good friends with Damian and if she didn't know better she might have been gaining a bit of a crush for the son of Artemis. "Also 'Lena?"

Damian shrugged. "What, it's a good nickname?"

Silena giggled before she pulled him into a hug which he returned. "Be safe and look out for the others."

"I will." Damian nodded before pulling away, blushing. Silena was blushing as well. "I'll be back."

"You better." Silena said and the two shared one more smile before Damian walked away, Silena watching him go. Her eyes couldn't help but flick down to his ass for a second then back to his back.

'Stupid mom's genes.' Silena grumbled mentally.

Annabeth was bringing her magic Yankees cap, which she told them had been a twelfth-birthday present from her mom. She carried a book on famous classical architecture, written in Ancient Greek, to read when she got bored, and a long bronze knife, hidden in her shirt sleeve. Percy was sure the knife would get them busted the first time they went through a metal detector.

Grover wore his fake feet and his pants to pass as human. He wore a green rasta-style cap, because when it rained his curly hair flattened and you could just see the tips of his horns. His bright orange backpack was full of scrap metal and apples to snack on. In his pocket was a set of reed pipes his daddy goat had carved for him, even though he only knew two songs: Mozart's Piano Concerto no. 12 and Hilary Duff's "So Yesterday," both of which sounded like dying cats on reed pipes.

Percy, Annabeth and Grover waved good-bye to the other campers, took one last look at the strawberry fields, the ocean, and the Big House, then hiked up Half-Blood Hill to the tall pine tree that used to be Thalia, daughter of Zeus. Damian was already up there, leaning against its trunk while talking to it.

"So yeah, off to save the world." Damian shrugged. "Would've loved to have met you and have you come along from what Annabeth and Grover have told me of you. You'd be one badass girl that could kick my dad's ass. I'll watch over Annabeth and Grover, you have my word." He patted the tree trunk and walked up to the group.

"Were you talking to the tree?" Percy asked with a weird look.

"A tree that used to be a girl." Damian pointed out. "I got bored waiting and figured I'd talk to her."

"She'd definitely get on well with you." Annabeth said with a smile. "I can just imagine you two getting into trouble together."

"That hurts, Annie." Damian said with mock hurt.

"Don't call me that."

"Okay... Bethy."

"Oh gods." Annabeth facepalmed. "Thalia loved calling me nicknames just to mess with me too, and now you're doing it. Yeah, you and Thalia would've been great friends."

was waiting for them in his customary wheelchair; next to him stood the surfer dude both black haired children had seen while they were recovering in the sick room. According to Grover, the guy was the camp's head of security. He supposedly had eyes all over his body so he could never be surprised. Today, though, he was wearing a chauffeur's uniform, so they could only see extra peepers on his hands, face and neck.

"This is Argus," Chiron told the two children of the Big Three. "He will drive you into the city, and, er, well, keep an eye on things."

The group was about to leave when they heard footsteps behind them.

Luke came running up the hill, carrying a pair of basketball shoes.

"Hey!" He panted. "Glad I caught you."

Annabeth blushed, the way she always did when Luke was around. Damian snickered, getting an embarrassed glare from the child of wisdom, but the son of Artemis just smirked back with mirth dancing in those silver eyes of his.

"Just wanted to say good luck," Luke told them. "And I thought... um, maybe you could use these."

He handed Percy the sneakers, which looked pretty normal. They even smelled kind of normal to the boy, if him sniffing them and not reacting was any indication.

Noticing the skeptical the shoes were getting, Luke just smirked.

"Maia!"

White bird's wings sprouted out of the heels, startling Percy so much, he dropped them. The shoes flapped around on the ground until the wings folded up and disappeared.

"Awesome!" Grover exclaimed.

Luke smiled. "Those served me well when I was on my quest. A gift from Dad. Of course, I don't use them much these days..." His expression turned sad.

Percy looked shocked at the gift and seemed a tad embarrassed at getting it. "Hey, man, thanks." He meant it, Luke's expression told of how much he valued those shoes.

"Listen, Percy, Damian..." Luke looked distinctly uncomfortable with this, shuffling his foot nervously. "A lot of hopes are riding on you. So just...kill some monsters for me, okay?

Damian and Percy both gave him a nod as Luke said goodbye before he went back down the hill heading back towards the camp.

"Will I be able to use these?" Percy said making Annabeth roll her eyes, Damian shake his head and Grover to have a panicked look on his face.

"Percy." Damian said, getting Percy's attention. "Right now, the God of the Sky pretty much wants to turn you into a walking shish kabob and you want to fly into his domain. Do you see what the problem with that could be?"

Percy looked a little stumped before he realised what Damian meant. "Oh."

"Stupid seaweed brain." Annabeth muttered under her breath while Damian and Chiron were just happy they told Percy now before he actually did go flying into Zeus's domain and then never come out.

