Disclaimer: I own PJO. Wait what? I don't? What do you mean its Riordan's? Oh come on! Okay I don't own PJO. Curse you Riordan! I also don't own the Five Star Parisian Hotel Champ Elysees. But I do own Fille Mers Hôtel de Bénédictions which means 'Daughter Sea's Hotel of Blessings'.

Flying to France was sort of exciting. Believe or not even with all my crazy adventures I've never left the country. I didn't even make it to Canada! So goingtoFrance for the firsttimewas pretty exciting. If only it was on better circumstances. We landed by Champs Elysees Plaza Hotel in Paris, France.

"Let's book some rooms here." Aeolus suggested.
"Ooh." Anemoi said admiring the sight of the hotel. "Champ Elysees. Have we got the money for such a luxurious hotel? Perseus? Perseus! PERSEUS!"

But I was paying attention to something else. Something drew me to it and I could see Max, Gregor, and Tyson were paying attention too. I could hear water flowing inside with many fish happily swimming inside. The Hotel seemed so welcoming.

"Lord Perseus," Aeolus said tapping me on my shoulder and snapping me out of the trance. "Lord Anemoi wants to know if we have money for the Champ Elysees."
"Yeah sure," I said not taking my eyes off of the other hotel. "What hotel is that?"
"Ahh," Aeolus said looking at the hotel I was staring at. "That is Fille Mers Hôtel de Bénédictions."

Somehow I knew that meant Daughter Sea's Hotel of Blessings. Over the sign was the same name in Greek. And below the French name was the name in English.

"Very exclusive hotel," Aeolus said continuing. "It's a 12 out of 5 star Hotel. It's so exclusive that when the president of France came, they said he wasn't part of the 'club'. We can only hope to that they'll give us a decent room."
"Tell them you know me." I told Aeolus. "I have a feeling she's a daughter of Poseidon."

Aeolus nodded as he and his master Anemoi went to the hotel.

"Come on guys," I said hopping back on the chariot. It's funny, 3 Cyclopes', a god and a dozen hippocampuses right on the sidewalk of Paris and no one seems to stop or notice the fact that we were flying away.

We finally landed at the Carnival of Paris. Thousands upon thousands of people were at the Carnival. From what I know this Carnival was previously a Venetian Carnival. But after the whole Typhon incident the French President enacted some Live Your Life Program. He spent 26.9 million dollars on the Venetian Carnival.

Everybody was wearing masks, drinking wine, and smoking. Everything that was cliché French was here. Except the whole stupid accent and the thin moustaches and toupee. The Carnival was filled with games, rides, food, music, and more.

"Ooh," Tyson said admiring the sight. "COTTON CANDY! Let's go guys."

The three of them ran down the street to a concession stand while I stood there admiring everything. I was tempted to go on the Ferris wheel, but I had a mission at hand. I was bombarded by beautiful French women asking me if I wanted wine, a cigar, or a brochure, or masks for the night party. I see why Apollo came to this Carnival, so many beautiful French women. Whoa Perseus. These French women couldn't come close to Annabeth's stature of beauty.

I walked through more hordes of French women and finally stopped at a dock where a man was fishing. By him were bottles and bottles of what I assumed was wine.

"So a god finally seeks me out." He said without even turning his head. "What do you want."
"What is your name sir?" I asked not responding and keeping my nerve. He just turned his head slowly.
"Pash Meriliness." He said simply. "And by the way the sea longs for you; I'd say you're a son of Poseidon."

I was taken back slightly by what he said, but regained my composure.

"And by the way you love the sea," I retorted. "I'd say you're a son of Poseidon too."

Now he looked at me with an angry look and then he just started to laugh as if it were the funniest joke. I finally got to really get a clear look at his face. He had blue eyes to match the crashing blue waves. His brown hair was combed neatly over on his head. He looked young but something about him made feel ancient.

"What's so funny?" I asked keeping my cool. He abruptly stopped laughing and faced me.
"You're right," He said before taking another swig of his wine. "I'm a son of the sea. But not Poseidon!"
"What so you mean?" I asked interested.
"My father was the king of the sea long before your father came into the picture." He said. "He was the father of the fish and the God of the Sea. But Greek Mythology doesn't give him enough recognition."

I was baffled. Isn't dad father of the Fish and God of the Sea?

"Still no idea?" He said turning back to the sea. "Alright seeing you have no idea whatsoever I'll tell you. Pontus."

