Chapter 7
Percy's POV
There was no longer anywhere safe to hide. We couldn't go to my apartment, or Annabeth's, or even back to camp. We had no options. So we decided to go to Canada. Not out of random choice had we chosen it, but because of its difference from anywhere else in this country: the gods where powerless there. We didn't stop for fear of encountering one of the gods. We almost didn't pick up Grover.
"What's going on?" He asked as he squeezed into the backseat with Rachel. "And Annabeth, I must say, you've seen smaller sizes…" And with that comment, Annabeth smacked him. She was only slightly pregnant, but somehow Grover knew. In fact, almost everyone I knew knew about this little end to the world.
Rachel was snoring as she muttered something about secret love. Grover was muttering something about wanting to pick up some aluminum cans. Annabeth looked like she was going to throw up. And me, I was driving, although I felt like I was going to pass out. What a day!
Finally, after driving six hours, our stomach's growling, we reached a small town called Hestivale. Something seemed familiar about it, but I had never been to Canada. We pulled into the motel and got two rooms. One for me and Annabeth, and another for Grover and Rachel. Annabeth was asleep in my arms when we at last settled down.
I woke up to the smell of fire. I looked over at the mini fireplace and saw someone standing beside it. Annabeth? No, this woman was tall and very lean, and besides, my Annabeth was asleep beside me.
It was no other than Hestia.
"Percy Jackson, we have things to discuss." She said, her eyes glowing like always.
I obediently sat down on the floor. This was going to be a long nine months.