Percy thought for a second and looked the shoes over before he handed them over to Grover. "You use them Grover. Since I can't then maybe you can."

"Really?" The satyr as Percy handed them over. Grover looked over joy as he fitted the flying shoes on to his fake feet and then practise flying around for a minute.

"If only I had more time to train you, Percy." Chiron said from his wheel chair. "I wish I could have thought you more but for now stay together, trust each other and work as a team."

"That's okay. I just wish-"

Percy stopped himself because he was about to sound like a brat. He just wished his dad had given him a cool magic item to help on the quest, something as good as Luke's flying shoes, or Annabeth's invisible cap, or the sword, guns, bow and arrows that Damian had.

"What am I thinking?" Chiron cried before bending over to the side of the wheelchair to rummage through the sling bag that hung from one of the handles. "I can't let you leave without this."

He pulled pen out from...whatever was in that bag, and handed it to the boy. It was an ordinary disposable ballpoint, black ink, removable cap. Probably cost thirty cents.

"Gee," Percy said dryly. "Thanks."

"Percy, that's a gift from your father. I've kept it for years, not knowing you were who I was waiting for. But the prophecy is clear to me now. You are the one."

Damian and Percy remembered the field trip to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, when he'd vaporized Mrs. Dodds. Chiron had thrown Percy a pen that turned into a sword. Could this be...?

Percy took off the cap and half a second later, he held a shimmering bronze sword with a double-edged blade, a leather-wrapped grip, and a flat hilt riveted with gold studs.

"The sword has a long and tragic history that we need not go into," Chiron told him. "Its name is Anaklusmos."

"'Riptide,'" Percy translated, surprised the Ancient Greek came so easily.

"Use it only for emergencies," Chiron said, "and only against monsters. No hero should harm mortals, unless absolutely necessary of course, but this sword wouldn't harm them in any case."

Percy looked at the wickedly sharp blade. "What do you mean it wouldn't harm mortals? How could it not?"

"The sword is celestial bronze. Forged by the Cyclopes, tempered in the heart of Mount Etna, cooled in the River Lethe. Its deadly to monsters, to any creature from the Underworld, provided they don't kill you first. But the blade will pass through mortals like an illusion. They simply are not important enough for the blade to kill. And I should warn you: as a demigod, you can be killed by either celestial or normal weapons. You are twice as vulnerable."

"Good to know."

"Now recap the pen."

The green eyed boy touched the pen cap to the sword tip and instantly Riptide shrank to a ballpoint pen again. He tucked it in his pocket, looking a tad nervous, What if I lose it?

"You can't," Chiron said knowingly if that smile was anything to go by.

"Can't what?"

"Lose the pen," The trainer said. "It is enchanted. It will always reappear in your pocket. Try it."

Percy looked wary, but threw the pen as far as he could down the hill and watched it disappear in the grass.

"It may take a few moments," Chiron told him. "Now check your pocket."

Sure enough, the pen was there.

"Okay, that's extremely cool," Percy admitted with a smile. "But what if a mortal sees me pulling out a sword?"

Chiron smiled. "Mist is a powerful thing, Percy."

"Mist?"

"It's the veil that Hecate controls Percy," Damian said. "It keeps mortals from seeing gods and monsters. Since we're half-bloods, we see just fine after a few blinks, and I'd wager since the blade has 'celestial' in its name, mortals can't see it either?" He asked Chiron, who nodded with a pleased look in his eye.

Percy nodded in understanding too while putting Riptide back in his pocket.

With that all said and done, it was time to go. The chilling feeling of, yes, this was really happening, had settled in. They were heading west with no adult supervision, no backup plan, not even a cell phone. (Chiron said cell phones were traceable by monsters; if we used one, it would be worse than sending up a flare.) And all they had were their weapons that could fight off those from the land of the dead.

Did Damian care they were doing this with no adult supervision? Hell no! He's took on demons without the need for his dad's aid. He can handle going to the Greek Underworld and meet the God of the Underworld himself.

Annabeth gave Chiron a quick hug before she went down to the van following Argus who was in front. Percy and Grover followed after, but just before Damian could follow, Chiron grasped his arm.

"Damian, please protect them. I know I should not be asking you of this but with Percy not having been trained enough, Grover's confidence and my fear that Annabeth may get in too deep, I must ask you watch over them. You are the only one with real experience and I fear for them. I know they will do fine when the time comes but my nerves can't help but be worried." Chiron said worriedly.

Damian nodded with a smile. "You have my word. I'll bring them back and watch over them. A wolf always protects his pack after all."

Chiron nodded gratefully before Damian followed after them. Soon they were all in the van, which then headed off towards the city with Chiron watching on.

