𝗚𝗢𝗟𝗗𝗜𝗘! 𝙥. 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙤𝙣 ¹

Oh...Shit.

CHAPTER TEN: LYDIA, PERCY

LYDIA

They rode the boar until sunset, which was about as much as Lydia's butt could endure. This might just be her least favorite activity to do now, right below waking up in the morning. Imagine riding a giant steel brush over a bed of gravel all day. That's about how comfortable boar-riding was.

The mountains faded into the distance and were replaced by miles of flat, dry land. The grass and scrub brush got sparser until they were galloping (do boars gallop?) across the desert.

As night fell, the boar came to a stop at a creek bed and snorted. He started drinking the muddy water, then ripped a saguaro cactus out of the ground and chewed it, needles and all.

"This is as far as he'll go," Grover said. "We need to get off while he's eating."

"Oh, thank the gods." Lydia said, shuffling off the boar. "I don't think I'll ever be able to sit again."

Percy found that funny, and nobody else needed any convincing. The rest of them slipped off the boar's back while he was busy ripping up cacti. Then they waddled away as best they could with their saddle sores.

After its third saguaro and another drink of muddy water, the boar squealed and belched, then whirled around and galloped back toward the east.

"It likes the mountains better," Percy guessed.

"I can't blame it," Thalia said. "Look."

Ahead of them was a two-lane road half covered with sand. On the other side of the road was a cluster of buildings too small to be a town: a boarded-up house, and a taco shop that looked like it hadn't been open since before Zoe Nightshade was born.

Beyond that was a range of hills... but then Lydia noticed they weren't regular hills. The countryside was way too flat for that. The hills were enormous mounds of old cars, appliances, and other scrap metal. It was a junkyard that seemed to go on forever.

"Whoa," Percy said.

"Something tells me we're not going to find a car rental here," Thalia said. She looked at Grover. "I don't suppose you got another wild boar up your sleeve?"

"No more wild boars, please." Lydia grumbled.

Grover was sniffing the wind, looking nervous. He fished out his acorns and threw them into the sand, then played his pipes. They rearranged themselves in a pattern that made no sense, but Grover looked concerned.

"That's us," he said. "Those six nuts right there."

"Which one is me?" Percy asked.

"The little deformed one," Zoe suggested.

Lydia burst out into uncontrollable laughter. Through bouts of giggles, she said, "I see it."

"Oh, shut up." Percy rolled his eyes, elbowing her in the ribs.

"That cluster right there," Grover said, pointing to the left, "that's trouble."

"A monster?" Thalia asked.

Grover looked uneasy. "I don't smell anything, which doesn't make sense. But the acorns don't lie. Our next challenge..." He pointed straight toward the junkyard.

With the sunlight almost gone now, the hills of metal looked like something on an alien planet. They decided to camp for the night and try the junkyard in the morning. None of them wanted to go dumpster-diving in the dark.

The night got chilly fast, so Grover and Percy collected old boards from the ruined house, and Thalia zapped them with an electric shock to start a campfire.