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As Christl headed towards Thalia's tree, and consequently the borders of the camp, she was surprised to see that Nyssa and Butch were already waiting for her. Nyssa had packed her own bag of supplies, and a mysterious duffel bag. She was fiddling with some gears and wires absently when she heard Christl walking over; she looked up, smirked and said, "Oh, here comes our fearless leader, ready to lead us on this quest to save the world." Then she patted Christl on the back, and said in a quiet voice, so no one but her and Butch could hear, "Don't worry, the quest will go fine, and if any monster shows up, you can give us all a nice barbeque." She winked, and moved over to say something to Butch, who had nothing but his backpack and the sword that was attached to it.

He looked at Christl, and he raised one eyebrow, and asked, "Got a plan for this little quest?"

"W-well, I uh…." Christl stammered; she hadn't been expecting the sudden question.

But then he grinned, "So we're winging it; my favorite type of plan." He turned, and together, Christl in the lead, they headed to the Camp Half-Blood van parked near Thalia's tree. Christl was surprised when she saw Argus sitting in the driver's seat; she thought the wheel must be hurting the eyes on his palms. Stupid, she thought, smacking herself in the head, you need to focus on the quest, and not dying! Well, Christl thought, the not dying part might be impossible. All the while Christl was arguing with herself, Argus had driven them into New Jersey, and he was approaching the Newark Airport. "So far so good," Butch said, shifting himself into a more comfortable position, "From the looks of the it we'll be there in a few minutes." Christl knew he was happy because he loved anything that moved fast. It was of the traits he acquired from mother, but there was something even more to his smile. She couldn't put a finger to it, but there was a light in his eyes that she'd never seen before.

But there was little time to ponder this, as suddenly, chills flew up her back and the sky turned black; Christl had half a second to relay what her instincts were screaming. "Argus, turn left NOW!" she screamed, a half second too late. Then the world inverted. All three demigods tumbled forward as the car was rammed from the right and went flipping and tumbling along the highway, colliding with other vehicles. Thankfully, the van landed upright, and everyone was able to crawl out. Christl looked around her, everyone seemed ok, but she felt something warm trickling from her forehead and knew she had taken more damage than she thought. She stood up and looked into two familiar ugly faces: the Laistrygonians were back.

"Hello young demigods," the one on the left said, "Sorry about the car, but we need to capture the daughter of Moros, and you wouldn't slow down." The two smirked and moved forward, brimming with confidence. Christl discovered why as she tried to move; the earth was stuck to them, slowing them down to make them easy prey for the giants. Realizing that the giants were in a far better position than they were, everyone knew if something wasn't done, this quest would be over before it had really begun. Nyssa was the first to act, she whipped something out of her duffel bag so fast that no realized what it was until it slammed into the nearest giants leg, exploding on contact and turning him to dust.

Butch and Christl looked at Nyssa in shock, then they saw the staff, it was rather short, at least as staffs go, but at one end were a multitude of orbs dangling dangerously, inside the orbs were high grade explosives, probably mixed in with celestial bronze, and some even contained Greek fire. One of the orbs; presumably the one that had hit the giant was broken, but Nyssa swung the staff around like a crazy person, as if it was normal to be carrying enough explosives to take a hole out of a skyscraper "That's right you big idiot, you better back off, unless you like being scattered to the wind." she screamed at the shocked Laistrygonian.

The giant, while shocked for a second, regained his composure almost instantly. "That stick of yours is rather impressive, but I do have a simple advantage." He said, hefting a cannonball into his arms. Christl, who had been planning to face the giant, instead of saying something brave or courageous, more or less whimpered. She remembered those cannonballs. They hurt. "Do you yield?" the giant asked, clearly confident they would. But then Butch did something very unexpected. He took out his sword and held it in a stabbing position, the he closed his eyes and started moving slowly towards the giant, who laughed. "Foolish demigod, the Earth Mother's magic renders your charge useless, just give up." He chortled, laughing at Butch's attempt to fight. Then Butch closed his eyes in concentration, and he felt the distance between him and the giant bend around him, and he shot forward, until his blade rested perfectly in the giant's huge gut. The giant staggered in surprise, and even as he tried to hit Butch, he disintegrated, covering Butch in yellow monster dust. Christl had completely forgotten, when Butch concentrated, he could bend space around him, moving at unreal speeds. Everyone got up, and dusted themselves off, not bad for a first fight Nyssa thought. But Christl hung her head; all she'd been able to do was freeze up at the sight of those giants, and she was supposed to be the leader of the quest. She didn't say anything however; they needed to keep going, before any of Gaea's others minions could appear. They got into the terminal, and they got through the metal detectors, which shocked Christl, until Butch explained that celestial bronze didn't set off mortal metal detectors. They got on the plane after they passed through the rest of the checkpoints, and they grabbed a row of seats together. They talked in a normal manner, but Christl couldn't relax; every spot of turbulence felt like another one of Gaea's minions try to take them down. Christl, having grown up with her "accidents", many of which involved lightning, knew the feel of a storm, that rushing smell of ozone, the sparky feeling you get running through your hair; so when she felt the storm coming on the plane, she moved before she spoke, and got up, grabbing the duffel bag and backpacks. Butch and Nyssa looked up and began to ask her what was she doing, but before their question could be fully formed, the plane shook, then exploded as a massive lightning bolt cleaved it in half. The plane tilted, and they were thrown into the open air.

