The Child Of Time

chapter 14

3rd Person-

Percy, Annabeth, and Grover were all tired. They trudged through mud and rain, and what was left of their shoes were soggy.

Percy didn't care if he got wet or not-he wanted to beat Ares up.

Annabeth hair was wet and smelled like sewer.

Even Grover's shoes were about to just drop dead.

They were nearing a park when they saw Ares's motorcycle parked in the curb.
Ares himself was sitting on it-looking proud.

"Hey,fatty!" Percy yelled.

Ares's nostrils flared at the boy's snide comments.

"Did you get my shield?"

"Yeah," Percy gave the shield and scarf to him. "So...What now?"

"Here you go," Ares tossed Percy a backpack. "Your ride should be here any minute."

"With all due respect, Lord Ares," Annabeth piped up. "I recall you mentioned something about finding the master blot?"

"I would love to tell you but," Ares looked up to the sky. "Your rides' here."

The war god winked and vanished in a thin golden light.

When Percy, Annabeth, and Grover opened their eyes again-they saw a large red and golden chariot depicting painful, graphic deaths.

On it were two sinister-looking guys. They were both dressed in black jeans and a dark gray t-shirt.

"S'up." One of the guys' eyes looked like flames to the weary travelers. "Heard you needed a ride,"

Percy, Annabeth, and Grover looked at each other before reluctantly climbing the chariot.

"You two wouldn't happen to be Phobos and Deimos, would you?" Annabeth asked nervously.

"If you mean the immortal sons of Ares-then yes, yes we are." They said together.

The flamed colored guy introduced himself as Phobos, the god of fear.

His brother, Deimos, was the god of the terror.

"Annabeth Chase," Annabeth waved.

"Grover Underwood," The satyr smiled shyly.

"Percy Jackson," Percy stuck his hand out. The two brothers looked at it until he dropped it.

"Well, you guys are so friendly," Percy murmured.

"Yeah if we touch you we'll give nightmares and stuff." Deimos said.

"But as much as we'd love to that, we can't." Phobos pouted.

"Why not?" asked Grover.

"We can't harm you until you get Zeus's bolt back," Deimos explained.

"Oh, look," He said, landing the chariot. "We're here."

The minor gods dropped them off in front of an abandoned studio.

The three had no choice but to walk in the studio.

It was old, crooked, and dusty. Percy sat on the molded floor and rubbed his shoulder.

"Ow," He said. "That backpack weighed a million pounds. "What's in it, anyway?" Percy started to open the backpack.

"I think we're alone." Annabeth stated, looking around curiously.

"Guys." Percy started at the backpack.

"What?" Grover asked.

"We have the bolt."

Before this all settled in, they heard the sound of big feet rushing them.

Percy's eyes grew wide. "I don't think we're alone either."

A/N: whats in the bag