EVARA // wtm (DISCONTINUED)

9.5 (the actual chapter)

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ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴀ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛ (ᴘᴛ.2)

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Chiron smiled at me, but he looked tired and strained. "Sit, Percy, please. And Grover."

We did.

"Sit down."

"I'm sat."

"What is wrong with you guys?!"

Chiron laid his cards on the table, a winning hand he hadn't gotten to use.

"Tell me, Percy," he said. "What did you make of the hellhound?"

Just hearing the name made me shudder. Chiron probably wanted me to say, Heck, it was nothing. I eat hellhounds for breakfast. But I didn't
feel like lying.

"It scared me," I said. "If you hadn't shot it, I'd be dead."

"You'll meet worse, Percy. Far worse, before you're done."

"Done ... with what?"

"Your quest, of course. Will you accept it?"

I glanced at Grover, who was crossing his fingers.

"Um, sir," I said, "you haven't told me what it is yet." Chiron grimaced. "Well, that's the hard part, the details."

"Definitely the hard part. You couldn't have just straight up told him he was going to fetch Thunderpants's night light?"

Thunder rumbled across the valley. The storm clouds had now reached the edge of the beach. As far as I could see, the sky and the sea were boiling together.

"Poseidon and Zeus," I said. "They're fighting over something valuable ... something that was stolen, aren't they?"

Chiron and Grover exchanged looks.

Chiron sat forward in his wheelchair. "How did you know that?"

My face felt hot. I wished I hadn't opened my big mouth. "The weather since Christmas has been weird, like the sea and the sky are fighting. Then I talked to Annabeth, and she'd overheard something about a
theft. And ... I've also been having these dreams."

All the half-bloods and most of the wixens turned to face a red-faced Annabeth. "I couldn't keep my mouth shut clearly"

"I knew it," Grover said.

"Hush, satyr," Chiron ordered.

"That satyr has a name you know."

"But it is his quest!" Grover's eyes were bright with excitement. "It must be!"

"Only the Oracle can determine." Chiron stroked his bristly beard.

"Nevertheless, Percy, you are correct. Your father and Zeus are having their worst quarrel in centuries. They are fighting over something
valuable that was stolen. To be precise: a lightning bolt."

I laughed nervously. "A what ?"

"Do not take this lightly," Chiron warned. "I'm not talking about some tinfoil-covered zigzag you'd see in a second-grade play. I'm talking about a two-foot-long cylinder of high-grade celestial bronze, capped on both ends with god-level explosives."