Holy Hera after four years updating i finally continue this story, i might turn this story to a bit different way since I little bit forgot on what way i am aiming this story to, but trust me with this one. The new way i am making is as good as before even better.

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson series

Nico

Even if I act calm throughout the quest, I could say that everything has been moving quite absurd, even for my standard. I have still not shared my uneasiness about this whole ordeal.

The first ever son of Death, Thanatos, arrive at the camp with the price of Percy loss. A quest has been announced where there is a possibility of Percy's death. We meet with Athena's favorite mortal that holds some grudge toward Damian. The confusing part is that how Jeanne still alive when she is just a mere mortal, even Daedalus sent his soul to the machine to keep him alive for hundred years.

Jeanne land next to me after making the last three Telekhines to a popsicle midst of this scorching hot of Portland. She turns her Excalibur into a small gray handbag and holds it with her left hand, the way she looks like now is like your usual capable secretary you would found in a big corporate.

"Well that's all of it"

"So what now?" I assured earlier she mention about Washington, but I do hope I hear it wrong since Washington is on the other side of Portland. We don't know the current situation of Percy, but let just keep faster is better.

"We need to visit Smithsonian Historical Museum" She brushed her hair to the back of her ears and gives a curl to her lips as if she reminisce something and everyone should have known what this 'something' is. She scoots away keeping a safe distance when Damian came closer and turn his sword to a rubber band ball.

"Wait, i am sure that Washington is right the opposite of Portland" Damian look to me then Annabeth for confirmation, Annabeth nod.

"Would it be wise to waste our time, without knowing Percy's current condition? What we are seeking in Smithsonian historical museum anyway? "

Without answering it right away, Jeanne let out a small sigh and give a long soft whistle.

"We are going to meet Echidna, she know who our enemies is" She glare sharply toward Damian "and don't talk about being unwise to me Damian Ruffian"

A huge screech could be heard from a distance, three creatures slowly approach us. I was going to ready my weapon until Jeanne convince us that they come with good will.

Three creatures which have the front half of an eagle and the hind half of a horse with a large swoop land in front of Jeanne and purr like a cat - an overgrown cat with a wing and eagle as its face.

"This three is Alpha, Gamma, and Omega. A Hippogriff, they will give us a ride to Washington"

"They look like a gryphon to me" as Damian said that, he got a response from three hippogriff immediately, a strong headbutt which makes Damian do a somersault due to its force.

"See, this why you are such a birdbrain" The way Damian looks is priceless yet I focused on the small thing that there is or should have been a story between Damian and Jeanne. I've learned that living things is far complicated than the dead.

Annabeth feel restless

"I've read all about the creatures in Greek and Roman Mythology, but I never heard about Hippogriff."

Jeanne jump to the Alpha who has the darker shade of gray and a scar on its eyes, " This mythical beast is originated from my original roots, Viva la France When I left from my root due to my patron, these three siblings insist on following me"

"Who is your patron? "

The thing I learned since I discovered Roman camp, patron share a negative meaning to me. Like Juno decide to become Percy's and Jason's patron by erasing their memory, and most of the monster who claimed Gaea as their patron when reviving from doors of death.

" For now, my patron is the least important matter" She takes the biggest Hippogriff who has a darker shade of gray and a scar on his eyes " Will you take my good will or waste it. It is your choice"

Annabeth and Damian take the other Hippogriffs, Damian lent out his hand to me as a gesture of offering to share the Hippogriff.

I shook my head if it was about transportation I already have one.

Annabeth seems to catch on what do I mean and convince them to start their journey. With that, those three siblings flap their wings and pave their way to the sky.

As they disappear to the horizon, i sneak into a shadow which lead me to an open field. One thing for sure, this is not Washington DC. A group of Karpoi suddenly appear without any sign like they just pop out from thin air. For several minutes i manage to mow them with my stygian sword and back to the shadow hoping that it leads to the right place.