Apparently, Chiron had already talked to Tyson. And Tyson has spent the past three hours balling his eyes out in our grandfather's kingdom. It took a bit of persuasion, but we managed to convince our Uncle to come and help us out. By we, I mean Jonathan. Of course, Tyson wanted to help, but it still took some work to convince him that he actually could help.
We knew exactly when he arrived; we could hear him all the way across Camp.
"FAMILY!" He yelled, somehow managing to dogpile every single one of us into a giant bear hug.
"Hey Uncle Ty, think you could help us out? We kinda have a situation..." I spoke. Tyson turned to me, smiling all the way.
"Of course I help! What is problem?" he asked, his head tilting slightly to the side. I still didn't understand how the big guy could smile. He was a mess every time Dad left to go on a quest, let alone got kidnapped. Is it bad that I can actually say that my father's been kidnapped multiple times in his life? Mostly by gods?
"It's about the current, situation," Kat slowly worded. Tyson's smile dropped and his bottom lip began to quiver. "It's ok, we're getting them back. And we need your help," she continued. I nodded along, although I had no actual input for the conversation.
"If you're ok with it," Jonathan started, "we'd like you to look at Percy's cabin, the place that Annabeth got taken."
I didn't want to go back to that cabin but Jonathan was right. We had no leads besides the cabin and whatever was in it. All the seven were gone or dead and we didn't know anything. Tyson nodded slowly and wiped away his tears. Casey took my hand before leading us to the cabin. Neither of us wanted to go back there. We weren't sure whose blood was on the floor but the only plausible explanation was that it belonged to my mother. I knew it wasn't a lot of blood, but it still meant that she'd been hurt. And if she'd gotten hurt while she was taken, there was a good chance the rest of my family was too. And with how powerful my dad was, it was unlikely he went down easy. I felt a sob climbing its way up my throat. There was still so many more problems, even if Tyson did find something. I hoped Chiron had already told my grandmother because I couldn't bare the thought of talking to her without crying. And what about Aunt Thalia? And all the others? Who had told them, and were they ok? The whole situation was a mess. I'm sure when Rachel found out, she'd be tearing through Camp's borders with her blue plastic hairbrush.
My family had a lot of enemies, but who could have gotten through both Camp's defenses and taken the most powerful demigods in history? Obviously, it was somebody who had a grudge on all of the Seven. That was still a big list. Through their quest to the doors of death, they pissed off a lot of people. Heck, even Hercules probably had a vendetta against us.
"Oh no, oh no this is not good at all," Tyson said. His breaths became long and shaky and he began to cry again. Well, that's a great sign! I hope you caught my sarcasm there.
"What?" Casey urged, growing impatient. I thought it was a little impolite for her to be so pushy while Tyson was obviously upset, but I was too curious myself to say anything.
"It Tartarus!" Tyson yelled. My heart stopped.
"Like, the actual Tartarus?!" Oh, gods please say that's not true. I'd heard enough stories to properally horrify me.
Tyson shook his head wildly and I silently thanked every god I could name.
"No, no no no. There were other things down there, things that didn't get out when brother and Annabeth and the others closed the doors,"
Hold up a minute here. How was that possible? Like Tyson said, those monsters were still all stuck in Tartarus. So how would they be able to kidnap our parents? I've heard of powerful entities (like Gaea, for example) splitting their entities so part of their power could be in one place while they were actually somewhere else, but never to this extent. And nothing in Tartarus besides Tartarus itself was powerful enough to do this while having their power split. That could basically only mean one thing. Tartarus has got a leak. Not to the extent of the doors hopefully, but there's a crack somewhere and something big got out. And that something was out for revenge.
Casey held onto the trembling hand of Adora, who was just beginning to understand what was going on. Max looked terrified and was clinging to Kat, who had her arm comfortingly on Jonathan's shoulder.
"Will we get Percy and Annabeth back?" Tyson asked. His bottom lip began to quiver.
"Of course, we will," I said, although personally I was really just trying to convince myself. Chiron chose that moment to interrupt.
"Once we speak to an oracle and if she releases a prophecy for the quest, then we can issue a quest. I would think it wise to disclude you all from his quest, as we have already lost enough. You will be safest here at Camp."
I glanced back at the seven kids behind me. I could already tell that this was going to be a problem. There was no way we wouldn't be going after them.
