It's hard to give Grover a POV when he's not there half the time. And the story gets different when everyone is included. I can't explain too much ahead because then I will spoil the surprise. Oh and...hi. (Forgot what I was going to say.)

Baxie's POV

Last night Chiron took us to the big house and discussed which cabin we would be in. Nothing had calmed down, but it was...peaceful-ler. Chiron told Percy he would be in cabin 3 but he asked me which one I wanted to be in since it could have been any of them, as long it wasn't Hera's cabin. I came up with the idea of testing each cabin for two weeks each to see which one I liked best, and he agreed since we were all tired and needed to make a choice. So I tried the Poseidon cabin first so Percy wouldn't be lonely.

Percy was happy about this, but he said we had been separated from the others like we had a rare disease, "in your case, very rare." He said.

"It isn't so bad, at least...oh right two weeks, but aside from that there are only...a number of cabins. Besides we are special just like everyone else." I said patting his head.

We started to get harder training from Luke, practicing with each other to see who was making more progress. Percy was a bit hard to disarm since he was revived when he dumped water on himself and all I got from Poseidon was to evaporate the water before it hit is face, and the ability to move water, although I think there's one more. It was nice to have a small advantage from Ares' fighting ability. On the other bright side the Hephaestus cabin let me make my own axe, and Kindness 2.0 was born, some how without any help. Woo go Hephaestus!

Percy discovers that he is a wanted criminal in the mortal world, accused of his mother's disappearance. Somebody who doesn't like Percy, most likely Clarisse, posts the article about this on the cabin door.

Percy wakes me up when he yells, and I jump out of bed and grab my axe at the same time. I may or may not have practiced. (The first time I tried I fell flat on my face because my foot got caught, pretty hilarious really.) Percy tells me about his dream. He dreams of two wrestler-type men fighting each other on a beach. The city in the background doesn't look like New York City. The wrestlers wear ancient Greek-style clothes. One of the wrestlers shouts, "Give it back! Give it back!" Percy tries to stop them from fighting, but he can't move or even speak in his dream. He hears an evil and cold voice from down below laughing and saying, "come down, little hero […] Come down!" The earth opens wide underneath dream Percy's feet and he falls down into abyss.

Still there was a storm outside and Mr. D summoned Percy. I came with him because I was curious. Percy's worried that the gods are fighting because of him, because his existence means that Poseidon broke a very serious oath, since he was a child of Poseidon and I just absorbed his power, I think, which made them my step-mothers and step-father according to Chiron. (He was there.)

(The rest of the gods claimed Baxie before Poseidon claimed Percy but Baxie's image claim got there a little slower than Percy's did.) Chiron tells us that Zeus and Poseidon are having the worst fight in centuries. Zeus's symbol of power, a master bolt has been stolen. Zeus blames Poseidon and thinks he got a hero to steal it for him. Now that Poseidon has openly claimed Percy as his son, everything thinks that Percy stole the bolt. Ever since Poseidon, Hera, and some other gods trapped Zeus in a golden net to make him be a better ruler, Zeus has never trusted Poseidon. Yet he still trusted Hera.

I nearly chopped my foot off because I dropped my axe when I heard this. Which made a smallish hole on the floor.

"Sorry..." I said.

"The Cyclopes made Zeus's master bolt, so Zeus thinks that Poseidon is having tons of copies made so that he can wage war on his brother." Chiron said.

"Well then it's time for someone to find the master bolt before World War III erupts. Literally." I said.

Percy's POV

The deadline for finding the master bolt is the summer solstice: June 21st. This is where I come in to be the dude who goes on the quest to find the Master Bolt.

Chiron tells me to go upstairs and chat with the Oracle, he told me to take Baxie with me since some people went insane when they went alone. Which was not reassuring since Baxie already seemed insane sometimes, this was her being sane for a change.

The place is full of Greek hero junk and pickled monster parts which smelled like reptiles. I walk up a mummy sitting in a rocking chair. Suddenly the mummy opens its mouth, and green smoke pours out. Baxie raised her axe and I grabbed the nearest thing: a plate.

"Great weapon!" Baxie said as she picked up another plate with her other hand.

The green smoke forms the image of Smelly Gabe and his buddies playing poker. "I am the spirit of Delphi, speaker of prophecies of Phoebus Apollo, slayer of the mighty Python. Approach, seeker, and ask." The Oracle said.

"I want to know what quest Chiron said I was appointed to." I said afraid of the answer. The smoke image of Smelly Gabe turns to me and says: "You shall go west (Seem familiar?) and face the god who has turned." Another smoke dude says: "You shall find what was stolen, and see it safely returned." A third smoke dude says: "You shall be betrayed by one who calls you a friend." And a fourth smoke dude says: "And you shall fail to save what matters most, in the end."

Then the mummy inhales the green mist, closes her mouth. I look at Baxie like 'friend?'

"No way, absolutely not! She said a friend, not best friend. So not Grover either. Maybe someone you met recently?" She said.

"And I will fail to save what matters most...my mom." I said.

"Ummmmm, maybe not?" Baxie said, trying to cheer me up.

I report back to Chiron and Grover everything I heard I heard except the being-betrayed-by-a-friend part and the failing-to-save-what-matters-most part.

Chiron seems to notice I'm keeping something from him, but he doesn't push me to tell him.

Chiron helps us figure out that we have to travel to Hades to recover the master bolt.

"Hades is the god who has turned against his brothers, Zeus and Poseidon. Hades must have had someone steal the master bolt for him so that Zeus and Poseidon would wage war on one another." Chiron explains.

"Oh great so we get a ticket to Worm City." Baxie says.

"I agree count me out." Grover said.

"Oh I'm still going." She said.

"The rightful title is 'The Land Of the Dead.' "Hades must have a spy at Camp Half-Blood because only someone within camp boundaries could have summoned a hell-hound. Hell-hounds come from Hades. I guess Hades wants to kill Percy before he begins his quest to recover the master bolt because Hades doesn't want peace restored between Zeus and Poseidon." Chiron explains.

Grover's POV

"Why can't we just tell the gods that we suspect Hades has had the Master Bolt stolen for him?" Percy asked.

"Because suspecting and knowing are two different things, duh." Baxie said.

"And gods can't invade each other's territory, so it has to be a hero the retrieves the bolt. Heroes like you both. Both of you have to know that the gods need you." Chiron said.

"I'm still shocked they claimed me, that I'm the child of all the gods, yet I'm not evil. And that all of you understood my claiming message symbol thing. And now I hear they NEED me to do work for THEM?!" Baxie said.

"Calm down!" I said.

"Sorry, I probably shouldn't talk about the gods like that..."she said.

"Grover, you have to come on the quest with Baxie and me." Percy said.

"Fine, but don't think I will like it. The gates to the Underworld are, naturally, in Los Angeles. But, we can't take any planes, because the air is Zeus's territory. Zeus already hates you already Percy, he might strike our plane and cause a crash. Annabeth would be glad to hear she might be able to come with us." I say.

"Los Angeles is on the other side of the country, a boat would take way too long, and so would any car trip. And Mount Olympus will be same distance away, so how do you think we will get to the Land of the Dead then back to Mount Olympus in two weeks?" Baxie asked.

"We better pray it's a one week each way trip." Percy said.

"I took two weeks to get to New York from North Carolina, and I took a bunch of buses, occasionally rode on top of cars, and found boats to steal. I was moving non-stop pretty much." Baxie said.

"Lets hope we can beat your time." I said.