Crimson Rivers [1] - Percy jackson

Chapter 4: The Quest

The next morning, Chiron moved Percy  to cabin three. He didn’t have to share with anybody. And he looked like he was was absolutely miserable. Nobody mentioned the hellhound, but got the feeling they were all talking about it behind my back. The attack had scared everybody. It sent two messages: one, that he was the son of the Sea God; and two, monsters would stop at nothing to kill him and apperantly me but i dont know how i fit into this. They could even invade a camp that had always
been considered safe.

The other campers steered clear of us as much as possible. I  still taught percy Greek in the mornings, but I was
distracted. After lessons, I'd  would walk away muttering to muself: “Quest…
Poseidon?…Dirty rotten…Got to make a plan…” Even Clarisse kept her distance, though her venomous looks made it clear she wanted to kill him for breaking her magic spear. I knew somebody at camp resented us, because one night we were walking and inside the doorway to his cabin was a mortal newspaper dropped inside the doorway, a copy of
the New York Daily News, opened to the Metro page. The article took him
almost an hour to read, because the angrier he got, the more he said  the words floated around on the page.

BOY AND MOTHER STILL MISSING AFTER FREAK CAR ACCIDENT
BY EILEEN SMYTHE Sally Jackson and son Percy are still missing one week after their mysterious disappearance. The family’s badly burned ’78 Camaro was discovered last Saturday on a north Long Island road with the roof ripped off and the front axle broken. The car had flipped and skidded for several hundred feet before exploding. Mother and son had gone for a weekend vacation to Montauk, but left hastily, under mysterious circumstances. Small traces of blood were found in the car and near the scene of the wreck, but
there were no other signs of the missing Jacksons. Residents in the rural area reported seeing nothing unusual around the time of the accident. Ms. Jackson’s husband, Gabe Ugliano, claims that his stepson, Percy Jackson, is a troubled child who has been kicked out of
numerous boarding schools and has expressed violent tendencies in
the past. Police would not say whether son Percy is a suspect in his
mother’s disappearance, but they have not ruled out foul play. Below are recent pictures of Sally Jackson and Percy. Police urge anyone with information to call the following toll-free crime-
stoppers hotline. The phone number was circled in black marker.

He wadded up the paper and threw it away, then flopped down in my bunk
bed in the middle of my empty cabin. I decided he needed to be alone and went to my cabin to go to bed.  That night, I had my worst dream yet. I was running along the beach in a storm. This time, there was a city behind me. Not New York. The sprawl was different: buildings spread farther apart, palm trees and low hills in the
distance. About a hundred yards down the surf, two men were fighting. They
looked like TV wrestlers, muscular, with beards and long hair. Both wore flowing Greek tunics, one trimmed in blue, the other in green. They grappled with each other, wrestled, kicked and head-butted, and every time they connected, lightning flashed, the sky grew darker, and the wind rose. I had to stop them. I didn’t know why. But the harder I ran, the more the wind blew me back, until I was running in place, my heels digging uselessly in the sand.

Over the roar of the storm, I could hear the blue-robed one yelling at the
green-robed one, Give it back! Give it back! Like a kindergartner fighting
over a toy. The waves got bigger, crashing into the beach, spraying me with salt. I yelled "Stop it! Stop fighting!" The ground shook. Laughter came from somewhere under the earth, and a
voice so deep and evil it turned my blood to ice. Come down, little hero, the voice crooned. Come down! The sand split beneath me, opening up a crevice straight down to the center of the earth. My feet slipped, and darkness swallowed me. I woke up, sure I was falling. I was still in bed in cabin eleven. My body told me it was morning, but it
was dark outside, and thunder rolled across the hills. A storm was brewing. I
hadn’t dreamed that. I went for a walk and saw Grover at Percy's door and stopped