Quest Of Warning

Chapter 7: Clover Chase

I kept feeling that I knew the kids in front of us.

The girl had the same blonde hair and the boy-

"Oh, my gods! Those kids were Percy, Annabeth and Grover!" I said.

Will looked at me, his eyebrow raised.

We sat in the booth of this diner in Denver.

"It makes total sense!" Missy agreed.

"Wow, the ten-year-old uses her brain." Liam said.

This boy was beginning to tick me off, and all Hades would be released by my wrath.

"And she says that she suggests you shut that tiny hole you call a mouth before your tongue is on my dinner platter." I warn.

"Woah, Clover, chill." Will said, standing up.

He sat back down, and I crossed my arms, huffing.

"Attitude problems." Liam muttered.
I got up at the speed of light, pulling out my dagger.

"Watch yourself there, young one. I know more than you ever could, in your pea sized brain."

Missy stood up, then began dragging me out of the diner.

"Are you crazy?" she asked me.

"I don't know, you tell me!" I said.

"It's Annabeth." she said. I nodded.

"I just got her back, and now she could possibly die." I say, holding back tears.

"Well-"

"You've known Percy your whole life. You can't relate, Missy." I say.

Her black hair catches on a breeze, flowing in her face.

"You done?" she asks.

"You sound like Helen." I mutter.

"Be nice to Liam." she says.

"Whatever. I make no promises." I say.

She frowns, then walks back inside.

I get a glimpse of blonde hair.

"Just going crazy." I mutter, taking control of myself.

I sit back down.

"Finally done, are you?" Liam asked.

"We talked about this, Liam. Chill."

Will said, putting a handout in front of me.

I heard a motorcycle pull up to the diner. Everyone else heard it to, they looked out a window. It was the basic big dude in leather biker clothes. But something about it was familiar. 

"Umm." I said pointing. Missy turned around.

"Ares god of war." Will said. 

"Which means other demigods are nearby, because he is most certainly not visiting us." I say.

"Yep." Will and Missy said.

Liam looked at him.

"Looks like a normal biker to me." he said.

"Does he now?" I asked sarcastically.

"Clover, please." Missy said, putting an arm on my shoulder.

I flare my nostrils and lean back.

"I don't understand how you like him." I say quietly. She shrugged.