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I DO NOT own this series. That goes to the wonderful Rick Riordan and Hyperion Books. I am just borrowing the story and characters. I will say that the story lines will be written down because it makes it much easier to follow along and know the current placement, especially if it has been a while since reading the book. Also, this is not beta'd so there will most likely be a few mistakes, feel free to let me know. Enjoy!

Oh, this is also only my second story ever so please be gentle. I've been really enjoying getting to share how I would imagine characters would react to their tales and I hope to continue to do so.

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I have finally updated! I'm so sorry that this has taken this long for me to get out. I've had this pretty much ready to go for a few days now, but kept forgetting since I had so many assignments popping up. Ugh! Anyway, here's the chapter. Enjoy!

I Am Offered A Quest

"Wow that's quick huh?" Hephaestus comments once he notices the title.

The comment brings out looks of confusion to which the blacksmith is quick to read out the title. He didn't want to deal with the unnecessary explanations.

Once read sounds of understanding rang out while the campers all seemed to just nod at the memories.

The next morning, Chiron moved me to cabin three.

I didn't have to share with anybody. I had plenty of room for all my stuff: the Minotaur's horn, one set of spare clothes, and a toiletry bag. I got to sit at my own dinner table, pick all my own activities, call "lights out" whenever I felt like it, and not listen to anybody else.

"Sounds awesome." Connor grinned.

"Definitely." His brother added.

And I was absolutely miserable.

"Why? It's like every kids dream cabin experience?!" Travis moaned.

"Yeah, no definitely not great." Percy mused.

Just when I'd started to feel accepted, to feel I had a home in cabin eleven and I might be a normal kid—or as normal as you can be when you're a half-blood—I'd been separated out as if I had some rare disease.

"Oh."

Nobody mentioned the hellhound, but I got the feeling they were all talking about it behind my back. The attack had scared everybody. It sent two messages: one, that I was the son of the Sea God; and two, monsters would stop at nothing to kill me. They could even invade a camp that had always been considered safe.

"Yeah, the rumors surrounding that incident were not off to the greatest start for Percy." Chris grimaced.

"My cabin had some unsavory ones, that's for sure." Clarisse added, "Prissy getting a quest definitely didn't help things."

The other campers steered clear of me as much as possible. Cabin eleven was too nervous to have sword class with me after what I'd done to the Ares folks in the woods, so my lessons with Luke became one-on-one. He pushed me harder than ever, and wasn't afraid to bruise me up in the process.

"I do wonder why he got so much tougher." Percy wondered, "It just didn't make sense."

"What are you talking about?" Annabeth muttered.

Percy took a look around and thankfully none of the gods were paying the couple any attention.

"Think about it, if he wanted to get me on Kronos' side, wouldn't he have tried to get closer to me? I mean I understand making sure I can fight of course, but from the get-go? It makes no sense." He whispered in her ear.

"Hmm, food for thought I guess." She replied focusing back onto the story.

"You're going to need all the training you can get," he promised, as we were working with swords and flaming torches. "Now let's try that viper- beheading strike again. Fifty more repetitions."

Annabeth still taught me Greek in the mornings, but she seemed distracted. Every time I said something, she scowled at me, as if I'd just poked her between the eyes.

"Ah yes, the great Annabeth scowl!" Thalia joked, "That was the cutest when you were little!"

"Thals, don't say that!" Annabeth whined covering her blushing face.

"But you thought it made you look all intimidating! More like an angry puppy, Annie." The daughter of Zeus said smiling wide causing snickers and giggles to be heard no matter how hard people tried to muffle it.

Percy was quick to pull his girlfriend to him preventing her from charging Thalia.

"You're a cute puppy, Wise Girl." the Son of Poseidon mumbled kissing her softly, much to the displeasure of her mother. That unsurprisingly got the girl to quiet down, but she was quick to smile at him.

"Better a puppy than a guinea pig." Annabeth smirked, causing Percy to start grumbling at the reminder of the humiliating event.

"Guinea pig?" Clarisse beamed, "That's interesting, I vaguely remember somewhere having a large number of-"

"LET'S KEEP READING!" Percy jumped in stopping the War daughter.

Hephaestus happily continued reading.

After lessons, she would walk away muttering to herself: "Quest… Poseidon?…Dirty rotten…Got to make a plan…"

Even Clarisse kept her distance, though her venomous looks made it clear she wanted to kill me for breaking her magic spear. I wished she would just yell or punch me or something. I'd rather get into fights every day than be ignored.

"Really, Prissy?"

"It was some type of interaction…" Percy shrugged. "Everyone was ignoring or avoiding me unless they were made to. The only one who freely hung out was Grover, but he was busy with the counsel and Chiron was teaching like all the time."

At that the campers had cringed in remembrance. It was true, once claimed they had taken to avoiding the son of the Sea for some reason or another, all of which were dumb reasons anyways.

I knew somebody at camp resented me, because one night I came into my cabin and found a mortal newspaper dropped inside the doorway, a copy of the New York Daily News, opened to the Metro page. The article took me almost an hour to read, because the angrier I got, the more the words floated around on the page.

BOY AND MOTHER STILL MISSING AFTER FREAK CAR ACCIDENT

BY EILEEN SMYTHE

"Hey do you think-" Annabeth started.

"Probably." Percy answered confusing everybody at the sudden chat, but the couple was clearly not going to share.

