Sealed fate || Percy Jackson

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Chapter six "Into the woods it's time to go. I hate to leave I have to though."

The least the Oracle could've done was walk back to the attic by herself.

Instead, Grover, Nara and Percy were elected to carry her.

He didn't figure that was because they were the most popular.

By the other hand, Nara was also getting tired of being stuck with them, as It seemed to start becoming a habit lately.

"Watch her head!" Grover warned as they went up the stairs. But it was too late.

Bonk! Nara whacked her mummified face against the trapdoor frame and dust flew.

"Ah, man." They set her down and checked for damage. "Did we break anything?"

"I can't tell," Grover admitted.

They hauled her up and set her on her tripod stool, both of them huffing and sweating. Who knew a mummy could weigh so much?

Percy assumed she wouldn't talk to me, and he was right. He was relieved when we finally got out of there and slammed the attic door shut.

"Well," Grover said, "that was gross."

“Hear, hear” Nara said.

Percy was all silent as he felt really down.

"What will Chiron do?" Percy finally asked Grover.

"I wish I knew." He looked wistfully out the second-floor window at the rolling hills covered in snow. "I want to be out there."

"Searching for Annabeth?"

He had a little trouble focusing on me. Then he blushed. "Oh, right. That too. Of course."

"Why?" Percy asked. "What were you thinking?"

He clopped his hooves uneasily. "Just something the manticore said, about the Great Stirring. I can't help but wonder… if all those ancient powers are waking up, maybe…maybe not all of them are evil."

"You mean Pan."

Nara did not want to pry, she really didn't, but she always seemed to get caught in these kind of conversations between them. It felt awkward as she was not that close with them. So she just tried to pay attention to the thing that were in the attic rather than in the conversation.

She didn’t knew about Grover's life ambition, but what she knew is that the nature god had gone missing two thousand years ago.

"I've let the trail go cold," he said. "I feel restless, like I'm missing something really important. He's out there somewhere. I can just feel it."

They didn't know what to say. They wanted to encourage him, but they didn't know how. Percy’s optimism had pretty much been trampled into the snow out there in the woods, along with their capture-the-flag hopes and Nara didn’t really know what to say.

Before he could respond, Thalia tromped up the stairs. She was officially not talking to Percy now, but she looked at Grover and Nara and said, "Tell Percy to get his butt downstairs."