With that he stopped talking completely and took great interest in the sea. I remembered who Pontus was. Annabeth had taught me awhile back that there were gods before the Big Three. Pontus was he primordial God of the Sea along with Thanatos primordial God of the Dead. I just stared at him for a while. It must suck having a godly father no one knows about.

"So do you know where Atlantis is?" I asked awkwardly.

Once again he turned to me in a creepy fashion. His eyes twinkled in sad way as if someone kicked his puppy.

"Perseus," He said somehow knowing my name. "I cannot tell you."
"Because you don't know?" I asked.
"Because I'd be betraying my brother." He said with a painful look on his face. "My brother Aspill lives there. He guards the celestial steel with his life. He's obsessed with it."

He looked at me with definite pain in his eyes.

"You care for your brother Perseus," He said prompting me to look back. Tyson had just gotten his cotton candy. He looked at it strangely and then pulled out a giant jar of Skippy Peanut Butter and spread it all over the cotton candy. I laughed a little when I realized I did care for him. "Then you do understand. I could never betray Aspill and him over to the gods."
"I just want the celestial steel." I said starting to feel sympathetic.
"Perseus," He said shaking his head. "You don't understand. Aspill will go to extreme measures to protect celestial steel. He's even made amends with the Kraken. Ever since we've been on Atlantis he believed he was destined for greatness. And when that accursed day came when the gods sunk the island his sister and I left, but he stayed.

"He is a warrior and a loyal servant to our father. There is no way he'd let anyone have even a tiny sample of celestial steel. He'd never unless…"

He stared into the ocean intently. He finally looked up at me with glistening blue eyes filled with hope.

"You Perseus," He said jabbing a finger into my chest. "You can liberate him."
"How can I liberate something that doesn't want to be liberated?" I asked. Then I thought of George Bush (Sorry just had to!)
"Just get him off of that accursed island." He said. "We'll think of something."
"We?" I said staring daggers at him.
"My sister and I," He explained. "She owns a hotel here. You know Fille Mers Hôtel de Bénédiction. She's his real sister, I'm just their half-brother. Tell her Pash sent you, and she'll give you a top floor suite."

I nodded but before I left he held me back.

"Here," He said handing me a bottle. "Have some."
"Sorry," I said. "I don't drink."
"It's not wine," He said. "Its seawater mixed with nectar and raw honey. It's delicious!"

I took the bottle and then gathered Tyson and his friends. Apparently a bunch of French women were flirting with him. They were talking to him in French too fast for me to comprehend, but somehow he comprehended.

"Come on Tyson," I said estranged by this events. "We need to go."
"By Tyson!" The French women shouted and giggled.
"How the Hades?" I said disbelieving what was happening.
"We don't know." Gregory said.
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Back at the Hotel Anemoi was scolding Aeolus for not getting a room.

"You worthless immortal nuisance." He yelled. "Of all the servants I get stuck with it's the lazy king of the winds. Well I'll tell you something, if it were me they'd be begging me to stay."
"Yes sir," He said keeping his head down. "That is way I am a mere servant to you, my lord."
"That's right you are!" He said slapping Aeolus in the face.
"GUYS!" Max screamed.
"And what took you so long?" Anemoi said bitterly. "I hope you got a map or something. "
"No," I said. "Certain complications."

We walked back into the hotel to get a room.

"Oh no!" The desk lady said. "I sent your friends out. Leave!"
"Are you the owner?" I asked.
"No," She said impatiently.
"Well then can you tell her that Pash sent me." I said.

She looked at me weirdly before calling the hotel owner.

"She will be with you shortly." She said hanging up the phone. "You may wait in her office, over there."

The office was a huge. The walls of the office were a light blue filled with painted pictures of all sorts of fish. Lined on the walls were small ponds with fish swimming happily around without a care in the world. On the ceiling was some sort of holographic picture of the sea with sounds of the ocean. I felt like I was at dad's palace relaxing.

After waiting for five minutes a woman dressed in blue with a broad hat and and red lipstick. She was a tall lady with blue eyes, the same as Pash. She looked at me first with curious look then at Tyson with a smile. What was it with French women that they were so interested with Tyson?

