The Hunter

Wow I'm proud of my self. I'm starting a new chapter less than twenty four hours after posting the last one! On with the Story! I Finally managed to get all of the characters out of my AN space.

Thalia:No you didn't. -ZAP-

Percy stirred in his sleep, pleasantly enjoy his night's sweet dreams. Literally. For one reason or another he was dreaming of drowning in chocolate. But seeing as how drowning was an incapability of the Sea God's kin, he was in pure heaven. He was gulping down the stuff like it was ...er, candy. Suddenly a licorice stick poked him in the forehead as it floated by, and he eagerly swam after it his mouth opened wide.

Then he gagged as he came to consciousness and realized the licorice was actually Chiron's finger, with which he had been trying to get him awake. Chiron arced an eyebrow and reclaimed his finger, causally wiping the saliva on Percy's bed. "I really should have asked Annabeth to wake you."

Percy slide out of his bunk, smiling ruefully. "Sorry Chiron. Bit of a weird dream was in the process." Percy then realized he was in his clothes and armor still, having collapsed in his bed after the meeting. He quickly shucked off the armor.

Chiron gestured for Percy to follow him outside as he used his arms to wheel him toward the door. Shaking his head, Percy followed him out. "You're never going to let me live that down are you?"

Chiron laughed quietly. "Percy, I stopped letting things get lived down two millennium ago."

"But anyway. I assume you have encountered the demigod that wandered through here for the last two days, Trinian?"

"Well yeah, I guess you could count swinging swords at each other as meeting. What about him?"

Chiron's face settled into stony determined expression. "He left today on his quest. But know that he is gone, I feel an obligation to reveal his...true identity. He is Orion."

"Uh..Whoa." Percy was a little confused though. "Wait didn't he die like three thousands years ago and get put into the stars?"

"Yes. But there's one more thing, Perseus. Orion is your brother."

The said demigod, had been traveling ever since leaving camp. Staying in the bushes and trees, as for the last nine hours of travel, he had realized how much of this area seemed to be completely urban, covered in stone. Luckily he had just found a stretch of trees that were more to his element, which he had used for the last hour as he jogged through greenery. And more recently he had circled around and discovered footprint in a soft bank of mud from a drain pipe. The path they made was rather meandering, but still relative easy to follow. Now he crouched next to a bush with a strung bow and an arrow ready. The tracks had lead him to this clearing, from which now he could hear muttering voices. But wait...didn't he recognize...!

He stepped into the clearing, into the opening. "Chiron doesn't know you're here, does he?"

Kimberely and Tristan turned around quickly, a little surprised he'd guess, and looked at each other. "Well...not exactly." Kimberely said hesitantly. Tristan rolled his eyes.

"When we found out from Brian you had ran off on your lonesome, we decided that Chiron probably would agree with us on this."

"True." Orion replied a little resentfully.

"Besides did you really think you could do this by yourself?" Kimberely demanded. He scowled, feeling as if they doubted him. But to them you're just another demigod. Not Orion.

"And so we're clear...in no instant ever, are me and Kimberely the sidekicks in this."

Orion laughed. "Of course not."

Twenty minutes later, they knew all he knew. Mostly. He had filled them in on the dream and the prophecy. The were rather disturbed, much like himself, by both messages. Both of his new found comrades also said one thing. If he was going to try to hide out away from urban areas, it would take up to three times longer. So it was decided that maybe Tristan should lead them across the continent seeing as how him and Kimberely didn't really know their way. That was strange, that Kimberely didn't know her way around her own country. But from what Tristan had told him America was easily a hundred times bigger than his homeland. That aside though, she should know a little bit more than he did at least. However as she admitted that it was best if Tristan lead, He felt as if a mental wall went up around her. Tristan was open on why he knew so much.

"I grew up in South Carolina, up in Spartanburg-" Kimberely burst out laughing. And Tristan gave her a pointed look that said anything but ha-ha.

"But come on! Spartanburg, demigods...Er, OK I'll be quiet now."

"As I was saying, I grew up in Spartanburg, where my mom was a car mechanic. When I was around eight, a monster came into the disguised as a regular dude. We almost died, and the shop blew up. After that we never stayed in one place for more than five months..." Tristan's face looked like a piece of granite roughly cut from it's mountain home. Then he shook his head and pulled out a granola bar, munching on it mournfully.