Sally Jackson and son Percy are still missing one week after their mysterious disappearance. The family's badly burned '78 Camaro was discovered last Saturday on a north Long Island road with the roof ripped off and the front axle broken. The car had flipped and skidded for several hundred feet before exploding.

Mother and son had gone for a weekend vacation to Montauk, but left hastily, under mysterious circumstances. Small traces of blood were found in the car and near the scene of the wreck, but there were no other signs of the missing Jacksons. Residents in the rural area reported seeing nothing unusual around the time of the accident.

Ms. Jackson's husband, Gabe Ugliano, claims that his stepson, Percy Jackson, is a troubled child who has been kicked out of numerous boarding schools and has expressed violent tendencies in the past.

Police would not say whether son Percy is a suspect in his mother's disappearance, but they have not ruled out foul play. Below are recent pictures of Sally Jackson and Percy. Police urge anyone with information to call the following toll-free crimestoppers hotline.

The article was causing many looks of pity, anger, and curiosity. Sally was fuming, Gabe really had been a piece of work. She was going to savor being able to rid herself of him again.

The phone number was circled in black marker.

I wadded up the paper and threw it away, then flopped down in my bunk bed in the middle of my empty cabin.

"Lights out," I told myself miserably.

"God that must have sucked." Connor grimaced.

"It got better when Tyson was with me. Although he has the habit of falling asleep in the middle of a conversation." Percy smiled.

"Wait, you've met Tyson?" Poseidon asked surprised. He had been thinking about getting him close to Percy for a while.

"Yeah!" Percy beamed.

"Tyson's a sweetheart." Annabeth added.

"His designs are amazing!" Travis yells.

"If only he would join our pranks." Connor mused.

"Hey! No corrupting my baby brother!" Percy threw a pillow at the brothers.

Poseidon was basking in the compliments of his youngest. He had been worrying about the young cyclops, it seems he was worrying for nothing.

"Yeah, it was a bit of a rough start, but Tyson became a favorite at camp pretty quickly." Annabeth told the Sea God.

"He's a great kid." Sally adds.

"He's been doing some really awesome stuff in the forges as well!" Percy told his father, "Tyson's even a general now!"

At that the Earthshaker paused. 'A general? At such a young age?'

Seeing the stunned look, the Blacksmith continued.

That night, I had my worst dream yet. I was running along the beach in a storm. This time, there was a city behind me. Not New York. The sprawl was different: buildings spread farther apart, palm trees and low hills in the distance.

About a hundred yards down the surf, two men were fighting. They looked like TV wrestlers, muscular, with beards and long hair. Both wore flowing Greek tunics, one trimmed in blue, the other in green. They grappled with each other, wrestled, kicked and head-butted, and every time they connected, lightning flashed, the sky grew darker, and the wind rose.

I had to stop them. I didn't know why. But the harder I ran, the more the wind blew me back, until I was running in place, my heels digging uselessly in the sand.

Over the roar of the storm, I could hear the blue-robed one yelling at the green-robed one, Give it back! Give it back! Like a kindergartner fighting over a toy.

"Not a bad comparison really." Hades murmured causing his youngest brother to glare at him.

The waves got bigger, crashing into the beach, spraying me with salt.

I yelled, Stop it! Stop fighting!

The ground shook. Laughter came from somewhere under the earth, and a voice so deep and evil it turned my blood to ice.

Come down, little hero, the voice crooned. Come down!

"You could hear him that early?" Grover asked worried.

"Mhmm, not fun to think about."

"Who are you talking about, satyr?" Athena snarked.

"No, please tell me it's not nephew." Hades blanched, catching onto the nuances.

Percy looked to the Lord of the Underworld grimacing, "I'm afraid I can't do that."

"Well, who is it?" the Wisdom Goddess interjects, growing irritated.

"Father."

"NO! NO! IT'S NOT HIM!" Zeus boomed.

"It has to be! Don't stick your head in the sand brother dear." Poseidon was quick to support Hades.

"No, this must be some kind of plot of yours!" the Thunder God screams pointing to his elder brother.

"Um, I can confirm Hades is not at fault for anything in this quest." Percy shyly intrudes.

"Yeah, we did think it was him for the longest time during this quest, but that's really only because he was the lesser of two evils to choose from." Annabeth includes with Grover hastily nodding in agreement.

"No, I will not believe the words of a couple of demigods. There is no way this is Father!"

"Brother," Hestia softly starts causing everyone to pause and tense, "do remember that the Fates brought these children here for a reason. If or if it is not Father shouldn't matter. Either way you should be taking them seriously. These children have obviously seen harsh battles and lost many. The Fates must be wanting a better outcome than what has occurred. Even if you don't want to believe it is Father you should at least listen to the stories so we can do better."

As Hestia carefully lectured the group had gradually relaxed.

Once she finished Zeus nodded agreeing, "Fine, we will continue, but I still refuse to believe it is Father, he's trapped and shall remain so."

"Hmph, fine." Surprisingly it was Thalia who harshly agreed, startling her father, motioning Hephaestus to start again.

The sand split beneath me, opening up a crevice straight down to the center of the earth. My feet slipped, and darkness swallowed me.

I woke up, sure I was falling.

I was still in bed in cabin three. My body told me it was morning, but it was dark outside, and thunder rolled across the hills. A storm was brewing. I hadn't dreamed that.

