THREE. the quest of the year

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THREE. THE QUEST OF THE YEAR
















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PERCY WAS NOT LYING when he said he was going to get Matheo early in the morning.

It was before dawn when Matheo was shaken awake, Percy standing above him as he carefully looked around the Hermes cabin — making sure he hadn't waken anyone up.

Matheo grumbled as he sat up on his bed, glaring at Percy through his untamed hair. "Come on, we have to go now." Matheo tried to not be annoyed as he got up from his bed, throwing a hoodie over his head.

"Percy, if we weren't surrounded by everyone I would kill you right now." Matheo grumbled as he grabbed an already packed bag. Percy's eyes widened as he awkwardly smiled, carefully tiptoeing out of the cabin — Matheo following not too far behind.

It was a lot colder at that time than it was during the day. "Any reason why we're leaving now?" Matheo complained as he followed Percy down a path. Percy simply pointed just past Half-Blood hill, and Matheo saw the quest-goers getting ready to leave. But there only seemed to be four of them, which Matheo thought was a little weird.

"I see." Matheo didn't realize that some quests had you leaving just barely after the sun started to rise. "Come on, now. Blackjack is waiting on us." Matheo was confused, but only for a moment. It took a second to remember that Blackjack was a pegasus that Percy had befriended a year prior.

"You're gonna have to hold on." Percy told the boy, and Matheo grumbled once again, pulling his hood over his head as he jumped up onto Blackjack, wrapping his arms around Percy. "Let's fly."

Within moments, the two were in the sky, above the low clouds, but getting attacked by the icy weather and cold rain. They were both keeping an eye on the car that was being driven, and if one lost sight, the other would point it out.

It stayed like that for at least forty-five minutes. There was a moment where Percy landed on the top of a building, but was shocked when the van just kept driving. "Where's Argus taking them?" Percy muttered — mostly to himself.

"Which girl?" It was almost as though Percy was having a conversation with himself, but Matheo was smart enough to know that he was actually talking to Blackjack. "Zoë?"

"Uh—No, we can't get donuts. You're a. . . flying horse." Matheo stifled his laughter, placing a gentle hand over his mouth as he did. "Well. Let's go after them."

Blackjack whinnied just as a weird something started to wrap itself around Matheo's legs, making it to where it were impossible to move. When he looked down, there were grapevines holding him, Percy, and Blackjack down.

He was starting to get real tired of Mr. D. "Going somewhere?" Speak of the devil.

Matheo grumbled for the thousandth time that morning and tiredly let his head fall onto Percy's back, too tired to deal with Dionysus. "The next person, or horse, who calls me the 'wine dude' will end up in a bottle of Merlot!"

"Mr. D." Matheo could tell that Percy was trying to not sound annoyed, but he was failing miserably. "What do you want?" Mr. D looked at him with a raised eyebrow, looking at the two of them and the pegasus. "Oh, what do I want? You thought that the immortal, all-powerful director of camp would not notice the two of you leaving without permission?"

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