Chapter 30! If I had known when I started how popular this thing was gonna be, I'd have started this a LONG time ago. Thanks so much to my loyal reader AmberEmber7, who reviewed Clarisse's chapter maybe five minutes after I posted. Thanks also to the guest who reviewed on Chiron's chapter. (Um, yeah, I know that this isn't what happened. I've read BoO. I just ignore it, like it says in the summary. And so what if my writing style isn't exactly like Uncle Rick's? This is fanfiction :D And thanks for reading.) Thanks also to MarburyBlur, AnnabethJackson PiperGrace, InfiniteBookworm, StarsNeverFade, BronzeDove, another guest, and swaggermuffin (guest)! Okay, done.

MRS. O'LEARY

(Yeah, deal with it. Thanks to whoever suggested this, sorry, I don't remember who it was xD)

Mrs. O'Leary sat back on her hind paws and barked for the salt boy.

The kid in front of her looked confused. "No, Mrs. O'Leary, I don't have any food. Do you want me to get you some? I could…"

The hellhound snorted. Humans were so dense sometimes. "No!" she barked. "Salt boy is nice! Where's salt boy?"

The boy backed up. "Uh, I don't understand dog speak. Sorry." He promptly turned tail and ran away.

Mrs. O'Leary wondered where the boy who smelled like salt had gone. He usually visited her a lot, and she liked him, but now he had disappeared. Maybe he was dead like Old Master. Then she whined, because she missed salt boy and Old Master, even though Old Master had smelled a lot like metal and hellhounds don't like metal. Tastes like celestial bronze, and that kills monsters.

"Mrs. O'Leary!" This was the horse man, who clip-clopped up to her and rubbed her snout. She liked him; he didn't treat her like a dog. "I have some bad news for you, my girl."

"Salt boy?"

Horse man shook his head. "I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about. But I do know that something very bad has happened to Percy Jackson. You know who I'm talking about, right, old girl? Smells like the sea?"

Mrs. O'Leary guessed he meant salt boy. "Salt boy?"

"Yes, exactly," horse man agreed. She didn't think he really understood her, so she barked again just to make absolutely sure. After all, he was smart, but not that smart.

"Well, old girl, Percy Jackson, well, uh, he was in a fight. With a very big bad monster named, uh, Gaea."

Mrs. O'Leary was happy that Horse Man had made time to come and specially talk to her—she guessed nice salt boy had told him to—but she wasn't sure what he was talking about. "Salt boy is fine! Gaea is dead!" she announced, repeating what she had heard the other campers muttering about. They'd all seemed very sad about it, though. Was Gaea a good person?

"And, well, Gaea is very strong, and Percy didn't exactly survive the fight."

Mrs. O'Leary tilted her head. Didn't survive? Didn't that mean—?

But then—

Oh.

"I am sorry, old girl. I know how much Percy meant to you, and especially after losing Daedalus, you must be so used to such losses, and it is not something just anyone, hellhound or not, should have to be used to. All the campers are very sad over Percy's death, and his special friend Annabeth died too. We grieve their loss. I'll give you some time alone, my girl." With a nod and a slight bow, Horse Man turned and clip-clopped away.

Mrs. O'Leary thought about her Old Master, who Horse Man had called Daedalus. Was that his name? Hmph. Human names were so complicated. She didn't like human names. And she didn't like it when the humans she liked went and died on her. Didn't they know that they were supposed to stay alive and take care of her? She wasn't dumb. She knew that some of the campers were scared of her, because she was a hellhound. But the other hellhounds were mean. She liked kids. (Mostly, anyway.)

Mrs. O'Leary remembered the kid she liked the most—Salt Boy. He had been friendly from the beginning, and hadn't run away screaming in fear when she'd licked him like some people (ahem, shiny yellow cabin people). And he had taken care of her when Old Master had died. He was a nice boy.

But he was happy, because everybody was happy after they died. That was what the Underworld was for. She should know; she'd come from it, after her fellow hellhounds had laughed at her for being such a baby and not wanting to kill kids. But it wasn't really her fault. She was nice. Was that so wrong for a monster?

Apparently, according to her sisters and brothers. They'd been perfectly nice to her before.

Mrs. O'Leary decided that Salt Boy was a better brother than her real brothers, and he wasn't even a hellhound.

But being her brother made him a hellhound in her book, and hellhounds honored each other's death by a special howl. Mrs. O'Leary had only had cause to use the special howl once before, when her Old Master had died. She'd never used it for a hellhound, unless Old Master had been one.

Making one last decision to help her Salt Boy, Mrs. O'Leary raised her head to the sky and howled.

I liked this little peek into Mrs. O'Leary's head. Review/follow/fav/request please! And also remember to check that I haven't already done the person before you request. Or you can ask for a part two if you want. :)