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Chapter 5

Grover POV

The room I woke up in was not a pretty sight. I was lying on the one twin sized bed which was not to comfy by the way. The room smelled just as bad as Percy's ex-stepfather Gabe. Not to mention it was smaller than the attic in the big house. Overall it was a dump.

Sitting on the two seated red checkered couch was Phoebe and Annabeth both sound asleep. Phoebe had drool on her lip and Annabeth mumbled every now and then. Major ammo for future blackmails. It was probably six or seven in the morning. My usual wake up time but I guess the other two sleep in later.

It was nice and gave me time to think.

What were you trying to tell me Percy? I thought. Don't trust who? We haven't met anyone yet. We're going to Asclepius to get an antidote for them. But then who shouldn't we trust? Who was stopping Percy from telling me? Oh gods I hope he's okay. What am I thinking of course he's not okay.

Three of my best friends are sick and dying. Percy could only talk to me because of the empathy link. Even then he was sick. How did he know not to trust someone? It's not like he's been off talking to all of his enemies lately. Most the time it's not even someone he knows. Its just 'I hate you because I'm jealous of your powers or I hate the gods especially the big three so I'm going to pick on you.' Gods, they have it bad.

Thals is a daughter of Zeus and he's pretty much hated by every person because he tends to piss everyone off... except his wife Hera. Even she hates him sometimes. I mean he has gone off and sired quite a few children over the years. So who can blame her.

But I think Nico has it the worst. Being the son of Hades. Well he holds up his name that's for sure, the Ghost King. During the Titan war he brought up a whole undead zombie army. Which is cool but... Ya know. He brings it on himself sometimes though. He does dress like a creepy goth kid all the time. Not to mention that big black skull ring he always wears.

"Whatchya doin Grover?" I jumped at Annabeth's voice.

"Gods! You scared me!"

"Shhhhhh! Phoebe's still sleeping." she whispered harshly. "So what were you doing?"

"Thinking about Percy, Thalia, and Nico."

"You and me both."

I hesitated I needed to tell Annabeth about my dream.

She asked a different question, "How did you do that vine thingy?"

I looked at her and furrowed my eyebrows in thought. I sighed and shook my head, "I don't know. I just did it. I was angry and sick of never being left alone by monsters and gods and everything else in this sick world. It was like when I caused Panic; I just did it."

Annabeth's eyes lit up, "Grover that's it! Pan gave you his final blessing remember?"

"Yeah, so?"

"So! So you have been blessed to be able to things now." Her eyes were sparkling.

I crossed my arms, "You're saying I couldn't do things before?"

She grinned sheepishly. Whatever. I thought. I could pull my own weight when I wanted to.

"So what happened to that eye thing?" I asked changing the subject. She began fishing through her pockets. Pulling out a ripped cloth a red eye unraveled from it.

"This could come in handy some time." a devious smirk appeared on her face.

Phoebe yawned from the couch, "Well the blessed goat has officially awoken the sleeping hunter. I'm pretty sure that makes him my prey."

"Morning to you too, Phoebe." I grumbled.

"So you think you've been blessed by the lord of the wild?"

"Umm, I guess. I mean, I was there when Pan literally told me I was to spread the word that he was dead and then he blessed me."

Phoebe's eyebrows raised with surprise. "You're the one who found Pan! You? Seriously?"

Annabeth shot her a glare, "Just because he's a male and you don't like them doesn't mean he's an idiot."

Phoebe scowled and mumbled an apology. I hate girl drama. It's official.

"We should keep going." Phoebe said, "The sooner we get out of this dump the better."

I nodded in agreement. They needed us now more than ever.

"I never really asked," I said, "What is the oldest castle in the U.S.?"

"Nemacolin Castle." Annabeth answered, "It was built in 1789 in Brownsville, Pennsylvania. But what I don't get is why a god would want to be in that big of a tourist attraction."

"Because gods are self centered." Phoebe gloated like she was a know it all. "Whereas goddesses have to keep all the gods in line."

Annabeth rolled her eyes. I was also personally sick of the rebel against boys huntress.

"So how long 'till we get there?" I asked getting us back on topic.

"It's about an hour and a half from here."

I looked at her a little shocked. She answered before I could ask the question. "We hitched a ride on a trucker while you were unconscious. Drove for a long time and stopped for a rest here. Argus rode a taxi back to camp."

"A taxi isn't such a bad idea. Do we have enough money?" I asked.

She nodded. "Yep if we tell them to step on it though we might have to pay extra."

"We could always take the Gray sister's chariot of damnation." Phoebe put in.

"NO!" Annabeth and I said in unison.

Phoebe jerked, "Gods! No need to freak out about it. So we're not taking the chariot. I didn't realize you'd be so emotional about it."

I'de heard stories from Tyson about that thing. It was not something I wanted to experience for myself.

Annabeth ran her fingers through her hair and sighed, "I still have bad dreams about that thing."

"Better than my dream." I mumbled.

Annabeth looked at me suspiciously, "What dream?"

"I'll tell you in the taxi."

Two demigods and a satyr squished in the back seat of a taxi is not fun. Phoebe refused to sit next to me which was extremely childish from my point of view. Unfortunately for Annabeth that meant she sat squeezed in the middle. She didn't look too happy.

I sighed, "Percy tried to tell me something last night," I explained my empathy link to Phoebe. And told them every part of the dream throughout the taxi ride.

Phoebe's hand covered her mouth but quickly dropped. Probably because Percy is a boy and is not worthy of her sympathy.

Annabeth took a deep shaky breath as her grey eyes stormed with rage. The war side of Annabeth was coming out. Whoever did this would regret the day they were born.

I may be coming out with another PJO fanfic soon. Spoiler- its going to be all about Nico.

Fan quiz question! What color are Percy and Annabeth's eyes?

(If you don't know this you haven't read the series enough so go read them all again. I'de read them again anyway)