I heard a clopping sound at the door, a hoof knocking on the threshold.

"Come in?"

Grover trotted inside, looking worried. "Mr. D wants to see you."

"Why?"

"He wants to kill…I mean, I'd better let him tell you."

"Dionysus…"

"Oh, I would never kill the boy without reason." The Wine God carelessly waved off.

Nervously, I got dressed and followed, sure that I was in huge trouble.

"Man, you really always expect the worst huh?" Chris asked.

Percy shrugged, "Can't help it."

For days, I'd been half expecting a summons to the Big House. Now that I was declared a son of Poseidon, one of the Big Three gods who weren't supposed to have kids, I figured it was a crime for me just to be alive. The other gods had probably been debating the best way to punish me for existing, and now Mr. D was ready to deliver their verdict.

"Okay, that's a fair reason to fear the worst." Rachel agreed.

"Eh, not the worst thing, looking back."

"That's not a comfort son."

Over Long Island Sound, the sky looked like ink soup coming to a boil. A hazy curtain of rain was coming in our direction. I asked Grover if we needed an umbrella.

"No," he said. "It never rains here unless we want it to."

I pointed at the storm. "What the heck is that, then?"

"Wait, I thought it shouldn't affect the camp?" Sally questioned.

"It normally doesn't, but there's exceptions." Chiron explained, using a hidden motion indicating Zeus for an answer.

He glanced uneasily at the sky. "It'll pass around us. Bad weather always does."

I realized he was right. In the week I'd been here, it had never even been overcast. The few rain clouds I'd seen had skirted right around the edges of the valley.

But this storm…this one was huge.

"Oh, I remember that!" Travis exclaimed. "That came out of nowhere."

"Totally."

At the volleyball pit, the kids from Apollo's cabin were playing a morning game against the satyrs. Dionysus's twins were walking around in the strawberry fields, making the plants grow. Everybody was going about their normal business, but they looked tense. They kept their eyes on the storm.

Grover and I walked up to the front porch of the Big House. Dionysus sat at the pinochle table in his tiger-striped Hawaiian shirt with his Diet Coke, just as he had on my first day. Chiron sat across the table in his fake wheelchair. They were playing against invisible opponents—two sets of cards hovering in the air.

"Well, well," Mr. D said without looking up. "Our little celebrity."

"Should we start calling you Harry Potter?" Rachel joked.

"Gods, we totally should!" Annabeth cheered leading the rest of the campers to laugh in agreement.

Meanwhile the gods were completely at a loss to the reference.

I waited.

"Come closer," Mr. D said. "And don't expect me to kowtow to you, mortal, just because old Barnacle-Beard is your father."

"Barnacle-Beard?!" Poseidon spits causing the Wine God to shutter.

Some of the other gods do as well, they knew how the Sea God could be when angered. It certainly wasn't pleasant.

"I apologize Uncle, being withheld has loosened my tongue." Dionysus stammered out.

"Hmph." Poseidon grunted; he'd let it go for now.

A net of lightning flashed across the clouds. Thunder shook the windows of the house.

"Blah, blah, blah," Dionysus said.

Chiron feigned interest in his pinochle cards. Grover cowered by the railing, his hooves clopping back and forth.

"If I had my way," Dionysus said, "I would cause your molecules to erupt in flames. We'd sweep up the ashes and be done with a lot of trouble. But Chiron seems to feel this would be against my mission at this cursed camp: to keep you little brats safe from harm."

"That I will not accept, dear nephew. Any threat to my son I see as mine!" Poseidon yelled as the ground quaked.

"Dad," Percy started laying a hand on his father's arm, "Mr. D would never actually go through with it. Trust me. He's helped us plenty over the years."

Dionysus turned wide eyes to the demigod. Was this boy really standing up to his own father, for him? Maybe he should start taking more care to watch the children, or at least these ones.

The Earthshaker looked to his son in disbelief, but upon the look on Percy's face he settled back some. He did however cross his arms and scowl, which quite honestly scared the campers because it was exactly like when Percy became enraged.

Thankfully, Hephaestus pulled attention away from the three and continued reading.

"Spontaneous combustion is a form of harm, Mr. D," Chiron put in.

"Nonsense," Dionysus said. "Boy wouldn't feel a thing

"You know, he's technically right." Annabeth mused.

"Shhh…" Percy whispered to her.

Nevertheless, I've agreed to restrain myself. I'm thinking of turning you into a dolphin instead, sending you back to your father."

"It'd be cool to be a dolphin for a day. Just get to play a bunch, probably get a bunch of gossip from all around." Percy grinned.

"Yeah, we could call you fish boy." Nico joked.

"Hey, dolphins are mammals Deathbreath!"

"Mr. D—" Chiron warned.

"Oh, all right," Dionysus relented. "There's one more option. But it's deadly foolishness." Dionysus rose, and the invisible players' cards dropped to the table. "I'm off to Olympus for the emergency meeting. If the boy is still here when I get back, I'll turn him into an Atlantic bottlenose. Do you understand? And Perseus Jackson, if you're at all smart, you'll see that's a much more sensible choice than what Chiron feels you must do."

Dionysus picked up a playing card, twisted it, and it became a plastic rectangle. A credit card? No. A security pass.

"You are scary observant man." Travis groaned.

"But of course, how else would I ruin your pranks."

"Hey! No fair!"

