Hello! 99 chapters, what a huge difference from one! I remember when I started this, thinking you people would all hate it. And it'd be kinda Indiana Jones style/plot line... Not anymore it isn't. But that's okay, cause I like it. And the majority of the 340 reviews this has agree with me. Thanks for those guys. Each message helps me more and more. I feel really bad about last chapter, so I'll try to make this one better. We'll be finishing up now, but not before the 101st chapter. That much is obvious. Thank you guys so much though, I couldn't have done this without you. Thanks! :) I own nothing and enjoy the chapter!

PS: I'm so so sorry, but I felt like rap yesterday and couldnt make myself work on this. Call me selfish, but I thought you guys deserved a better chapter than "he said this, so I said this, then she said this" blah blah blah. Sorry, allergy season is so bad this year.

PPS: sorry this chapter is so short. I'm at Grandma's house, and I'm technically not supposed to be online. But seeing as how she's asleep on the couch, I feel it's safe to update this half chapter. Really sorry guys, but a grandma has rules.

Thalia's POV (didn't like the third person)

Sadly, Percy and I were forced to be the caboose if the train. Not my first choice. I'd have picked first, that way if I say something and he kills me, everyone will know. If he kills me back here, then no one will know and my lifeless body will be left behind to rot.

Happy thoughts coming from yours truly.

Keeping my head turned away from that man, as I refused to acknowledge his presence, I studied the houses as we walked past them.

Short, tall, some looking like apartment buildings, some just small houses. Looking for all the world like any normal town or city, other than the fact that all the buildings were crafted by hand and from red clay.

Not a huge difference from New York City. They have buildings made from red clay too. Maybe. Possibly. Not. Okay, I'm kidding. It's only a slight difference from the Big Apple.

Again, I'm kidding. Learn to take a joke people. And when you do that, lemme take a page from your book. I need to learn to take a joke too. Especially from the guy standing next to me.

Turning to look at me, he said, in an awkward attempt to break the silence, "Hey Thalia? Would you like to hear a joke?"

My silence must've spoken for me. And it did not deliver the message I hoped it would.

"Okay then. What did Y say to Z?"

Again, my silence betrayed me. He seemed to think it showed my inability to comprehend the joke he told me.

See? I can use big words.

"'I don't want to be in a triangle with you and your X!'" He laughed.

It seemed everything wanted to betray me now. My head turned to face him, a sky eyes widened as my mouth dropped open. "Seriously?" I asked, taken aback by this new rumbling laugh

"you so aren't Percy. I don't know who you are!" I exclaimed and stomped my feet angrily. Stupid Anne. Making us stay together. Making sure I was partnered with this freaming emo clone of Percy. This isn't Percy, no matter what anyone says.

Finallh, we came to a stop. The city gates loomed before our small group. This was our last chance to turn back.