➵ "Old Friends"

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"Go to Montana, they said

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"Go to Montana, they said. Prep for the weather, they said. No one told us that this kid will be out in the boonies where the temperature is colder!" I huffed, a white puff appearing everytime I spoke. Frank and I were trudging through snow in the middle of the woods, looking for a cabin that held an unclaimed demigod.

I was sporting a teal parka, thick leggings under my loose black cargo pants, combat boots, a black beanie, and gloves. Frank was also wearing a  grey parka, some long johns under his camoflauge cargo pants, combat boots, a black beanie, and his bow and arrows slinged on his back. However, Frank seem to be embracing the cold unlike me. I was shivering worse than a chihuahua.

"We're almost there, Nev." Frank reassured me with a smile. He patted my shoulder, his hands bare to the bitter cold. "Let's just get the demigod, and take him back to Camp Jupiter for now. See if his godly parent will claim him and tell us if he is Greek or Roman."

"Yeah, says the Canadian. You were born used to this weather. I'm not." I whined, shoving my hands deeper into my pockets.

"But you live in New York." Frank furrowed his brows.

"Yeah, and even then I was freezing my butt off.  I was born in Texas, Frank. I can handle boiling temperatures- kinda, not negative degrees." I stopped in my tracks, placing my arm in front of Frank. I narrowed my eyes at the brown spot further ahead, on top of a hill.

"What?" Frank asked. "What's wrong?"

"I think that's the cabin." I pointed up ahead. Frank squinted his eyes at the building.

"Yeah, it looks like it. Let's go."

The both of us walked through the feet of snow, finally appearing in front of the cabin. The cabin it self was two stories. It had a red door, with lanterns placed next to it. A porch was holding up the snow from blocking the way into the house  There was light coming from on the the windows.

"You knock." I nudged Frank.

"Me? Why me? Why can't you?" Frank shot back, shaking his head.

"Because I'm doing the talking." I beamed. Frank sighed, walking to the front door and knocking.  A minute passed and no one answered. Frowning, Frank knocked again. Still no answer. Worry started to flood through my veins. "Check to see if the door is unlocked."

Nodding, Frank twisted the door handle. The door automatically creaked open. Frank turned to look at me over his shoulder with worry. I tapped my charm, Tribturary now in my hands. Frank unslinged his bow, notching an arrow in place.

We silently walked into the house. It was quiet despite the television playing in the background. The only room with light was the light above the staircase. Licking my lips anxiously, I tapped Frank's shoulder and pointed to the staircase.

"Split up? I take the first floor while you take the second?" Frank offered, scanning the area.

"Yeah-"

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