He snapped his fingers.

The air seemed to fold and bend around him. He became a hologram, then a wind, then he was gone, leaving only the smell of fresh-pressed grapes lingering behind.

"Actually, was quite a pleasant smell. Nicer than some others I was unfortunate to smell."

"I will take that as a compliment Pedro."

"It was meant as one sir."

Chiron smiled at me, but he looked tired and strained. "Sit, Percy, please. And Grover."

We did.

Chiron laid his cards on the table, a winning hand he hadn't gotten to use.

"Tell me, Percy," he said. "What did you make of the hellhound?"

Just hearing the name made me shudder.

As did his parents who were struggling to not snag him once again into their arms.

Chiron probably wanted me to say, Heck, it was nothing. I eat hellhounds for breakfast. But I didn't feel like lying.

"It scared me," I said. "If you hadn't shot it, I'd be dead."

"You'll meet worse, Percy. Far worse, before you're done."

"Done…with what?"

"What?!" Sally screamed, "Not even a slight bit of segue! Just straight into the problem!"

Chiron was choosing the smarter option and was staying silent while Percy's mother tried to contain her anger. He unfortunately knew he would most likely be at the tail-end of her wrath until the quest story actually began.

"Your quest, of course. Will you accept it?"

I glanced at Grover, who was crossing his fingers.

"Um, sir," I said, "you haven't told me what it is yet."

Chiron grimaced. "Well, that's the hard part, the details."

"Right, the details were the only hard part…" Grover deadpanned.

"Well, based on our following ones it was the easiest." Percy said causing Grover to glare at him; that wasn't helpful to hear or remember.

Thunder rumbled across the valley. The storm clouds had now reached the edge of the beach. As far as I could see, the sky and the sea were boiling together.

"Poseidon and Zeus," I said. "They're fighting over something valuable…something that was stolen, aren't they?"

"Good job at making connections, Perseus." Hestia smiled.

"Thank you, Auntie." The Sea son grinned.

"Percy is very good at doing that. He tends to figure out plots with obscure facts almost to the perfection." Annabeth groaned, it was impressive of her boyfriend and she was a tad bit jealous of the fact.

"Interesting…"

Chiron and Grover exchanged looks.

Chiron sat forward in his wheelchair. "How did you know that?"

My face felt hot. I wished I hadn't opened my big mouth. "The weather since Christmas has been weird, like the sea and the sky are fighting. Then I talked to Annabeth, and she'd overheard something about a theft. And…I've also been having these dreams."

"Great reasoning."

"The boy sees too easily, it's concerning." Zeus said but was quickly stopped before he could continue his diatribe.

"Hush, brother. The fast we get through this, the faster we learn." Hestia chided.

"I knew it," Grover said.

"Hush, satyr," Chiron ordered.

"But it is his quest!" Grover's eyes were bright with excitement. "It must be!"

"Only the Oracle can determine." Chiron stroked his bristly beard. "Nevertheless, Percy, you are correct. Your father and Zeus are having their worst quarrel in centuries.

They are fighting over something valuable that was stolen.

To be precise: a lightning bolt."

"No!" Zeus bellowed, "There is no possible way my bolt was stolen!"

"Brother, seize your whining and listen! Clearly it can happen if there is an entire quest that surrounds it!" Hades snapped, he was growing more and more agitated with his younger brother's consistent avoidance and denying habits.

"I will not! My bolt was-"

"It obviously was husband. Now would you please quiet down so we can finish and rid ourselves of these demigods faster!?" Surprisingly, it was Hera who snapped at her husband. However, the clear distaste in her voice about the children was not.

Seeing his wife's anger Zeus made the smart decision and stopped speaking but clutched his precious bolt to his chest.

Hephaestus watched his parents emotionlessly; it was hard to feel much for them when he rarely interacted with the pair. Especially his mother, but after millennia he just didn't care. He would read and listen to this story for the sake of his children's future, not the rest of the gods.

He looked back down and restarted.

I laughed nervously. "A what?"

"Do not take this lightly," Chiron warned. "I'm not talking about some tinfoil-covered zigzag you'd see in a second-grade play. I'm talking about a two-foot-long cylinder of high-grade celestial bronze, capped on both ends with god-level explosives."

"Oh."

"That's all you could say! Oh?" Nico asked.

"I was getting an overload of information again, especially after having the knowledge I would be on a quest getting dumped on me." Percy shrugged.

"Fair enough."

"Zeus's master bolt," Chiron said, getting worked up now. "The symbol of his power, from which all other lightning bolts are patterned. The first weapon made by the Cyclopes for the war against the Titans, the bolt that sheered the top off Mount Etna and hurled Kronos from his throne; the master bolt, which packs enough power to make mortal hydrogen bombs look like firecrackers."

"And it's missing?"

A high-pitched whine could be heard from the Lightning God as he tightened his grasp on his weapon.

Funnily enough, that managed to lessen the tension of the room with how unusual a sight it was.

"Stolen," Chiron said.

"By who?"

"By whom," Chiron corrected. Once a teacher, always a teacher. "By you."

"That makes no sense." Nico deadpans.

"Nope, I had the unfortunate luck of being the demigod focused on at just the right time frame."

My mouth fell open.

