Hey guys, sorry i planned on posting yesterday but i was really pissed off at the rioters in london. I'm not here to rant so lets get back to our beloved story shall we? ;)

The sun shone into the window of the old room and woke me up. It was around mid morning and the city sounded busy outside. I gently nudged Ashlynn off of my chest so I could get up. She stayed asleep despite the loss of her pillow of muscle walking outside for some fresh air. The oracle was placed at his stool, selling the latest teen magasines to a bunch of teen drama queens. I stood beside him on the very pavement that my dad and the other heroes once stepped on.

"Had a nice sleep?" he asked.

"Its was nice thank you." I replied.

"No it wasn't. The couch was rock solid and Ashlynn was mumbling in her sleep." The man replied. I remebered he knew everything.

"Well, I'm not really in a position to complain am I?"

The old man smiled. "Ha, well at least tonight you will have your own bed. The brownstone has magical borders that will keep anyone, or anything of Mythological descent from harming you. I recommend you two rest up for a few nights. Darkness is growing more powerful, but is a long and slow process. He will not be going anywhere soon. Both of you have come far. You might want to recuperate there."

I nodded. Ashlynn came out of the doorway smiling at me with her messy hair and pretty smile. A sanctuary from ancient greece was very appealing. I told Ashlynnwhat the oracle had just said and well, she seemed ready to sleep for several days. I grabbed my bag from inside and we prepared to take the tripacross town, when I stopped.

"Oracle I have one last question-"

He stopped me from continuing. "The answer you seek is within the brownstone."

Great, I remembered how Cryptic he liked to be. we proceeded, following google maps and the address given. An hour later, we came across an old house with multiple stories. It had a bit of a victorian design. The number was there though. 22. I looked for a keyhole, but there was no sign, only a curcular indent above the handle.

I couldn't seem to figure it out, but ashlynn was rummaging through her backpack and took out the golden pendant that pan gave to her. she gracefully placed the golden pendant into the indent. It matched perfectly. Upon contact, the pendant glowed dimly and the sun dial on it rotated back, the forth. the door unlocked and opened for us. I came back to me. Archies book. The pendants were keys to Mount Olympus. I didn't know it was the key for the brownstone however.

As we entered the room, I expected the place to be full of dust and to be rotting from the inside out. The place was squeakly clean, like someone had cleaned up just for us. Closing the door behind us, I stepped into the living room. It was larger than what I thought it would have been. Easily enough room to satisfy seven teenagers. There were eight bedrooms. Each hero had one then a spare for Athena, I recalled. Ashlynn was quick to choose her mothers bedroom as her choice of rest. She knew it was her because there was still a massive greenpeace poster on the wall. I worked my way from bottom to top. There was room full of computers and books: Odies. The screens would never let me get to sleep. There was another room in the basement. It was visually appealing. The bed was large and there were posters of playboy posers on the walls everywhere. Not to mention a collection of lead weights. But my spidey skills were running on the ceiling of my brain screaming to stay away from this room. There was a feeling of death and emptyness about the room which made me shut the door within seconds of looking in.

The ground floor had no bedrooms besides the spare, and I dared not intrude on the bedroom of the goddess of war. No matter how nice the book depicted her. The floor above had three rooms: The greenpeace room, which Ashlynn had already claimed. next door was a room with a massive, but empty closet and the biggest mirror I had ever seen. there were a few posters of Neil, the egotistic himself. I was not feeling like going to sleep with those posters staring at me, so I moved on. At the end of the hall was a blue room. There was a bed, a counter, and that was it. The room still seemed to have a whiff of axe spray deodorant, and I found a drawer full of love poems. Some of the sappiest things I had ever read. It was funny because I knew who they were all about. I made my way to the final floor which consisted of two rooms and a doorway to the roof.

My senses seemed to like it up here. It was like there was a mental ice cream shop and my mind was craving ice cream. The first room was pale blue. There was a desk full of papers and books. And a massive poster of a sailboat blueprints above it. The room had a sunroof and a woven bench on the side. This was my dad's room for sure. No missing the sailing bleprint. It was the exact same one he had in his study. Being in Toronto, he told me that he had sold the boat, but I think he was lying. He told me of when he went solo across the Atlantic ocean and supposedly fought off a giant squid and an evil witch who loved pigs on his travels. I was always convinced that he made those up. But would he really have sold something that was once upon a time his lifeline? I decided to search further into the desk drawers. he wouldn't mind, seeing that he had not been here for many years.

Sure enough, I found a pair of keys that had a small stuffed seal keychain. Looked like he hadn't sold it after all. But that wasn't all. I found a wierd remote control with only three buttons. Out of pure curiosity, I pressed the big red button. The was the noise of crunching gears, and the bed, the poster, and the bench all flipped into the wall and were replaced with racks of weapons. There were swords, spears, suits of armor, guns, and some more guns. There was also a cased up tuxedo and aviator glasses. Surprised and frightened, I pressed the button again, and they all flipped back to the original furniture. I tucked the remote away, scared that there might have been some bomb hooked up to this place. I found one more thing that caught my eye. A necklace. I pulled it out and sure enough, it was the same type of pendant that Ashlynn had, except for an A, there was a J. Knowing of the peice of jewellery's potential, I took it and put it in my pocket. I decided that this seemed to be the most appropriate room for me. Going downstairs, I found Ashlynn sitting on the couch flipping through channels. She smiled when she saw me come downstairs.

"You know Herry, since we've been together, we haven't really been on a date, have we?"

I laughed. "No we haven't. We've been too busy staying alive."

She smiled. "How about a movie then? The theatre up the road looks a little too beaten up for my taste. But "3 guys, 4 girls, a bucket and an island" is on in a minute.

"Sounds good." I smiled and sat down, relaxed beside her. She leant into my shoulder and I wrapped my arm around her waist. It was one awesome movie...

I decided to have a little fun with this chapter, seeing as this story is so damn depressing at times. Anyways, review and I hoped you enjoyed this chapter of cribs. JK this isn't cribs XD.