The Other Heroes of Olympus Book Two; The Vengeance

Myron

"Thank you, Lord Zeus," Myron said.

"You are very welcome, Myron," Zeus said. "Return to Camp Half Blood. Quickly. Your ride is just outside."

Zeus faded away, and Myron busted through the doors. Just outside was a black Ford Explorer, with a golden retriever in the back seat.

A voice came through his earpiece. "Yo, dude, what's happening?" it asked.

"Gee, I don't know, Silverstreak. Probably the fact that I just fought a giant, and you two were out here goofing off," Myron said. Silverstreak was an Autobot recruited by Optimus Prime to protect Myron, like Bumblebee protected Sam Witwicky. He had always been there for him, now here he was.

"Streak, we need to get to camp," Myron said. "Moxie, you're coming, too."

"Alright! Camp Half Blood, here we come!" the dog said. No, Myron wasn't dreaming. The dog was talking. Moxie had been with Myron since he had adopted him. Moxie protected him for his lifetime. He was half dog, half hellhound. He could shape shift to either form at any time.

"Hop in," Silverstreak said. Myron got in the driver side, despite the fact that he couldn't drive yet, as he was only fourteen. But, it was quite a sight.

They got onto the highway, and Myron lay his head on the passenger seat. Moxie lay stretched out on the back seats.

Myron just remembered a remark made by the greedy gold king, Midas on his quest to save the seven most important demigods, that it was nice to see Moxie again. This had really bugged Myron.

"Hey, Moxie. You still up?" Myron asked.

"Yeah," Moxie said. "What's up?"

"Back last year, when we saw Midas-"

"Oh, I know what you're talking about," Moxie said. "Let me tell you the story."

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"Back when Midas first got his power of the golden touch, Hades grew ignorant and wished for Midas to be hunted down, as his greed should be the cause of his death. I went down to the mansion Hades told me to go to, and sneaked up behind Midas. But, boy, was that guy quick. He turned right around, and touched me. I could feel the gold spreading around me. I guess his daughter felt bad for me. She brought me down to the river she was brought to, and I was cured. But, the gold tainted my fur. I was officially golden. When I got killed by Orion about a few decades later, Ares felt pity on me. He granted me speech, and a new body. I was the first golden retriever in that time. I had to stay hidden, so I wouldn't be seen by other mortals, and so they wouldn't think I was another dog. That's when I saw you. You and I were meant to be partners."

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Myron couldn't even think straight. Moxie's story was so sad. He didn't know he went through all this. And he thought his life sucked.

"Jane, how far are we from camp?" Myron asked. Myron got the idea of creating Jane from Tony Stark, and his protocol, J.A.R.V.I.S. Jane was always there for him when he connected her to his life.

"We'll be there by morning, sir," Jane said. "You should get some rest."

Myron drifted off to sleep, and sooner or later, they reached Camp Half Blood. He hoped everyone would believe this story. Mostly Annabeth. She could answer the questions he had.