"At least"—Chiron held up a hand—"that's what Zeus thinks. During the winter solstice, at the last council of the gods, Zeus and Poseidon had an argument. The usual nonsense: 'Mother Rhea always liked you best,' 'Air disasters are more spectacular than sea disasters,' et cetera. Afterward, Zeus realized his master bolt was missing, taken from the throne room under his very nose. He immediately blamed Poseidon. Now, a god cannot usurp another god's symbol of power directly—that is forbidden by the most ancient of divine laws. But Zeus believes your father convinced a human hero to take it."

"And we continue the overload." Sally groaned; no wonder Percy rarely told her about these quests. He himself rarely was granted the full story.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I just floundered until about half-way through." Percy agreed, Grover and Annabeth nodding as well.

"But I didn't—"

"Patience and listen, child," Chiron said. "Zeus has good reason to be suspicious. The forges of the Cyclopes are under the ocean, which gives Poseidon some influence over the makers of his brother's lightning. Zeus believes Poseidon has taken the master bolt, and is now secretly having the Cyclopes build an arsenal of illegal copies, which might be used to topple Zeus from his throne. The only thing Zeus wasn't sure about was which hero Poseidon used to steal the bolt. Now Poseidon has openly claimed you as his son. You were in New York over the winter holidays. You could easily have snuck into Olympus. Zeus believes he has found his thief."

"Oh yes, because he was the ever so convenient only option." Rachel snarked.

"Honestly, I'm over it. This was one of the lesser things I've been blamed for." Percy waved her off.

Once again, he was increasing his parents' worry about the upcoming quests.

Hephaestus had taken a look down to continue reading and winced at the next line. This was going to be worrisome.

"But I've never even been to Olympus! Zeus is crazy!"

Thunder boomed and the room flashed bright from the light of bolts striking around them.

"Really brother? So dramatic." Poseidon admonished.

"Um, Dad? You sometimes are too…" Percy mumbled.

The Sea God was unlucky in that Percy had not managed to speak as softly as he meant to. So everyone heard, causing laughter to ring out among the rest of the group.

"You have to admit he's right, brother." That was Hades who was sniggering.

"It runs in the family." Hestia sniffs, everyone knew this family was dramatic to a fault. Well, everyone other than her.

At the Hearth Goddess' comment the room erupted with laugher from the children, Sally, and a few of the gods. Apollo and Hermes were hunched over clutching their stomachs.

It seemed like ages until they managed to calm down allowing Hephaestus to read.

Chiron and Grover glanced nervously at the sky. The clouds didn't seem to be parting around us, as Grover had promised. They were rolling straight over our valley, sealing us in like a coffin lid.

"Er, Percy…?" Grover said. "We don't use the c-word to describe the Lord of the Sky."

"Perhaps paranoid," Chiron suggested. "Then again, Poseidon has tried to unseat Zeus before. I believe that was question thirty-eight on your final exam.…" He looked at me as if he actually expected me to remember question thirty-eight.

"Bet you he doesn't." Travis wagers.

"He might surprise you Trav, Percy likes to hide his intelligence." Grover says.

"Much to my dismay." Annabeth groans nudging her boyfriend.

"Hey, it's perfect for throwing others off." Percy defends.

"But you don't have to hide it so often!"

"Hey, you're the wise one in this team. I'm letting you have the lead on that!"

"Hmph, I guess that makes sense." Annabeth relents, "You're lucky you're cute." She adds as she kisses his cheek.

How could anyone accuse me of stealing a god's weapon? I couldn't even steal a slice of pizza from Gabe's poker party without getting busted. Chiron was waiting for an answer.

"Something about a golden net?" I guessed. "Poseidon and Hera and a few other gods…they, like, trapped Zeus and wouldn't let him out until he promised to be a better ruler, right?"

"Aye! He got it!" Connor cheered.

"I forgot about that one…" Annabeth smiled at Percy who flushed.

"Didn't seem to help in the long run." Poseidon grumbled at the memory.

"Correct," Chiron said. "And Zeus has never trusted Poseidon since. Of course, Poseidon denies stealing the master bolt. He took great offense at the accusation. The two have been arguing back and forth for months, threatening war. And now, you've come along—the proverbial last straw."

"But I'm just a kid!"

"Percy," Grover cut in, "if you were Zeus, and you already thought your brother was plotting to overthrow you, then your brother suddenly admitted he had broken the sacred oath he took after World War II, that he's fathered a new mortal hero who might be used as a weapon against you.…Wouldn't that put a twist in your toga?"

"But I didn't do anything. Poseidon—my dad—he didn't really have this master bolt stolen, did he?"

"I have no use for the stupid bolt. It wouldn't even work for me anyways! It's not a weapon that works with the powers I do have!" The Sea God groans. The reasoning made no sense.

"That is true." Athena begrudgingly agrees. It's clear how much it pains her to do so.

Chiron sighed. "Most thinking observers would agree that thievery is not Poseidon's style. But the Sea God is too proud to try convincing Zeus of that. Zeus has demanded that Poseidon return the bolt by the summer solstice. That's June twenty-first, ten days from now. Poseidon wants an apology for being called a thief by the same date. I hoped that diplomacy might prevail, that Hera or Demeter or Hestia would make the two brothers see sense. But your arrival has inflamed Zeus's temper. Now neither god will back down. Unless someone intervenes, unless the master bolt is found and returned to Zeus before the solstice, there will be war. And do you know what a full-fledged war would look like, Percy?"

"Chaotic?"

