Son of Magic (Previously "The best HoO fan fiction ever")

Chapter Seven

"You were supposed to turn at that last billboard" Tal said from the back seat. I growled and rolled my eyes, resisting the urge to climb over my seat and strangle her.

"But the map said-" Grover started saying.

"I'm sorry, but does the map know where we're going to save Percy, Annabeth, and Marco?" Tal glared, leaning forward between the seats.

"Maybe not" I remarked. "But it's not annoying and rude"

It was seven at night when Grover pulled over on a highway and the car made a coughing sound. I moved some dark curls out of my eyes. "What is it, G-man?" I asked.

"Out of gas" Grover replied with a frustrated sigh.

My shoulders slumped. "Of course, out of all things" I opened the door and stepped out into the pouring rain, looking around. There weren't any cars in coming. I heard a car door shut and Tal stood beside me.

"Can't you restart it?" She asked, frowning. I was about to make a smart ass remark before realizing Tal could be a thousand years old but still look fourteen due to her newly stripped immortality. I sighed deeply, wondering how far I could get with this oblivious thing she had going on.

"No, that's not how cars work. They need gas to be able to move." I said, looking up and down the road.

"And where can we get gas?" She looked over to me. I smirked at her question. Her dark hair was already getting wet and the dark clouds in the sky made her look paler. She had lost the silvery aura she had around her. Personally, I thought she looked cuter like that, more realistic and less harmful.

"Usually a can of beans will do it" I shrugged, trying not to laugh. She only frowned, obviously confused. "Erm, never mind. We need to go to a gas station....but there isn't one until the next town which is at the bottom of the mountain..."

We stood, thinking for a moment. "We can stay the night in the car, then, in the morning, two of us can go get the can of beans" Tal nodded, pleased with her idea. I personally didn't have the energy to correct her but smiled.

"Yeah, we'll go get the beans tomorrow"

Little did we know, we wouldn't be sticking to that plan...

Grover was the first to fall asleep in back. Tal and I sat in front, my feet rested on the wheel and hers on the dashboard. The rain pounding on the window was the only sound between us.

"So, Hecate, huh?" Tal finally broke the silence.

I nodded. "Yeah....that'd be my mommy." I sighed, sticking a cheese puff in my mouth.

Tal examined her own Cheeto. "You're kidding" I looked at her. "You've never had a cheeto?!"

Tal shook her head. "They didn't have them before I joined the hunters" She said simply.

"When was that?" I asked.

"1756" She popped the cheeto in her mouth and made a face.

I held back a laugh. "So that would make you...like...two hundred and fifty!" I said in disbelief.

"Two hundred and forty three, Elliot" Tal laughed slightly. "Quite older than cheetos"

We sat talking for an hour or so before suddenly a shadow casted itself over the car. Tal frowned, reaching for her hunting knives. She handed me her three disks, "You'll need some sort of weapon" She said when she saw the frown on my face.

"Alright?" I said, unsure how to use the discs.

I didn't have a lot of time to learn. I smelt the beast before I saw it. Then I heard it. The growl vibrated the ground and shook the trees. And I won't lie, I needed a new pair of underpants. It was then we got visual of it. I was quick to identify it from my Latin class. We were about to battle a hydra. And probably die.

Merry Christmas, Demigods! I must apologize for no updates and this short chapter. Please don't hate me *hides*

Muffin~Burned