Logan

After the counselor meeting Logan headed back to the Artemis cabin to start packing. He made sure to grab his magic quiver, which could supply as many arrows as he needed, and his emergency stash of nectar. That was pretty much all he had, except for his two special arrows. One was an arrow made entirely of pine wood. Logan wasn't sure how that arrow was special, but his mom had said that he would know when to use it when the time came. The other was a bit more deadly: Logan had taken the spike that had killed Thalia last summer and made it into the tip for the arrow. He planned to use it the next time he saw Thorn.

Thorn. Dr. Thorn was a Manticore that Logan had killed when he was little. Thorn was the reason that Logan had gotten stuck in juvey, and the reason for Thalia's demise. Logan seriously hated that guy.

He then went to the archery range to practice. Every time he went there during activity time he tried to spice it up a bit. Yesterday he had tried to shoot behind his back, the time before that he had tried shooting three arrows at once, and the time before that he had stuck a nut to the target and tried to crack it in half with an arrow. This time he tried something even harder: shooting blindfolded.

Logan took off one of his socks and tied it around his head to make a crude blindfold. He fumbled for his bow, knocked an arrow, and concentrated. Sometimes, if he concentrated hard enough, he could sense where the target was. He shot and heard one of the Stoll brothers curse and yell "Watch it, doofus!" No doubt he had missed.

Logan tried again. This time he heard the sound of the arrow hitting wood. He took off the blindfold and saw that he had hit a target, just not the one he was aiming for. Eh, he thought, still counts.

Tomorrow came sooner than he had expected. Starting today they had five days to save the camp. The mission was so important that Chiron had even allowed them to have a form of transportation to make it to the flute. That morning he called them into the forest. They stopped in front of what looked like an airplane hanger. "What are we doing at Bunker 9?" Sarah asked.

The door opened and out stepped Logan's favorite mad genius: Leo. "Hey guys," he said excitedly, "you ready to see the coolest way to move ever? Well, second coolest. The Argo II is still the best." He lead them inside to find five pairs of bronze wings, with miniature jet turbines on the back.

"I never knew that I wanted one of those until this very moment." Logan exclaimed.

"Are those jetpacks?!" DJ asked, completely ecstatic.

"Yes, yes they are." Leo explained. "I took a design from Dedaelus's laptop and improved upon it. These babies have automatic steering and propulsion systems, and they run on solar power! That's right! Camp Half-blood's goin' green y'all!"

They strapped into the wings and Leo handed DJ a pack of emergency tools. "In case you need to make any repairs." He explained. The four heroes and Grover all turned on the jetpacks and took off into the morning sky.

"This is freaking awesome!" Logan yelled over the howl of the wind. Grover flew in point position, since he was the one that could sense the flute.

"We need to fly towards New Mexico," he yelled to the rest of them, "the flute should be somewhere in that general area."

After an hour or two of flying Logan started getting bored. He tried shooting arrows at billboards down below, and even made a game with it. He nailed a sign for a 7/11 and thought Yes! 50 points! Eventually he decided that this was boring too. His eyes started getting heavy and soon he was fast asleep.

He dreamt he was on Mount Tam, standing in from of the large cluster that was the sky. Oranos spoke out to him from it. "Didn't I warn you?" He taunted.

Last summer, after the quest, Ouranos had warned Logan not to trust Percy. "Yeah, yeah, you told me so." Logan replied.

Ouranos tutted. "Demigods, they never just obey the gods. It's always 'Oh, you said to do this, but I'm gonna do that instead!'Your kind is so predictable."

Logan didn't need to take this. "Percy" was in a coma! He couldn't do anything if he wanted to! Logan was about to tell Ouranos off, when he heard Sarah yell his name. He woke up and realized that he was plummeting out of the sky. He looked at his wings and saw that part of one of them had been shot off!

Logan screamed as he fell 500 feet to the ground below.