Old Stories New Hero's

by CrystalFabray

To the modern world, the Greek Myths are just that, myths. However, to a select few, these Myths are reality. They live and breathe these myths, rightfully so as the Gods are their parents. Camp Half-Blood is a safe space for all the children of the Greek Gods, however, for Mako, her parent is yet to claim her.

7. We Get Advice From A Poodle

That night, we camped out in the woods, about a hundred or so yards from the main road. The clearing we were using had been previously occupied by large parties, and it was obvious as it was littered with flattened cans and various fast-food wrappers. We grabbed some food and blankets from Aunty Em's, however, I stopped them from lighting a fire because I didn't want any Monsters to attack us. Percy opted to take the first watching shift, but I told him if he wanted to stay up he could, I'd be the one on guard duty. I had climbed onto a low-hanging branch and had posted myself there. I could see Annabeth had gone to sleep, and both Grover and Percy decided to stay up to talk. When the sun started to creep up above the clouds, I squinted into the sunlight. I dropped down from my perch just as Percy was waking up. "Well, the zombie lives." Annabeth commented.

"How long was I asleep?" Percy yawned.

"Long enough for me to cook breakfast." Annabeth tossed a bag of chips into Percy's lap. "Mako hasnt been able to spot any monsters all night, and Grover went exploring. Look, he found a friend." Percy turned to our Satyr companion who was sitting cross-legged on a blanket with the pink poodle on his lap. The poodle yapped, eyeing Percy distrustfully.

"No, he's not." Grover said.

"Are you...talking to that thing?" Percy wondered. The poodle growled at him.

"This thing is or ticket west. Be nice to him."

"You can talk to animals?"

"Percy, meet Gladiola. Gladiola, Percy."

"I'm not saying hello to a pink poodle. Forget it." I grabbed Percy's shoulder, glaring at him.

"I am not a nice person, I said hello to the pink poodle, Annabeth said hello to the pink poodle, do it so we can get out of here! The poodle growled...Percy said hello to the poodle. Grover explained to us that Gladiola had run away. He was owned by a local rich family who were offering a $300 reward for his return. He was willing to go back to his family if it meant helping Grover.

"How does Gladiola know about the reward?" Percy asked.

"He reads the signs." Grover said. "Duh."

"So we turn in Gladiola." Annabeth strategized. "We get money, and we buy tickets to Los Angeles. Simple."

"Not another bus." Percy pleaded.

"No."

"I scouted around last night and came across an amtrac station a half-mile that way." I said, jutting my thumb out behind me. "Gladiola says that the westbound train leaves at noon."