¹𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 ━ 𝗽. 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗼𝗻

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─── ❛ an old married couple ❜ ───

AFTER A LONG, UNCOMFORTABLE drive with thalia and zoë bickering, the group of five (phoebe didn't go because she got injured for wearing the stoll's shirt, shocker.) had finally arrived at their destination. a convenience store.

she picked up some chips and water for their long run, she thought that the quest would be very straightforward. they had zoë on their side, if anyone could make the quest successful, it's going to be her.

her foolish dreams came to an end when grover said that the acorns showed him that they should be going to d. c. and not the west. they all got out of the store.

"grover, are you sure?" thalia said.

"well... pretty sure. ninety-nine percent. okay, eighty-five percent."

"and you did this with acorns?" bianca asked, like she couldn't believe it.

grover looked offended. "it's a time-honored tracking spell. i mean, i'm pretty sure i did it right."

"d.c. is about sixty miles from here," bianca said. "nico and i..." she frowned. "we used to live there. that's... that's strange. i'd forgotten."

"i dislike this," zoë said. "we should go straight west. the prophecy said west."

"oh, like your tracking skills are better?" thalia growled.

zoë stepped toward her. "you challenge my skills, you scullion? you know nothing of being a hunter!"

"oh, scullion? you're calling me a scullion? what the heck is a scullion?"

"girls! it's too early to fight." isabella said with a frown. "and zoë, really? a scullion? thought you knew better than to say those kinds of insults."

the huntress felt ashamed, but she didn't really show it.

"and thalia, for the love of gods, stop trying to make every single thing into an argument." the punk girl was about to speak, but isabella interrupted her. "if we don't get along, this quest will be more difficult than it needs to be. all of us have a purpose to even accept this quest, i don't want to fail just because you two refuse to grow the fuck up."

there was a moment of silence.

"grover's right," bianca said, breaking the uncomfortable environment. "d.c. is our best bet."

zoë didn't look convinced, but she nodded reluctantly. "very well. let us keep moving."

"you're going to get us arrested, driving," thalia grumbled. "i look closer to sixteen than you do."

"perhaps," zoë snapped. "but i have been driving since automobiles were invented. let us go."

"girls!"

zoë won the fight

as they got closer to washington, isabella's uneasiness augmented. she had a feeling that they were being watched, even followed.