"Well hello," She said extending her hand to me. She took off her hat to reveal her brunette hair in a ponytail. "I am Dailene Hermera and the owner of this fine hotel. And if I'm correct you're the esteemed Perseus Jackson and Commander Tyson. The pleasure is all mines."
"How do you know our names?" I said curiously.
"My fish tell me," She said waving to them. "The fish chain of news is a fast one. Now I'm told my dear uncle Pash sent you?"
"Uncle," I said. "I thought he was your half-brother."
"Ah," She said smiling. "So you're telling the truth. Well then I assume Pash sent you to me so you can get a free room on the top floor. But this is my hotel, so I'll settle for $4,000 or no room. It's you usually 60,000, but if Pash sent you I'll give you a discount. "

I was appalled. I wasn't sure if we had that type of money! I looked at Tyson and remembered how does French women swooned over him. Maybe he could get us out of paying. Hey it was a shot in the dark but we might not have that type if money.

"Hey Tyson," I whispered to him. "Maybe you can talk her into giving us a free room."
He just looked at me blankly and said, "How do I do that?"
"You know do the same thing you did back at the Carnival."

He nodded and then said, "Hi!" That was it. We sat in awkward silence for 2 minutes. I kept looking at Tyson. Well that plan sucked. Finally Dailene laughed.

"You my friend," She said smiling and touching Tyson's chest. Somehow that worked. "Are a terrible flirt."

She ripped a necklace from Tyson 's chest that I never even noticed.

"Just as I suspected." She said twiddling the necklace in her fingers. "An Ilyx charm. No wonder I felt so much lust for you when I walked in."

I remembered Annabeth telling me how Ilyx was the goddess of loving charm.

"Tyson where did you get that?" I asked.
"Some girl gave sold it to me, for free." He said.
"Yes love magic is a hard burden to bear." She said putting the charm in her drawer. She then looked at Tyson and gave him a kiss.

"What the Hades?" Anemoi said in surprise. "What was that for?"
"What could I say." She said as Tyson laughed dumbly and blushed as much as a stop sign. "He's so handsome."

After all that confusion she ended up giving us the rooms for free and we stayed there for 2 nights. The beds were comfortable and we had our own private pool. Since she knew who we were, we got ambrosia and delicious red nectar. The view was incredible showing nearly all of Paris. After all was said and done I could see why this was a 12 out of 5 star hotel.

"Thank you Madame Dailene," I said as I called on the hippocampus on the roof. "Hopefully our mission goes well. We'll try to bring back Aspill for you."

I saw a tear in her eye.

"Yes please," She said smiling. "I do wish to see my brother again. And please no matter how impossible it seems, spare his life."
"Of course." I said.
"Goodbye Tyson," She said kissing him on the cheek causing him to blush uncontrollably. "Be well."

We were in our way flying to gods know where.

"Perce," Aeolus said immersed in the Atlantis book. "Who wrote this?"
"Some demigod," I said. "Why?"
"Maybe he knows where Atlantis is." Aeolus said.
"Hmmm." I said scratching my chin.

I IM'd Chiron, and he said that his name was Peleus Armstrong and he lived Melbourne, Australia.

We flew through the air talking to each other while Max drove the hippocampus. As I talked to Tyson about the Forges and dad's palace, a small pebble landed in our chariot. I picked up the pebble and examined it.

"That's weird." Anemoi said.

And then another pebble slightly bigger landed in our chariot. And then another, but this time it hit the wheel. And then a stone about the size of my fist hit a hippocampus. It whinnied out of control as more stones were thrown at the herd of hippocampus. Soon we were being pelted by stones getting bigger by the throw. Pretty soon a boulder was thrown at us hitting the side of our chariot.

"We're going down," Max shouted. "Gregor take the rein!"

As Gregor tried to find spot the hurler, Anemoi and Aeolus were trying to redirect the wind. But they were soon knocked out by stones.

"Percy," A panicking Tyson said. "The chariot is breaking apart! We're not going to make it!"
"Oh yes we are buddy!" I said reassuringly. I covered Tyson with my arms hoping to lighten the impact.

And then we crashed. The impact rocked me 100 yards back away from Tyson. I had no idea where anyone was. I slowly came to my senses and made out what was in front of me. He wore a Bronze chest plate and one of those Ancient Greek skirts. He seemed to be 8 feet tall with a ,muscular build. The other thing I noticed was that he had one of those lion helmets. I recognized this certain type lion, the Nemean Lion. He had piercing blue eyes, not like Dailene's or Pash's, but electric blue like Thalia's. It felt like I knew him for some reason. The image of Zeus kept popping up.

He was definitely the one who though the boulder. But who would be so immensely strong to throw a boulder? There was only one person who could do that. And even though it didn't make any sense, I knew in my heart it was him. Heracles in the living flesh was trying to kill me!

Well that's the fourth chapter. The next chapter will be an explanation with some action!

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