Chapter 6 out now!

To: MJ-Booklover: Yes, we do :D

To: Jeramy-Toombs: Sorry, I don't do homosexual relationships. They're just too complex for me to write.

Aaaaaaaaanyways, on with the story! *(fanfare plays)*

Percy P.O.V.

As I walk up to the Big House dodging various Aphrodite ammunition, I couldn't help but worry if I would regret my choice.

No, I thought. Let the Olympians suffer. Their time of arrogance and believing the mortals and demigods are below them is up.

An arrow whistled by, and I caught it with my blade.

After a 15 minute walk, I finally made it to the Big House.

"Percy," Chiron stated grimly. "As Grover told you, you need to go on a quest-"

"To find Zeus's master bolt." The back of my shirt started turning pink.

Chiron eyed me suspiciously. "So you do know something about the theft?"

Reluctantly, I told him of the "dreams" I've been having.

Chiron sighed. "Who do you think did this? Most agree thievery isn't Poseidon's style, but now that he's claimed you as his son, Zeus weighs the chances too seriously. He believes Poseidon had you steal the bolt."

I smirked inwardly. Time to set my plan in action.

I clear my throat, and say, "Chiron, if Zeus and Poseidon battled, who would stand to gain?"

Chiron was confused, until a wide grin threatened to split his face. "Good reasoning, Percy. The Lord of the Dead is the only possibility."

I jumped up. "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go to the Underworld!"

Chiron gently grabbed my hand. "You need an audience with the Oracle. And of course, your two companions."

Now I was genuinely confused. "What do you mean my two companions? Am I not taking this quest alone?"

Chiron shook his head. "I forbid you to try and go alone. The last quest two years ago was taken by a solo explorer, and...anyways, just don't go alone. One person has volunteered, if you accept."

The air shimmered behind Chiron. A camper took off her cap, of invisibility, I guess.

"I've been waiting five years for a quest. This is my chance."

Chiron turned to her. "Percy hasn't chosen his second companion yet."

I made up my mind. "Bring Luke Castellan here, if he doesn't want to come, then bring Grover Underwood."

Chiron nodded and left, leaving me alone with the camper.

I stuck out my hand at her. "Percy Jackson."

The girl looked at me funny. "What are you doing?"

I rolled my eyes. "Well, since we're going on a cross country trip together, we might as well get to know each other, because it's going to be awkward calling you 'girl', or 'camper'."

The girl sighed, then shook my hand. "Annabeth Chase."

I smiled. Before I could say anything else, however, Luke came running up the hill.

"Percy! Got your message!"

If my smile before was anything, it expanded tenfold now. Seeing my fellow traitor. That sounded awkward.

"Luke. Glad to see you've made it out unharmed." I eyed his colorful shorts. "Mostly."

Luke smiled apologetically. "Yeah, well, one of them would've nailed my shirt, but I flipped. Unfortunately, I didn't go high enough fast enough." His eyes widened. "Shit! I forgot something in my cabin! Be right back!"

He dashed down the hill.

I turned, and caught Annabeth blushing.

"You have a thing for Luke, don't you?" I asked quietly.

Annabeth turned to me, now positively red. "I do not!"

"Uh huh," I say. "And I'm a satyr, Luke's a harpy, and-"

"Okay, okay!" She cut me off. "I may or may not have a crush on Luke Castellan. Now shut up!"

I grinned. "I have a talent of making people spit out their secrets."

She glared at me, and opened her mouth to say something else, but then Luke came back up the hill, wheezing from his run. He dropped a bag on the hill, then dropped himself.

"Armor...weapons...stuff…"

I chuckle at his description. "So descriptive, Luke. Mind telling me about the armor, weapons and, uh, stuff?"

Luke got up, glaring at me. "The armor is made with Celestial Bronze, same with all the other metallic things. It's fashioned in a way that it's an effective protector, while letting you be agile as well. There's two hunting knives, a bow with sharpened ends, an enchanted quiver that never runs out of arrows, and a sword. The sword is enchanted to return to your pocket when you lose it. It's name is Anaklusmos."

"Riptide," I blurted out.

Luke nodded gravely. "The original owner named it well, for it's the current that takes one by surprise, and before you know it, you've been swept out to sea."

I eye him carefully. "Damn, Luke, when you'd get so philosophical?"

Luke laughed. "Since the beginning of time and never."

I ponder this. "So basically, you've always been like this." When he confirmed, I sighed through my nose. "You need to go to a mental institute to make you normal."

Luke settled on a glare. "Anyways, we also got some mortal money and golden drachmas."

