Snow White- Percy Jackson¹ (Slow Updates)

Chapter Eight

The Kids Get Advice From A Poodle (While Snow cuddles it)

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Suffice to say, they were all miserable that night. They camped out in the woods, a hundred yards from the main road, in a mushy clearing that local kids have used for parties. And their environment showed for that with the flattened soda cans and fast food wrappers. 

They decided to take shifts, with Percy volunteering to take the first watch. Despite how tired she was after the Medusa incident, Snow couldn't find it in herself to submit into the feeling. She just stared at Annabeth's back, watching her body slightly rise and fall. Her back was facing Percy, and because of that she could hear his conversation with Grover after the boy failed to get his friend to sleep.

"It makes me sad, Percy." Grover said.

"What does? The fact you signed up for this stupid quest?"

"No, this makes me sad," He pointed to the ground that was littered with trash. "And the sky, you can't even see the stars. They've polluted the sky. This is a terrible time to be a satyr."

"Oh yeah. Only you would be an environmentalist." Said Percy.

The glare Grover gave him could even be felt by Snow. 

"Only a human wouldn't be. Your species is clogging up the world so fast ... ah, never 

mind. It's useless to lecture a human. At the rate things are going, I'll never find Pan."

Snow felt like that was a little unfair. There are some people who are advocating for the planet, though she guessed even they are a dime a dozen. 

"Pam? Like the cooking spray?" Percy stupidly asked.

Snow bit her lip, refraining herself from letting out a laugh, or shaking her body.

"Pan!" He cried indignantly. "P-A-N. The great god Pan! Why do you think I want a searcher's license for?"

Within the murky and horrible stench, came a pleasant breeze and smell of the grass, the clear-rain, berries and wildflowers. Snow smiled sadly, wondering when it was the last time she's smelt those aromas. How long she had forgotten what it was like to lie on the grass, letting them tickle your legs and arms, while watching the clouds roll by and letting the sun warmly kiss your face.

Blinking away, the tears, Snow tightly shut her eyes, wanting the sleep to come quick and fast. She didn't want to be left alone by her own thoughts anymore. Fortunately, her answers came not from sleep, but from the boys' conversations once more. Snow felt bad for eavesdropping, but she couldn't just turn off her ears.

"And you want to be a searcher." Percy said.

"It's my life's dream," he said. "My father was a searcher. And my Uncle Ferdinand ... the statue you saw back there-"

"Oh, right, sorry."

Grover shook his head. "Uncle Ferdinand knew the risks. So did my dad. But I'll succeed. I'll be the first searcher to return alive."

"Hang on-the first?"

"No searcher has ever come back," Grover said, taking out his reed pipes. "Once they set out, they dissapear. They're never seen alive again." 

"Not once in two thousand years?"

"No."

"And your dad? You have no idea what happened to him?"

"None."

"But you still want to go," Percy said, amazed. "I mean, you really think you'll be the one to find Pan?"