Muse: HI!

Mortal: HI!

Muse: The writer thought he would try something he thought was cool.

Mortal: Yea, and it wasn't your mom.

Muse: Now why did you have to go there.

Mortal: Sorry, umm what about the story.

Muse: Ok, so when we left off Erato was on a quest.

Mortal: Lets see what hes doing.

Chapter 2: we find a portal to Washington

I never found him before I left on my quest. Thanks to the string, I and Crissy were making great timing through the Labyrinth, passing a gateway to Mount Saint Helens. The land still showed scars of where the after effect of Percy's incident. By my guess, we were almost to Florida. I began to pray to Athena for letting the Labyrinth rise for this quest again. Of course it helped that I was her only grandson that ever went on a quest. "Hey, grey eyes, we might be in a bit of trouble." Crissy said.

I ignored the odd nickname, and looked at what she was talking about. There were 12 Hellhounds, five Dracaenae, and one Laistrygonian. I had Boltslam, my celestial bronze scimitar that was four feet long, and my sharpened boomerang, though I didn't think it would be any good. Crissy had a crossbow that never really ran out of arrows, and a shield that Tyson made for her. The shield is engraved with a single lightning bolt that could be hidden as a bracelet and use any electricity near it to direct a powerful attack. Even though we could fight more than hold our own, I decided a sensible course of action. "RUN!" I screamed.

It seemed that Crissy was more than ready to do this. We took off down the first tunnel to the left. We ended up in a bridle dress shop, the one Grover hid in a long time ago. The first kid was about a mile from here. I knew that the monsters wouldn't try to get out because it would mean that they would disintegrate. So we were safe for the time being. I went to the local mall because that's where the local teens like to hang out. I asked a crazed looking kid where I could find a girl named Tribble.

"Ewe, why would want to find Goth Girl? She's the weirdest girl in school." The girl said. She pointed to the corner where there was a single girl, playing on the phone.

We walked over to where she sat. "Are you Tribble?" Crissy asked as kindly as she could.

"And who's asking? Why would I talk to you?" Tribble questioned accusingly. She looked like she was getting ready for a fight.

I almost laughed. Almost. "We're here to help you. First off, how old are you?" I said amusingly. Of course, I probably would have acted the same way if I saw a punk with blond hair with another goth with blond hair. That could just be the warrior's instinct.

"I won't, tell you anything until you tell me who you are, why you think I need help, and what you think I need help with." Tribble said.

"Fine. My name is Erato and this here is Crissy. You might not need help, but you will. Have you ever seen any monsters?" I asked this intriguing girl.

"Yea, I've even killed a lot of them." She replied calmly.

Crissy and I went slack jawed. "Wow, ok. Umm, well there are others like you, their called Half-Bloods, and there is a camp for them." Crissy stumbled.

"Sure, I guess. But I think that right now you guys should focus on the giant dog behind you." Tribble pointed out.

"OH MY GODS! We almost didn't have to fight any monsters. Oh well, I guess it's not a Quest without fighting." Crissy said.

Finally, one jam-packed-fight-that-I-couldn't-put-in-here-because-it-was-too-much-fun later, Tribble said, "If it means I get help fighting things like those again, I'd be glad to go to this Camp Salt-Flood."

"It's Camp Half-Blood. We can go there right after we pick up another kid like you. Ok let's get to the Labyrinth" I said. Right then, a rumbling could be felt under our feet, and people started saying stuff about another earthquake happening. I just sighed, "Looks like we will be flying now."

We finally bought tickets to Washington. I'm still worried about the prophecy's last lines:

With the lord Pan's final breath,

Will come a time were choice is death.

Did it mean that Pan wasn't really dead and he would die soon or that Grover would be faced with a choice that, if not given to another, would kill him either way? Horrible fear overcame me. "We need to go now!" I said beginning to worry a little too much, but if Grover died, there would be no more hope for the wild.

Crissy must have been thinking the exact same thing, because she just nodded in agreement. We grabbed what we could and ran to the gate. There was a clearly marked "express lane" for demigod and god use only. We entered the small room where a stout young man was just standing there. "Ticket please. You can go anywhere without your ticket." Said the small man.

"Holy crap, Batman! Since when could you do this?" Crissy asked.

"We have been in business since 1902. We don't really see any demigods for some unknown reason." He responded cheerfully.

"Maybe it's because no demigod, except the children of Zeus, would risk flying. This is perfect! We can get there in an instant." I rambled. We gave him our tickets, and ten golden drachmas, and off we went. The next thing I knew, I was standing in northern Washington, with a letter from Hermes. The letter said:

Dear Person,

Thank you for using the airway express lane. We have picked you brain and found where you truly wanted to be. We have dropped you off at one of the following places: a) Your house b) The beach c) The area where Aqua is located. If you were traveling in a group and got separated, then sorry for the inconvenience.

Good luck on your travels,

Hermes

"Great, just great. This is worse than being swallowed by a dragon (so I've heard). Luckily, Tribble and started to appear next to me. Apparently, Tribble really wanted to not be alone anymore, and I don't know why Crissy was here. She didn't want to find this other half-blood, so something was here that she wanted to stay with. I looked around, trying to find anyone who might have seen us, or even better, someone who could lead us to Aqua.

Thats when i found her, anyone could tell just by looking at her. Her name was on the front of her shirt. I thought it was cute, in a dorky kind of way. "Your Aqua right?" I asked.

"How did you know?" She asked seriously.

Muse: Wow! What an awkward cliff hanger!

Mortal: You said it.

Muse: Ok, well not much commentary here.

Writer: I dont own PJO and you two better get along, and not hurt anyone.

Writer fades into the background

Mortal: Who was that and were did he come from?

Muse: Didnt you read the little subtitle thingies? He is the writer. And he came from another plane than we are on.

Mortal: WHAT!! *sizzle* (sparcks fly from head)

KAGABOOM!!

Muse: Umm, now that my cohost is dead, lets end this story. Also, sorry if you were shocked by the language.