Then Chiron cantered up. "Percy, it's time to consult the Oracle."

And that's how I ended up under a trapdoor where I knew something gruesome was on the other side. I took a deep breath and opened the door.

To be honest, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. The Oracle sat on a stool with battle relics scattered around the room. I walked towards the Oracle, and asked, "How will we return Zeus's master bolt?"

The Oracle billowed green smoke from its eyes and mouth, and an image appeared. Luke, Annabeth, my mom and Zeus sat around a couch. Luke opened his mouth, and rasped: You shall go west, and face the god who has turned.

Zeus glared at me, then rasped: You shall find what was stolen but lose it to an evil returned.

Annabeth looked at me sadly, then choked out: Betrayal of the purpose shall lead you astray.

My mom just put on an emotionless mask, and said: And your success shall only be completed halfway.

The images scattered. The green smoke disappeared. I was once again alone with the Oracle.

When I returned outside, Chiron looked at me concerned. "Are you okay?"

"What?" Then I looked at myself. I was deathly pale. "Oh, I'm just probably scared."

Chiron nodded, then asked for the prophecy. I recited it:

You shall go west, and face the god who has turned,

You shall find what was stolen but lose it to an evil returned.

Betrayal of the purpose shall lead you astray,

And your success shall only count halfway.

"So we just have to go west to the Underworld, and the god who has turned must be Hades," Annabeth reasoned.

Chiron nodded. "But this evil returned...it sounds like the master bolt will find its way to him." Chiron paled. "Worry about that later."

Luke slowly nodded. "I can't make heads or tails out of the third line either."

Annabeth shook her head. "That'll probably make sense later. The fourth line probably states that out of his goals, only half of them get completed."

"That makes sense, I guess," I say. "So do we go now?"

"Yes, but equip yourself with a set of the essentials Luke packed," Chiron replied.

Fifteen minutes later, we're decked out for battle, in armor with a plethora of weapons. We walked down the hill and past the boundaries. When we turned, Chiron was holding his bow high in salute. Just an average sendoff.

We got to a bus station, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up.

"Guys," I murmur, "Something here is really wrong."

"Yeah," Annabeth mutters, "Prepare for battle, Luke."

Luke doesn't say anything, but from the way he tenses, I know he heard us, or at least noticed it.

I never loosened my grip on my twin knives. Two stops later, three old grandmas got on the bus. I took one glance at the first one, and I gasped.

It was Mrs. Dodds. Slightly more withered face, and more piercing eyes, but still the one and only.

I nudged the others. "Guys, demon alert."

Annabeth was instantly alert, and I knew she'd found it. I pointed out Mrs. Dodds to Luke, and he tensed even further.

They sat down across from each other and made an X across the aisle. It was casual, but sent a clear message: Nobody leaves until we're done.

When the three grandma demons made their way back to the back, where we were, to "use the restroom", we sprang into action. I made my way to the front, and they looked at me, as if I was an old friend they hadn't seen in a while (well, in their defense, one of them did try to kill me, so I guess we were some sort of friends), my hands never leaving "my pockets", which were actually the handles of my knives. When we were one row apart, several things happened in the span of one second. My knives went out and I lunged, Demon Dodds assumed her demonic form and flew above my charge, people screamed, and two people snapped pictures. Demon One and Demon Two lunged at the sides of me, and I knew Annabeth and Luke had joined the fray. I sliced off one of Demon One's wings, and she exploded in dust, while my arm exploded in pain. I whipped around and slashed, effectively cutting off Demon Dodds' arms. I jumped back and plucked the claws out of my arm, took aim with two of them, and threw them like darts.

Both of them sunk into the eyes of Demon Two, while I ran up, and drove my knives into her skull.

She managed to rasp out, "Perseus Jackson, you will suffer in eternal torment! I will rip out each and every bone in your-

Luke swung his sword. Demon Two stopped making threats.

Annabeth laughed weakly. "Bullseyes, Percy. Or should I say Furyeyes."

I froze. "Those were Furies?"

Luke nodded. "Let's patch ourselves up."

Little did we know that this was but a warmup of what was to come in the next four years.

Yus! Minor case of writer's block on the prophecy, I'm not one to make up rhyming couplets, but anyway, I NEED MORE VOTES ON PERCY'S RELATIONSHIP STATUS! So far it's:

Annabeth: 2

Zoë Nightshade: 1

Sorry, I don't do same gender relationships, it's difficult to write. And as for OC's, I don't do those either, mainly cuz...I don't feel like it :P

Remember to R&R!