Hey guys! Today is Percy's birthday! Blue donuts and brownies for all!

Today we have one question, followed by a sneak peek of the story that Cyb3rHydra(ThineWorstEnemy) and I will post on Archive of Our Own soon!

Also suffering mental depression from VLD season 7 *cough cough*

Enjoy!

To Leo: Since you're immune to fire (Which generally includes immunity to burning up) does that mean that you can eat as much ambrosia and drink as much nectar as you want? -Bunearybunny

Annabeth: Well, let's first consult the Ultimate Guide for everything greek and geeky.

"The healing god food used in emergencies, when demigods are seriously hurt. Ambrosia will cure almost any injury, although too much can make a demigod feverish and kills mortals. At Camp Half-Blood ambrosia comes in squares in sealed bags. On Mount Olympus you can buy it on a stick."

Leo: So . . . it can't kill us either way?

Annabeth: It can make want to die.

Leo: Uh... how?

Annabeth: It make you feel like you're slowly burning up and dying.

Annabeth: Luckily, it passes by in about 3 days.

Leo:

Leo: So am I immune or not?

Annabeth: Well . . .

Annabeth: I don't think so?

Leo: ;-;

Leo: Well, I at least have a higher tolerance I guess.

Annabeth: Why would you need to eat so much ambrosia or nectar anyways?

Leo: You don't need to. It becomes . . .

Leo:

Leo: *whispers* drugs

Annabeth: *g a s p*

Sneak peek! The Tyrant's Tomb, Fan Chapter 1

2/14/19 A/N: This idea has been scrapped. I might rewrite it with OCs in the future... I'm leaving it here, just because maybe some of you would still want to read it :D

1

Perilous plane flight,

I become a sack of meat

Meg, hurt them. NOT ME.

The plane was entering the landing phase when I woke up. Ah yes. I love it when the plane tilts 30 degrees sideways, and makes me feel like I'm half dead.

Though I guess you could say I kind of am. Downgrading from god to mortal is like a death sentence. If you get the opportunity to experience it, don't!

While I was sleeping, I'd been subconsciously leaning against Meg, who was wide awake, fully irritated, and attempting to shove me off of her, since I had been nothing more than a senseless sack of meat. I straightened, and leaned over Meg to take a peek out of the window. Not too far in the distance were the classic yellow stripes on the runway, beckoning us.

Meg slammed the window shutter down in front of my face, almost hitting my nose.

"This is for trying to make me be the wall." She growled, delivering a swift, vicious kick to my shin. (Which hurt, if you didn't know. Meg is highly skilled in making others feel pain.)

The intercom crackled as the pilot spoke. "We have landed in the Oakland Airport in San Francisco. Please wait until we have fully stopped before exiting. Thank you, and have a nice day."

Being the good person I was, I waited until the plane made a complete stop before unbuckling my seatbelt and hauling Meg out of the plane. (This almost got me a punch in the face. Good times.) The pilot gave us a brief farewell before driving towards the refueling center.

Apparently, flying with a dead person is completely legal, as long as you tell the people who organize the flights. Who knew? We eventually made it out of the airport, after struggling with baggage claim and trying to find our way through the mazes of people.

Why did Zeus have to make airports so complicated? Curses!

That's when our driver, ordered by Tristan McLean himself, pulled over. Mr. McLean might not have known anything about the demigod world, but he had the amazing ability to provide us with an spectacular car. It was a red Maserati, just like my very own!

It was just missing a few lasers, flamethrowers, and Hephaestian bumper blades. Shame. However, the car did have my favorite radio station: Sunny 99.1.

We loaded everything into the trunk and told the driver to take us to the Caldecott Tunnel. Even Meg was silent on the trip to Camp Jupiter, which was not normal for her. (You'd know this if you've been following our adventures (wink wink)). The trip was supposed to take around 20 minutes, but it seemed to last an eternity. (Which, in my case, still isn't that long...) I glanced around the car, looking for any strange behavior which would indicate at monsters following us. Meg was asleep, turning into the hunk of meat I was on the airplane. She subconsciously rubbed her fingers over the rings on her hand. I really hoped that she didn't start sleepwalking and attempt to kill me.

I checked around us from a window of the car when I suddenly see a blur in the corner of my eye. Trying to be as casual and calm as possible, I shake Meg awake.

"Wake up. We're almost there." I mutter. She groans and stretches her arms.

The car's internal clock read 12:47 PM.

"We missed lunch…" Meg grunted. "And I'm craving seven layer dip."

"We'll grab some food at Camp Jupiter." I assured her.

There's another blur.

Meg turned. "Did you see that?"

"Yeah. Well, we're being followed. Like always." I replied. "Don't worry, though. I can see the camp up ahea-"

Of course, that's when everything goes awry. There's an ear-splitting screech, and a gryphon's claws dig into the sides of the car and toss us into the air, flipping us over, and for a brief moment, we are suspended upside-down in midair, before reality crashes down again and slams us into a ditch by the side of the road. As I struggled to remain conscious and rid myself of the ringing in my ears, screeches chorused from above us, all with the intent of making some demigod pancakes for breakfast. Yum yum.

The gryphons swooped in for the kill.

Yayyy! There's your cliffhanger! I hope you enjoyed today's chapter, because Cyb3r and I definitely had a fun time writing it.

Have a nice day! (Or night.)

-kittydj