Hi! Hope everyone is doing good! I'm doing better than i was last chapter. :) Thanks for the review Sophia. It made my day. :) To all Americans, happy Independence Day! My grandpa told my sister this joke, and I though it was kinda funny. It goes like this:

Grandpa: Does (pick a country) Italy have a Fourth of July?

Kid: No Grandpa. That's a special holiday for America.

Grandpa: So wait, are you telling me that in Italy their days go 2,3,5,6? No number 4?

Yeah, it's a cheesy joke, but it's one I thought was hilarious. My poll is still up. In case you need to vote. I own nothing (though I wish I did) but please do enjoy this chapter. :)

PS: sorry this is a short chapter. I am exhausted from today, between hanging out with my idiotic relatives for almost 12 hours to a private fireworks show that never seemed to end, I'm too exhausted to work on this any more than I already have. I also figured that this would be a good part to stop at. Sorry it's so short!

Thalia's POV

"Now, if you guys don't mind, I have something I need to do." Percy whistled like he was calling for a taxi cab. Nothing happened.

"What was that for?"

"Wait for it..."

The sound of flapping could be heard. A small shape appeared on the horizons outside of the throne room. It slowly grew larger. Four legs, wings, black colored. Is that...?

"Hey Blackjack!"

Percy's Pegasus landed in the middle of the throne room floor and trotted towards his master. He neighed, and the six brothers laughed.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing. He was just asking if we had any donuts on hand. Not even a comment about how there were five other people here that looked like me." Percy turned to Blackjack. "That's just like you though, isn't it? A mind that's honed in on food. Especially tasty foods."

Percy paused, listening to Blackjack. He groaned suddenly, and threw his head back. "Geez buddy! I forgot okay? I'm sorry! Wait what? Holy Hera, I gotta go!" He looked up at everyone as he got on Blackjack. "I might come back."

He was already flying out the window when someone asked where he was going.

"Camp!" was the last thing we heard him say. For a moment everyone stood (or sat) in awkward silence. I broke it.

"So... Should we follow him?"

"Sure. We'll flash you over there," Poseidon said.

The goes concentrated together, and put their hands out in front of them. They started to glow. We disappeared in a flash. No one noticed Pat, sitting at the foot of one of the Olympians' thrones, as if she totally belonged there.

Only later did it occur to me that Pat was a mystery. She gave nothing away. Her backstory. Her feelings. Her opinions. None of it. Almost like she was trained to do it. Though it seemed impossible, a small doubt wriggled inside of me. Was Pat working for the other side?

No. She's too sweet and kind. Too comforting. And besides, and hadn't been given a wish. If she hadn't, and she was working for the other side, she might've wrecked havoc. To be insulted like that... Not good. I hope she isn't mad. There was nothing I could do though. Zeus does what he pleases.

I just hope Pat doesn't get upset.