The Forgotten Ones

Part 10

Tyson's point of view: 

Scared, I immeaditly wanted to run into the shadows with Mrs. O Leary. 

"Mrs. O Leary, run!" I shouted, and we immeaditly bounded into an ally, which reminded me too much of where I lived before I went to Camp Half-Blood, and we disappeared in the shadows. 

We appeared in a completely different alleyway, and Clarrise shouted a curse in Greek, which caused Ella to flinch, "Where the heck are we now?!" 

"Can Ella fly around to see where we are before we start wandering?" Chris asked before I could suggest that. 

"Ella fly, chase the wind and touch the sky," Ella squawked nervously, quoting a song. 

She then leaped off of my shoulder and took to the sky. 

I got off of Mrs. O Leary, who looked happy to have gotten us out of danger, but also tired from Shadow Travelling, and pet her snout. 

"I wonder how far Mrs. O Leary took us," Chris muttered, "I heard that the farther she travels, the more exhausted she will be." He looked at Mrs. O Leary, standing next to Clarrise, "She doesn't look that tired." 

"No," I said, wiping the drool from Mrs. O Leary off my hand and onto a wall. 

Ella squawked above us, and landed on the floor, "Ella doesn't know where we are." 

Clarrise grumbled something under her breath, and said, "Well, we aren't going to Iris message the others, so we need to figure out where we are." 

"Why not?" I asked, "They can help us." 

"Clarrise doesn't like asking for help," Chris explained. 

"No," Clarrise growled, "And we don't need help. I can get us back on track."

Tyson nervously looked between them, and then said, "Then what do we do?" 

"We figure out where we are of course." 

No one wanted to ask how, and risked getting snapped at again. She walked out of the alleyway, and everyone followed, having no clue what they were about to get themselves into.