I am sososososososo x 74 sorry! I know, I swore on the Styx, but I was forced to watch Doctor Who again with my friend, Skittles, and We watched Doomsday and I was in tears, then after that I had creativity block forever, until I finally mustered up this short chapter. Doctor Who does that to you...

Then there's the matter that Christmas is in like, 5 days (4 for some), so that got me busy. Also, my teachers completely believe that "Christmas is the season of giving" and keep me up to my shoulders in homework.

Good news! I have a social life! It was ever since I started doodling a lot more than I was suppose to in class, and a ton of other kids did that too, so... we bonded over artwork. Hurrah! Nanu Kitty has a social life!

Yeah... well, time for review replies!

owlcat92: You sure know how to confuse people... but thanks!

Brackenfern: Because, you know, Fenrir's a wolf, and she has a rough history with him, if you go back to trains and Rabbit, you'll see.

Scaket: Yeah, thanks for that! I forgot to say thanks in the other chapters, sorry for that... I fixed it, I think.

Disclaimer: My gift to Rick Riordan: the rites to PJO and all the other books he read. Merry Christmas!

Chapter 17

Owl's POV (1st person)

It had been several hours before I made it to the other side of the wall. A demigod was on her knees in chains.

I wasn't able to slip through the crack yet, but I was almost there. One hour later I was through.

The girl looked up at me wearily. I gave a little wave and began working on her chains, my legs shaking from the different type of torture here. It felt like falling forever with a cactus stuck to you, on both sides of your body.

Once I finished the last chain with my dandy lock-picking skills, we just kind of nodded to each other. The cells seemed to have a specialty with throats, making it so nobody could talk.

I helped the girl up and supported her light weight with my little strength, then pointed to another crack. She nodded and helped me work on it. We got to the other side in a few hours again— the work was faster with two— and slid through.

The torture was different in all the cells, I realized. In this one, it changed from feeling like you were being crushed to feeling like you were being pulled every which way. A raggedy boy slumped in the chains.

Me and my new friend worked on his chains, and within a matter of minutes, he was free. The boy look at us fearfully for a second, as if thinking that we were going to kill him, then thought better of it as he saw how tired and raggedy we looked ourselves.

I began on the next crack, and we all kept working through the cells, the work going faster as we gathered more people.

I was leading a prison break.

Fox's POV

They had stopped to eat and sleep once, then got to Florida at around 2 PM the next day. They stood at the shore of the Atlantic Ocean.

"You ready, boy?" Fox asked tentatively. Sleipnir let out a whinny and pawed the ground. "Then let's go." and they took off, leaving ocean spray behind them. Fox had to close his eyes from time to time so that the wind and ocean didn't sting them. They passed a few uninhabited islands, but beyond those, it was just blue.

About 5 minutes into their journey, a giant tentacle rose up from the water and blocked there path. It was as thick as a tree trunk, but not just any tree; a heart-of-the-rain-forest type of tree. It had swords, spears, daggers, javelins, and a ton of other weapons lodged in it.

Sleipnir tried to jump it in a moment of panic, but in midair seemed to realize that that was a bad idea, since the tentacle was at least 5 times taller that he was. He hit the pink, fleshy tentacle with his four front hooves around the middle, pushing himself away, then turning around in the air just before he hit the water and had to keep running around in circles to keep from sinking.

Unfortunately, when he had kicked off, the force of it jerked Fox off. He clang desperately to a sword sticking out of the tentacle and placed his foot on a dagger. They weren't going to last long though; they had rust all over them and were starting to break.

To make matters worse, the tentacle started moving. It rose up, leaving Fox dangling from the breaking sword. Several more appeared, blocking Sleipnir from going anywhere. He whinnied in agitation as he ran in circles, sending up sea spray.

The tentacles waved around, jerking Fox this way and that, until the sword he was clinging to snapped and sent him flying. Sleipnir charged to catch him, but a tentacle was ready and slapped him back into Asgard.

Fox crashed into the Atlantic Ocean, thrashing about, but his sword weighed him down. So down he fell, running out of oxygen and getting crushed by the water pressure. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a giant blue eye surrounded by the same pink flesh on the tentacles, and a tentacle wrapping around his waist.

Then he blacked out.

Voila! I'm not going to make any promises, but I should have the next one up around Christmas.

Also, I noticed that I have two more... favorites? I think they were favroites. But if you know could leave a review, that would mean a lot to me and make you awesome people!

Well, until next time and a Merry Christmas to all! Hmm... maybe I should save that 'till the next chapter...

One more thing! If I don't update until after Christmas, tell me what you got! I'm always interested to see if its just my family that always gets oranges/chocolate oranges in our stockings!