Argus drove them out of the countryside and into western Long Island. It felt weird to be on a highway again, Annabeth and Grover sitting next to him as if they were a normal carpool, while Damian was riding shotgun after winning a two out of three match of rock-paper-scissors. After two weeks at Half-Blood Hill, the real world seemed like a fantasy.

Percy was staring out the window while Damian was reading some magazine that had apparently been left in the van, and quiet seemed to set in, his feet propped up on the dashboard.

"So far so good," Percy told Annabeth, breaking the silence. "Ten miles and not a single monster."

She gave him an irritated look. "It's bad luck to talk that way, seaweed brain."

"I've jinxed myself with saying shit like that." Damian said, turning a page. "You would not believe the demons that pop out when you invoke Murphy's law."

"Remind me again, why do you hate me so much?" Percy asked Annabeth with a small sigh.

"I don't hate you."

"Could've fooled me."

She folded her cap of invisibility. "Look... we're just not supposed to get along, okay? Our parents are rivals."

"So, that does not mean we have to be the same" Percy argued back.

"It does not matter" she said sighing. "How many reasons do you want? One time my mom caught Poseidon with his girlfriend in Athena's temple, which is hugely disrespectful."

Damian watched them before he looked at Grover and whispered. "There's going to be a lot of this, isn't there?" Grover nodded.

In the front seat Argus was smiling to himself before he gave a wink to Percy with one of his eyes. Damian figured he was listening to the conversation which he could not really blame him. Percy and Annabeth arguing was like reality television.

Better than half the crap that's on TV these days.

Traffic slowed them down in Queens. By the time they got into Manhattan it was sunset and starting to rain.

Argus dropped them at the Greyhound Station on the Upper East Side, not far from Percy's mom and Gabe's apartment. Taped to a mailbox was a soggy flyer with his picture on it: HAVE YOU SEEN THIS BOY?

Percy ripped it down before the others could notice and read it as fast as he could before he threw it away with an angry look on his face.

Argus unloaded their bags, and made sure they got their bus tickets, then drove away, the eye on the back of his hand opening to watch us as he pulled out of the parking lot.

Percy had this look of longing on his face as Grover chatted with him about something. Damian wasn't really listening as he was talking to Annabeth.

"Really, play nice with water boy, Bethy." He told the blonde.

Annabeth sighed, "I know, I know, geez." She huffed at the new name that Damian had come up with, "It's just, I don't know, it's this thing in my gut I guess." She admitted to him.

"You can't blame him for things his dad did." Damian said. "I don't see how the issues between Poseidon and Athena should concern the children. That's between them, not the children. Look at me, I'm Artemis' son and I hang out with a daughter of Aphrodite when my mom and hers don't get along, you don't see me doing the same with Silena. We ain't our parents Annabeth; leave their squabbles with them, none of our business I say."

"Nice policy."

"Thank you."

The rain kept coming down.

They got restless waiting for the bus and decided to play some Hacky Sack with one of Grover's apples. Annabeth was unbelievable. She could bounce the apple off her knee, her elbow, her shoulder, whatever. Percy wasn't too bad himself. Now, Damian, well, he never really played before and was struggling a bit, but the moon child still got a few good shots in.

The game ended when Percy tossed the apple toward Grover and it got too close to his mouth. In one huge bite, their Hacky Sack disappeared into the belly of the furry footed boy.

Grover blushed. He tried to apologize, but the demigods were too busy cracking up.

Finally the bus came. As they stood in line to board, Grover started looking around, sniffing the air like a bloodhound. Damian sniffed around too and understood what he meant. It was small but there was a small smell of decay in the air.

Needing to get in to the bus since they were holding it up, they eventually went in and took their seats with Percy sitting beside Grover while Damian sat with Annabeth in the seats in front.

They sat their patiently as the last of the passengers began to get on the bus. Just as the bus doors were about to shut, a woman put her hand in the doorway stopping it from closing and Damian saw three old ladies get on the bus.

The moment he saw the first woman's face, he inwardly cursed and grabbed Annabeth's right hand, surprising her and getting her attention.

"What is it? She asked curiously as Damian used his eyes to point in the three women's direction. Annabeth caught on to what he was doing and looked over and saw the three women. She then felt Damian writing letters on her hand and her eyes went wide when she put the letters together and realised he had written the word 'Furies.'

There at the front of the bus was none other than Mrs Dodds.

"Damn." Annabeth muttered under her breath and got Percy and Grover's attention. When she tilted her head and Percy and Grover saw Mrs Dodds and paled slightly.

"So much for not running into trouble too soon." Damian said with the others agreeing with him.