"Well. Shouldn't we get on the move?" Kimberely stood as she queried, and Orion and Trinian followed suit. He could still feel the mental walls up around Kimberely. Tristan pulled out a small bronze compass from his pocket. At least it looked like just a compass. Then a small bronze microphone came from the casing. "OK where do we need to head to, Trinian? This little marvel can point us toward anywhere or anyone."

He hesitated. "We don't know where this Ancient Father is so...Let's try to find the drakants. Find the servants, find the master."

"Alright. Bella, search for drakants please."

"Don't call me Bella!" Orion looked around confused, not sure who the heck Tristan was talking to. Tristan just sighed heavily and continued talking to the mysterious 'Bella'. Kimberely was also looking around in clear confusion

"Fine, Bellatrix, please point us toward the drakants."

Finally he spotted the a face on the glass of the compass, a woman with black messy hair that curled in an erratic, chaotic, fashion. She had high, prominent cheekbones and condescendingly agreed to follow his request. The face disappeared and the compass needle spun around to the northwest. "Took enough effort." Tristan grumbled angrily as he clipped it to his belt using a recently appeared clip attachment.. Kimberely and Orion exchanged a glance, before Kimberely tentatively asked, "Um, Tristan who in Hades...or what, was that?"

"I have a name you know!" The compass shrieked at her.

"She, is my dad's hurried attempt at remembering my twelve birthday." He thumped the compass to quiet Bellatrix's continued shrieking. "Unfortunately, like I said, it was hurried."

"Great. Our not being lost depends on a little drama queen called Bellatrix." Kimberely said a little skeptically.

"Actually she works rather well...most the time." Orion absolutely loved that bit about 'most of the time'. Tristan continued. "Well...Come on!" He headed off, following mad little Bella's directions. Kimberley and Orion shared an apprehensive glance before following.

Unknown location,Same time.

A group of the monsters known as drakants were crowded together inside a dark damp room light by a single depressed candle in the depths of a large and equally dark building. Their appearance was that of nightmares, straight from horrors stories like Dracula and Frankenstein. Unless you were a demigod. Then they might as well have been dogs for all the surprise you show. None the less, the scaly creatures would scare the normal demigod at first glance. From the playing card size scales that armor their backs and arms, the variety of cruel, crushing weapons they wield, they aren't fairy tales for sure. Their faces featured high brows, with wide searching eyes below a crown of spikes. These spikes continue down the back, making attacking from front or back difficult. The squad of them, roughly a dozen give or take a few, were quickly growing impatient. Waiting is not exactly any monster's – or demigod for that matter- strong point.

A lesser drakant hissed angrily. "Whattt is taaaking the prince so long?"

Another laughed roughly, a sound equivalent to a pound of rocks put into and snow cone machine. "He is no Prince! Heee is nottthing but a brat with a handddful of power."

"Shut it, the both of you!" A imposing drakant that stood at least half a foot taller than either of the two reprimanded the squabbling pair. "Heeee is a Prrrrince by alll right. But that doesn't mean hhheee will always be the master of ussssss!"

"Really? Is that so Drasu?" A glint of yellow gleamed from the doorway. The drakants stiffened, all subconsciously moving away from Drasu. Out of the range of fire. The Prince was not as formidable as his father, but none wanted to attract unnecessary attention. The armored figure strode into the room, the dim light glinting coldly off the bronze armor. A bough of flames decorated the breastplate. A helm covered most of his head, a beautiful work of art in a way. The narrow slits of eyes showed an occasional glint of amber eyes. Drasu briefly raised his club of bronze studded with dragon teeth as if expecting a fight. How ever he quickly lowered both it and his head, the universal symbol for submission. The warrior nodded, before whipping his hand up to the monster's face. A sear of flame danced across his skin as he slapped the monster, creating a painful and lasting reminder to remember who was the dominant here. Drasu shrieked and fell to his knees.

The warrior ignored him and addressed the others. "You have a new prey."

"Bring him to me."

So this was a lot shorter than usual of late, I know. But hopefully good. I know how you scan tell me! The magical review button! Taa-daa! Until next time!