"Apocalyptic?"

"Catastrophic?"

Hephaestus struggled to not let out a snort or laugh as he read out the next line.

"Bad?" I guessed.

Of course, at his response everyone turned to the red-faced Percy.

"What?! It perfectly summarizes!" he refuted.

There are a few reluctant nods of agreement. He did have a point, no matter how plain a response it was.

"Imagine the world in chaos. Nature at war with itself. Olympians forced to choose sides between Zeus and Poseidon. Destruction. Carnage. Millions dead. Western civilization turned into a battleground so big it will make the Trojan War look like a water-balloon fight."

"Bad," I repeated.

"Percy Jackson, the King of Sarcasm." Nico grunts causing others to chuckle in assent.

"And you, Percy Jackson, would be the first to feel Zeus's wrath."

It started to rain. Volleyball players stopped their game and stared in stunned silence at the sky.

"Harsh."

"I definitely confused the heck out of all of us." Chris muttered.

I had brought this storm to Half-Blood Hill. Zeus was punishing the whole camp because of me. I was furious.

"So I have to find the stupid bolt," I said. "And return it to Zeus."

"What better peace offering," Chiron said, "than to have the son of Poseidon return Zeus's property?"

"Ha peace offering sure." Percy muttered, thankfully no one hearing him.

"If Poseidon doesn't have it, where is the thing?"

"I believe I know." Chiron's expression was grim. "Part of a prophecy I had years ago…well, some of the lines make sense to me, now. But before I can say more, you must officially take up the quest. You must seek the counsel of the Oracle."

"Yay, my Oracle!" Apollo celebrated not noticing the winces of the campers and Hades.

"Why can't you tell me where the bolt is beforehand?"

"Because if I did, you would be too afraid to accept the challenge."

I swallowed. "Good reason."

"You agree then?"

I looked at Grover, who nodded encouragingly.

Easy for him. I was the one Zeus wanted to kill.

"Ah, right, sorry Perce."

"It's fine G-man. I would've done it anyway."

"All right," I said. "It's better than being turned into a dolphin."

"Then it's time you consulted the Oracle," Chiron said. "Go upstairs, Percy Jackson, to the attic. When you come back down, assuming you're still sane, we will talk more."

Four flights up, the stairs ended under a green trapdoor.

I pulled the cord. The door swung down, and a wooden ladder clattered into place.

The warm air from above smelled like mildew and rotten wood and something else…a smell I remembered from biology class. Reptiles. The smell of snakes.

I held my breath and climbed.

The attic was filled with Greek hero junk: armor stands covered in cobwebs; once-bright shields pitted with rust; old leather steamer trunks plastered with stickers saying ITHAKA, CIRCE'S ISLE, and LAND OF THE AMAZONS. One long table was stacked with glass jars filled with pickled things—severed hairy claws, huge yellow eyes, various other parts of monsters. A dusty mounted trophy on the wall looked like a giant snake's head, but with horns and a full set of shark's teeth. The plaque read, HYDRA HEAD #1, WOODSTOCK, N.Y., 1969.

"Scary that we've actually seen a couple of those…" Annabeth whispered to Percy who nodded. He wasn't looking forward to those moments being shared.

By the window, sitting on a wooden tripod stool, was the most gruesome memento of all: a mummy. Not the wrapped-in-cloth kind, but a human female body shriveled to a husk. She wore a tie-dyed sundress, lots of beaded necklaces, and a headband over long black hair. The skin of her face was thin and leathery over her skull, and her eyes were glassy white slits, as if the real eyes had been replaced by marbles; she'd been dead a long, long time.

"What happened to my Oracle!?" Apollo roared.

"Ah, Lord Apollo. You're, um, uh, going to have to wait on that…" Percy cringed. "I find out a few years later."

Apollo fumed, he wanted to know now! Looking towards the campers it was clear that it wasn't a pleasant reason. He reluctantly waved Hephaestus to continue on.

Looking at her sent chills up my back. And that was before she sat up on her stool and opened her mouth. A green mist poured from the mummy's mouth, coiling over the floor in thick tendrils, hissing like twenty thousand snakes. I stumbled over myself trying to get to the trapdoor, but it slammed shut. Inside my head, I heard a voice, slithering into one ear and coiling around my brain: I am the spirit of Delphi, speaker of the prophecies of Phoebus Apollo, slayer of the mighty Python. Approach, seeker, and ask.

I wanted to say, No thanks, wrong door, just looking for the bathroom.

A few quiet snorts flutter out at the thought.

But I forced myself to take a deep breath.

The mummy wasn't alive. She was some kind of gruesome receptacle for something else, the power that was now swirling around me in the green mist. But its presence didn't feel evil, like my demonic math teacher Mrs. Dodds or the Minotaur. It felt more like the Three Fates I'd seen knitting the yarn outside the highway fruit stand: ancient, powerful, and definitely not human. But not particularly interested in killing me, either.

I got up the courage to ask, "What is my destiny?"

"Seriously, Prissy? Could you be more cliché?" Clarisse sighed.

Percy just shrugged, "Figured it covered all my bases."

Weirdly enough, it seemed like enough of an answer for the War Daughter.

The mist swirled more thickly, collecting right in front of me and around the table with the pickled monster-part jars. Suddenly there were four men sitting around the table, playing cards. Their faces became clearer. It was Smelly Gabe and his buddies.