Damian looked over Mrs Dodds and saw she looked older then she had looked back at the museum. She wore a crumpled velvet dress, lace gloves, and a shapeless orange-knit hat that shadowed her face, and she carried a big paisley purse. The other two old ladies came up from behind her. One was in a green hat while the other was wearing a purple hat. Otherwise they looked exactly like Mrs. Dodd's—same gnarled hands, paisley handbags, wrinkled velvet dresses.

Damian had to admit the three old ladies looked like three demon grandmothers that looked ready to eat all the little children like in a bad fairy tale.

The three old ladies saw they were watching and Mrs Dodd's had an evil look appear on her face as she stared directly at Percy. They then sat down at the front of the bus behind the driver with their legs spread out over the walkway as if telling them that they were not leaving this bus alive.

"All three of them," Grover whimpered. "Di immortals, what are we going to do?"

"It's okay," Annabeth said, obviously thinking hard. "They are Furies. The three worst monsters from the Underworld. It's no problem. No problem. We'll just slip out the windows while they are not looking"

"That easier said than done." Damian said when he noticed that the three kindly ones gazes were directly on them. "They are not going to take their eyes off us."

"A back exit?" Percy asked but Grover shook his head telling him that it does not open.

The four were about to move until they went under the Lincoln tunnel and the rain that started five minutes ago stopped and everything went silent.

It was then that Mrs. Dodds got up. In a flat voice, as if she'd rehearsed it, she announced to the whole bus: "I need to use the rest-room."

"So do I," said the second sister.

"So do I," said the third sister.

They all started coming down the aisle.

"Damn it." Annabeth said before she yanked her hat out of her pocket and gave it to Percy who caught it and looked a little confused. "Percy, put it on." She said.

Damian quickly caught on to what she was planning and knew it was for the best.

"You're the one they want. Turn invisible and go up the aisle. Let them pass you. Maybe you can get to the front and get away."

"What but I can't"-

"Percy." Damian said. "Annabeth is right. You're the one they want and they won't stop until they get to you. This is your quest and we have to make sure you survive this and get the bolt back."

"You're a son of one of the Big Three. Your smell might be overpowering" Grover said now piping up.

"But"-

"No buts." Damian said as he took the hat from his hands and put it on Percy head. The moment it did Percy's form vanished.

Annabeth whispered into his ear, at least she thought it was his ear before Damian could hear shuffling and small footsteps which had to have been Percy since no one was getting up.

It was then that the Furies got up from their seats and made their way over to them. When they did their forms began to change until they all looked just like Mrs Dodds in back in the museum with black coal like eyes, sharp teeth and leathery like wings. Damian couldn't believe that they could get any uglier but he guessed he was wrong.

What worried Damian though was that their handbags were now whips made of fire.

Annabeth now had her dagger ready and Grover armed himself with tin cans while Damian reached underneath the back of his coat for his guns.

However, just as the three Furies were about to lunge at the three, the bus suddenly swerved causing the three furies to smack into the side of the bus. But it also caused everyone to fall out of their seats from the surprise.

The bus was kept making hard lefts and rights which were throwing everyone all over the bus. Damian had managed to get back in his seat and grabbed Annabeth and Grover and held them tightly to him to keep them from being thrown across the bus. Annabeth had her eyes closed, not liking the surprised experience and had her head on Damian's shoulder. Damian could see the driver was struggling with the wheel and it looked like he was fighting someone for control.

Then Damian knew what happened and sighed. "Dammit Percy." He whispered.

Then, as quick as it started, the bus came to a screeching halt that made the bus do a 180 spin before stopping. Everyone including the driver piled out before it was just their group and the Furies left.

The Furies regained their balance before snarling at them with their whips twirling around in their hands.

"Hey!" Percy yelled taking the cap off, getting a groan from his companions as the Furies noticed them.

"That's it." Damian stood and whipped out Dawn and Dusk. "Hey bitches!"

The Furies turned-

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The furies screamed as they were hit with the bullets and knocked back into the seats.

"Move! off now!" Damian said to the others who obeyed without question and they jumped off, Damian jumping off last. Outside the bus, they found the other passengers wandering around in a daze, arguing with the driver, or running around in circles yelling, "We're going to die!"

A Hawaiian-shirted tourist with a camera snapped Percy's photograph before he could recap the sword or Andi could change hers.

"Our bags!" Grover realized. "We left our-"

BOOOOOM!

The windows of the bus exploded as the passengers ran for cover. Lightning shredded a huge crater in the roof, and where the Fury last stood there was now nothing but a pile of gold dust.

"Thanks for that, grandpa!" Damian shouted to the sky.

"Run!" Annabeth said. "The cops will be here any minute, we can't let them hold us! We have to get out of here!"

The others took Annabeth's words to heart and immediately ran into the woods...

And that's it for this chapter everyone. I hope you all enjoyed it. We're now officially on the quest for the lightning bolt. You know, I'm briefly considering making Damian the Champion of a couple of gods.