Quest... Again

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      Percy sat at the edge of the beach, where the sand and water met. His knees were pulled up to his chest with a coke in his right hand, while his left arm wrapped around his legs. It was around midnight, and Percy couldn't sleep.

     The sound of footsteps brought Percy out of his dreadful thoughts. He looked up to see a person wearing a marathon number on a sleeveless shirt, with a pair of sport shorts, and tennis shoes, with a mailman's sack on his shoulder. "Mind if I join you?"

     Percy shrugged, "Sit, have a drink. Or don't, it's your choice."

     The man smiled and sat down on the sand. He reached over to Percy's side, where the case of Coca Cola lay, and grabbed one. He opened it and drank, a smile on his face.

     The man sighed. "It's been so long since I've sat down. My legs are SO sore." He said.

     Percy laughed softly. "So, Hermes, I presume?"

     Hermes looked at Percy shocked. "How'd you know?"

     "The troublemaker smirk. Same as your kids. They all have it." Percy said.

     "Oh, well, what are you gonna do about the quest?"

     "Nothing, Clarisse was chosen."

     "So you're just gonna let that stop you? I think you should go on it."

     "What's your real reason for me going on this quest? What do you desire from it?" Percy said, looking into Hermes' eyes.

     "I want you to talk to my son..." He mumbled.

     "Alright, I'm sure we could strike a deal." Percy said with a smile.

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     Percy hit the pillow and fell asleep instantly. Between the fact that he was on another quest, and it was past midnight when he even talked to Hermes, he was pretty tired.

     Hermes sent him and Tyson in the right direction for the quest. Percy had prayed to his dad so they could get to this cruise ship. Poseidon lent a couple of Hippocampus for them to ride.

      The ship was empty when they boarded. Percy and Tyson made their way to the floor with all the cabins on it. They chose rooms that were across from each other, which brings us to the present.

     In his dreams, Percy found himself in a cave. He was confused for a minute before he heard a deep voice. "Honey Pie!"

     Percy instantly connected the dots. It was the thing that took Grover. Percy turned around to see Grover working at a loom. Working on what looked like a... wedding dress? The more Percy observed, he realized that he was unraveling the bridal train.

     Percy watched as Grover outsmarted the cyclops. Even though Percy hated lying, he had to appreciate a good one, and Grover's deserved 50 gold stars. After the Cyclops left, Percy had a chance to talk to Grover.

     "It's the fleece, Percy!"

     "The fleece?"

     "The Golden Fleece. It radiates nature energy. It lures satyrs in and then Polyphemus eats them! You have to help me. It'll save me and also save future satyrs."

     "And it could save the camp! Okay, where are you?"

     "In the Sea of Monsters."

     "Where in there?"

     "30, 31, 75, 12."

     "I'm guessing those are coordinates. Alright, hang tight."

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     Percy woke up to an announcement from a very cheery guy with an Australian accent. "Good morning, passengers! We'll be at sea all day today. Excellent weather for the outdoor mambo party! Don't forget million-dollar bingo in the Kraken Lounge at one o' clock, and for our special guests, disemboweling practice on the Promenade!"

     The morning was hectic. Percy and Tyson quickly figured out that the ship was full of monsters, so they had to sneak around. Eventually they made their way to the statesman room, where they found Luke. And a bunch of monsters. And a golden sarcophagus that radiated evil. Yeah, Percy had an urge to punish the sarcophagus, but he didn't know how he would do that. Oh, and the traitorous bitch named Annabeth was there.

     "Well, nice of you to join the party!" Luke said.

A/N. So, I'm feeling better. It was just a cold. I was finally able to finish this chapter. Probably the worst case of writer's clock I've had yet. Anyway, I shouldn't have another problem, but who knows?

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