"Oh, why this?" Sally moaned burying her head in her hands.

"It was definitely a weird image."

My fists clenched, though I knew this poker party couldn't be real. It was an illusion, made out of mist.

Gabe turned toward me and spoke in the rasping voice of the Oracle: You shall go west, and face the god who has turned.

His buddy on the right looked up and said in the same voice: You shall find what was stolen, and see it safely returned.

The guy on the left threw in two poker chips, then said: You shall be betrayed by one who calls you a friend.

Finally, Eddie, our building super, delivered the worst line of all: And you shall fail to save what matters most, in the end.

"I knew you weren't sharing everything!" Annabeth cuffed Percy on the back of the head.

"I mean it was pretty obvious he wasn't." Grover said avoiding the girl's outstretched hand.

"Actually, a pretty straight forward prophecy for once." Apollo muttered.

"It wasn't at the time." Percy grumbled.

The figures began to dissolve. At first I was too stunned to say anything, but as the mist retreated, coiling into a huge green serpent and slithering back into the mouth of the mummy, I cried, "Wait! What do you mean? What friend? What will I fail to save?"

"Sorry, kid. One question only."

Unlike the others, Sally seemed to have concluded what parts of the prophecy meant. The last line was clearly about her. That was easy to figure out based on how Percy reacted when he showed up at the apartment that first summer. The second line was obvious. The rest though, they were trickier.

The tail of the mist snake disappeared into the mummy's mouth. She reclined back against the wall. Her mouth closed tight, as if it hadn't been open in a hundred years. The attic was silent again, abandoned, nothing but a room full of mementos.

I got the feeling that I could stand here until I had cobwebs, too, and I wouldn't learn anything else.

My audience with the Oracle was over.

The Stoll brothers both visibly shudder.

"I'm glad-" said Conner.

"We have-" said Travis.

"Rachael now." The pair concluded.

"It's definitely less creepy." Thalia added.

"Well?" Chiron asked me.

I 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."

My ears were still tingling from the reptilian voice. "She…she said I 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?"

I didn't want to tell him.

What friend would betray me? I didn't have that many.

The campers winced. More pieces were connecting together why Luke's turn was so hard on Percy.

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

How could I confess that?

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

He studied my face. "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."

"It was clear you were holding back something, child." Chiron admitted.

"Yeah, but even if I shared it wouldn't have changed anything really."

I got the feeling he knew I was holding back something bad, and he was trying to make me feel better.

"Okay," I 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?"

"Ah yes, back to the blame game." Hades whined.

"Apologies."

Hades waved the centaur off.

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

"Yes, quite. 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."

I thought about my dreams, the evil voice that had spoken from under the ground. "Hades."

"I mean, based off of his dreams, it's not a horrible assumption." Rachael contemplated.

"Also, we didn't want to imagine it could be anyone else." Annabeth acknowledged.

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

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

"A Fury came after Percy," Chiron reminded him. "She watched the young man until she was sure of his identity, then tried to kill him. Furies obey only one lord: Hades."

"Again, not an incorrect assumption in that case."

"Yes, but Uncle Hades had reason to send them. At least in regard to me." Percy interjected.

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

"I do not hate all heroes!" Hades sneers.

"Well, we didn't necessarily know that, at the time." Annabeth grimaces.

"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 he can take on the quest."

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

"But a quest to…" Grover swallowed. "I mean, couldn't the master bolt be in some place like Maine? Maine's very nice this time of year."

"You hate Maine, Grover." Thalia pointed out.

"It better than the Underworld."

The Lord of the Underworld couldn't even be mad at the satyr for that comment. For a nature being it had to be a difficult experience.

"Hades sent a minion to steal the master bolt," Chiron insisted. "He hid it in the Underworld, knowing full well that Zeus would blame Poseidon. I don't pretend to understand the Lord of the Dead's motives perfectly, or why he chose this time to start a war, but one thing is certain. Percy must go to the Underworld, find the master bolt, and reveal the truth."

A strange fire burned in my stomach. The weirdest thing was: it wasn't fear. It was anticipation. The desire for revenge. Hades had tried to kill me three times so far, with the Fury, the Minotaur, and the hellhound. It was his fault my mother had disappeared in a flash of light. Now he was trying to frame me and my dad for a theft we hadn't committed.

"Such loyalty." Athena muttered to herself. This demigod seemed so easy to read.

I was ready to take him on.

Besides, if my mother was in the Underworld…

Whoa, boy, said the small part of my brain that was still sane. You're a kid. Hades is a god

"Ah you do have a little voice of common sense!" Annabeth joked.

"Hey! I may not always listen to it, but it's there!"

Grover was trembling. He'd started eating pinochle cards like potato chips.

The poor guy needed to complete a quest with me so he could get his searcher's license, whatever that was, but how could I ask him to do this quest, especially when the Oracle said I was destined to fail? This was suicide.

"Look, if we know it's Hades," I told Chiron, "why can't we just tell the other gods? Zeus or Poseidon could go down to the Underworld and bust some heads."

"Can't blame him for asking." Sally divulged. It was a fair question.

"Suspecting and knowing are not the same," Chiron said. "Besides, even if the other gods suspect Hades—and I imagine Poseidon does—they couldn't retrieve the bolt themselves. Gods cannot cross each other's territories except by invitation. That is another ancient rule. Heroes, on the other hand, have certain privileges. They can go anywhere, challenge anyone, as long as they're bold enough and strong enough to do it. No god can be held responsible for a hero's actions. Why do you think the gods always operate through humans?"

