AN: Hey all! this will be a shorter chapter. just a heads up on whats happening with mother Hera and Blackjack. Isn't Hera so evil! anyway, please read and review!
Blackjack
Blackjack sniffed the ground, determined to find the thief that seemed so familiar. When the black haired thief had tried to ride him the horse had had to do a double take. This boy-thief looked exactly like his old master, but Blackjack didn't have time to think about this as he noticed the thief had the satchel in his filthy hands.
Now the noble horse was sniffing about for the thief. He had been following the scent of ocean, but he had lost the scent long ago. He looked up when he saw a piece of paper hanging from a tree branch. It certainly looked like Percy Jackson, but there was something wrong. Blackjack covered up the portrait's nose and realized it was Percy Jackson. He tore the picture off the tree and shredded it with his teeth.
Suddenly, he heard rustling from his right. He hid behind a rock and pulled a branch down to hide himself. Unfortunately, the shape of the bush and the rock looked like a horse, so it didn't work too well. When the person was close enough Blackjack jumped out to surprise the person.
Mother Hera
Hera was headed to the stream where Rapunzel's paints were from. She had only headed out that day so she hadn't gotten far. Just as she passed a rock that looked suspiciously like a horse, an actual horse jumped out at her. She jumped back in surprise and the horse looked ready to kill something. But the horse looked disappointed and turned to leave.
"A palace horse." Hera thought, then got a horrible thought, "Where's your rider? Annabeth!" Hera bolted back towards the tower, worried her flower had been taken from her. She reached the tower in half the time it took her to get to where she had been from the tower. "Annabeth, let down your hair." No answer. "Annabeth?" Again, no answer.
Hera moved to the back of the tower and uncovered the secret passage into the tower that Annabeth never knew about. Hera got to the main room of the tower and searched frantically for the girl but she was no where to be seen. The woman left the tower with a murderous glare on her face, ready to kill whoever took her flower from her.
AN: There it is. A little short, but the scene is really short. New chapter to come soon. R&R please!