Christl screamed as she fell through the sky, bits of the plane falling with her. She looked nearby and saw Nyssa and Butch, both panicking as much as she was. In a flash, Christl remembered something she had learned on TV: If you are falling, make yourself as wide as possible; the wider you are, the slower you fall. Then Christl steeled her insides, she would not let her friends die, they had helped her so much, and they would not fail the quest like this. Christl changed the ring on her finger into Nios, and she swung it at the nearest piece of falling metal. The blade hooked, and the metal began to freeze, Christl pulled the now frozen metal towards herself and turned the metal until it was flat, so she was essentially wider, and her fall began slowing. She looked to Butch and Nyssa, and she reached out and grabbed Butch, who grabbed Nyssa, and they all made themselves as wide as possible, slowing their fall. They began gliding, but it wasn't enough, the ground was still coming up too fast. Christl screamed when she saw the tops of the buildings in an unknown city. Nyssa saw the city below, and thought how lovely it would be to end up as a splatter on a rooftop. But Butch wasn't thinking about any of that, he was sending up prayers to every god he could think of; they really could use some serious interference right now. Then, out of nowhere, the wind began flowing the wrong way, and their fall slowed so much, they practically floated to the ground in a nearby park.

Christl blinked as they landed softly in the grass, "Well that was unexpected."

Nyssa looked over to her, "Did you do that?" she asked, still shaking. Clearly the fall had been a traumatizing experience for her.

"Yea," Christl laughed quietly, "the daughter of the god of doom just saved our lives." They both looked to Butch, who was sitting there with a quizzical look on his face.

"Well," Butch finally began, "I did pray to a bunch of gods, but none of them should've really had much reason to save us. But I guess they still want us alive." Christl wasn't so sure; she didn't believe that any god or goddess would have done that for them. She could've sworn when the wind had started helping them, that she had seen horses (not pegasi, actual horses) and no god she knew of commanded horses and the sky. But she ignored it, it wasn't important. They all decided that they would camp out in the park, then get their bearings straight and figure out where they were. Christl's body felt like absolute mush, so when Butch offered to take the first watch, Christl just nodded and took out a sleeping bag. After a second or two of repositioning herself she passed out.

She dreamt that she had woken up in the park, except that once again, the dirt began to take form, and the familiar shape of Gaea came from the earth "Hello there little pawn," Gaea said, a sleepy happiness in her voice that hadn't been there last time, "I hope you realize by now; I'm the one who saved you, I sent those air spirits to aid you, and I only had to do it because the foolish gods wished to strike you out of the sky."

"Why would the gods try to strike us down? We're on a quest to save them! Stop trying to mess with my head." Christl countered.

"Oh, for very petty reasons, I assure you," Gaea laughed, and as she did the entire park shook, "Zeus has no love for your father, ever since your father sided with the other gods during the Trojan War. You see, your father is like his sisters, the Fates, except a little more…proactive. He actively pushes men to their dooms, but when there is a large war, or something of the like, he pulls together most of his consciousness, and can control who will win, for the most part. He can do this for smaller things I suppose, but ever since the Trojan War, Zeus has your father kept out of Olympus, simply because he chose the other side and caused the Trojans to lose. But Zeus is aware he cannot fight you're father, because he would simply say that Zeus will lose. So Zeus took out his anger on you, and struck you down for being within his realm. It's all so funny!"

"Shut up granny." Christl said, but her brain was processing too many things at the moment. Could Zeus really have tried to kill them? Did he really hate her dad that much?

"Remember what the gods have done to you because of their simple little arguments when you make your choice, Christl Walker. Why should you defend those would kill you because of an argument amongst themselves? I have yet to try and kill you; I have even saved your life now." Gaea whispered. "I'll leave you to your quest for now foolish one; maybe by the time your choice arrives, you will see whose side is right." Then she gave a mighty yawn, and slipped back into the earth.

So yea, the gliding thing is true and so is the thing about Moros, see you next time!