"Leo, man, Festus is acting up again. He really needs a walk." Jake informed me.

"On it." I answered, and sped off toward bunker nine.

Now, before you go all 'But Festus broke!' on me, let me explain. I was able to fix Festus, and now he can either A, control the Argo II, or B be a bronze dragon. He is AWESOME for quests. But, the care and keeping of a big, heavy, metal dragon doesn't come with a handbook. It took us a lot of corroded metal, oil spills, and fire blown just about everywhere to learn how to take care of Festus.

We figured out a routine: He has his oil and tabasco sauce in the morning, then he stretches for a bit, and then he breathes a fireball at something, as part of waking up. Unfortunately, he didn't exactly care what he breathed fire on, so next to his sleeping space are a bunch of Fire proof targets, preventing him from killing any campers or nature spirits. After the flame dies, he oils himself. It turns out that when he tips his ear, oil comes out. It's actually an adaptation, so he can oil himself without having to get someone to help him. When he's done, he goes for a walk. Then, he goes back to sleep, or starts bounding off walls, begging for a flight.

If he doesn't get to do them, he will roast you, bite you, claw you, jump on you, or dump oil on you until comply.

At the den, Festus was so eager to be going, he snorted flames right in my face. At least he doesn't have snot.

I hopped onto his back, and he took off. With a great leap he was in the air, bounding through the clouds. It was definitely one of the nicer chores here at CHB. We wheeled through the sky, with the occasional routine. I could see the whole camp down below. Clarisse was teaching some kids hand to hand combat, I remembered Piper signing up for it. Most of the Demeter cabin were in the fields today, except for Katie, who was busy chasing the Stolls over a prank. Percy and Annabeth were on the beach. Jason and the Apollo cabin were teaching campers some cool archery tricks. Chiron and Mr. D were playing pinochle again. Overall, it was a peaceful day at camp.

I was watching Katie chase Travis up a tree, while Connor snickered quietly in the background. Don't prank with Connor, he always leaves you to be chased by the angry maniac. Anyway, while I was distracted, Festus got spooked by a bird. Lame, right? Big, fire-breathing dragon scared by a duck. Though I wonder if he has Anatidaephobia(the fear that somewhere, somehow, a duck is watching you.

He pretty much bucked me off. I fell through the air, screaming. He had the nerve to snort at me, watching me fall.

"Thank you for nothing, you stupid reptile!"

He looked a bit hurt at that, but if I was ever going to quote Hiccup, now was the time.

Anyway back to reality: AHHHHHH! Ground nearing, not good!

And then I was stopped from crashing to my death by a hand grabbing my arm, and yanking me up.

"OW!"

"Dude. I just saved your life."said Jason.

"I think you dislocated my arm!"

"No gratefulness, thank you? I should just drop you."

"Thank you for dislocating my arm. I would've been fine, but noooo, you just had to rip my arm out."

"Really, Leo?"

Thanks to Guest User 'X', for the idea. I've had fun with these. Next one will come up, soon. REVIEW!