"You're saying I'm being used."

All the demigods seemed to flinch; it did feel that way whenever there were quests.

Poseidon couldn't help but hang his head. He knew he could have done better by his son.

"I'm saying it's no accident Poseidon has claimed you now. It's a very risky gamble, but he's in a desperate situation. He needs you."

My dad needs me.

"Seems nice." Rachael tries to lighten the mood.

Emotions rolled around inside me like bits of glass in a kaleidoscope. I didn't know whether to feel resentful or grateful or happy or angry. Poseidon had ignored me for twelve years. Now suddenly he needed me.

"Okay. Less nice."

I looked at Chiron. "You've known I was Poseidon's son all along, haven't you?"

"I had my suspicions. As I said…I've spoken to the Oracle, too."

I got the feeling there was a lot he wasn't telling me about his prophecy, but I decided I couldn't worry about that right now. After all, I was holding back information too.

"So let me get this straight," I said. "I'm supposed go to the Underworld and confront the Lord of the Dead."

"Check," Chiron said.

"Find the most powerful weapon in the universe."

"Check."

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

"That's about right."

"I like it straight forward, and easy to remember." Travis smiled.

"You stole that from Pirates of the Caribbean!" Connor claimed.

"I did not!"

Hephaestus continued on, the argument quietly carrying on.

I 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," I told him. "I can't ask that of you."

"Oh…" He shifted his hooves. "No…it's just that satyrs and underground places…well…"

He took a deep breath, then stood, brushing the shredded cards and aluminum bits off his T-shirt. "You saved my life, Percy. If…if you're serious about wanting me along, I won't let you down."

I felt so relieved I wanted to cry, though I didn't think that would be very heroic. Grover was the only friend I'd ever had for longer than a few months. I wasn't sure what good a satyr could do against the forces of the dead, but I felt better knowing he'd be with me.

"Gotta love my G-man." Percy beamed ruffling the stayr's hair who couldn't help but blush.

"All the way, G-man." I turned to Chiron. "So where do we go? The Oracle just said to go west."

"The entrance to the Underworld is always in the west. It moves from age to age, just like Olympus. Right now, of course, it's in America."

"Where?"

Chiron looked surprised. "I thought that would be obvious enough. The entrance to the Underworld is in Los Angeles."

"Really should've let him watch the video…"

"Yes, yes. We've mentioned it enough."

"Oh," I said. "Naturally. So we just get on a plane—"

"No!" Grover shrieked. "Percy, what are you thinking? Have you ever been on a plane in your life?"

I shook my head, feeling embarrassed. My mom had never taken me anywhere by plane. She'd always said we didn't have the money. Besides, her parents had died in a plane crash.

"I still find that unfair. I mean I can go to the beach and enjoy the ocean?" Thalia argued. "Obviously I can't go to the Underworld, but I have no reason to anyways, but still, why can I go to the sea and Percy or Nico can't fly?"

"Because your father hold grudges, and I don't hold the children against what the parent has committed." Poseidon explains. He was unfortunately one of the few gods that felt this way.

"Percy, think," Chiron said. "You are the son of the Sea God. Your father's bitterest rival is Zeus, Lord of the Sky. Your mother knew better than to trust you in an airplane. You would be in Zeus's domain. You would never come down again alive."

Overhead, lightning crackled. Thunder boomed.

"Okay," I said, determined not to look at the storm. "So, I'll travel overland."

"That's right," Chiron said. "Two companions may accompany you. Grover is one. The other has already volunteered, if you will accept her help."

"Gee," I said, feigning surprise. "Who else would be stupid enough to volunteer for a quest like this?"

"Ah, Annie-Girl over here would."

"Shut up Thals!"

The air shimmered behind Chiron.

Annabeth became visible, stuffing her Yankees cap into her back pocket.

"I've been waiting a long time for a quest, seaweed brain," she said. "Athena is no fan of Poseidon, but if you're going to save the world, I'm the best person to keep you from messing up."

"If you do say so yourself," I said. "I suppose you have a plan, wise girl?"

"Ah, it begins!" Chris moans.

"You weren't on the quest with them." Grover grunts.

"Hey!" the couple cry out.

Her cheeks colored. "Do you want my help or not?"

The truth was, I did. I needed all the help I could get.

"At least you can admit it, boy." Artemis says her tone surprisingly gentle.

"A trio," I said. "That'll work."

"Excellent," Chiron said. "This afternoon, we can take you as far as the bus terminal in Manhattan. After that, you are on your own."

Lightning flashed. Rain poured down on the meadows that were never supposed to have violent weather.

"No time to waste," Chiron said. "I think you should all get packing."

"What an anticlimactic ending." Connor keens.

"Don't worry, that won't last long." Percy mentions.

"Well, with that alarming admittance, who would like to read next?" the Forger asks holding out the book.

Once again, the Goddess of the Hunt surprises the group and reaches for the book.

"I might as well give it a turn." She says as she opens the book and reads out the next title.

AN: Hope you enjoyed this. Sorry again that this took so long for me to get out. College has been a bit of a nightmare! Fingers crossed for the future.

As always feel free to review/comment or PM if you prefer. See y'all next time.