Hey there lovely readers. In case you're wondering this is just another adventure with max and her flock with the Percy Jackson characters. It really doesn't take place before or after. Just a time of peace. Or as peaceful as it gets if you're a demigod or bird kid.

Disclaimer:

ME: You own everything Max Ride ,right?

JAMES PATTERSON: Yes

ME: And you own everything Percy Jackson, right?

RICK RIORDAN: Yes

RANDOM LITTLE KID: Poor you. You don't own anything.

ME: Oh, no … Who needs a story when they own the world. MWAHAHAHAHA!

Chapter 1

If we could just go a little farther it would be awesome, but one look at the kids screamed STOP or we'll drop like rocks. I scanned the ground looking for a good place to land and rest up. Maybe a clearing or a park, some thick woods if we were lucky. My guesstimate is that we were flying somewhere over New York, somewhere along the coast, since I could see some water about ten minutes flight away from us.

"Max, there are a lot of trees over there," Angel said pointing hopefully to a patch of land below us, ever-being the freaky mind-reading girl.

But then again we were all freaky in some way or the other. How you ask? Probably the fact that we had umm… WINGS?

Angel was pointing at a large forest near… a kids' camp ground? Rest felt like a pretty good option for all of us right now. I looked over to Fang for confirmation. He nodded slightly.

I folded my wing and plummeted downwards. The wind rushed through my hair and I opened my wings so I wouldn't crash land into the trees.

A quick scan while the rest of the flock landed revealed that the forest had some trees with very nice forest to sleep on. Oh yes, we sleep on trees not under if that's what you slow ones are wondering. So keep your forests clean, many creatures live in them, including the occasional wild bird kid.

"We'll stay here for the night and rest up, m'kay?" I ask no one in particular. We all do our ritual hand-stacking and head off to sleep. The sun had set low over the horizon and night was starting to fall. How's that for some fancy –shmancy wording for night? I was on first watch like usual and that's when I started hearing sounds. Sorta like growling noises. Might be bears or something. A twig snapped. I stood up on my branch, spreading out by wings slightly for balance Place was creeping me out. I, Maximum Ride, do not get creeped out easily. The crunching noise ended and I slowly sat back down, reluctant to let my guard down.

I hope the campers here were smarter than to come in here. Anyone who came in probably had a death wish.

As the hours passed the noise died down and I felt less like some Eraser was going to jump out at me. The occasional hoot became kinda peaceful. This would be a good place to stop by again sometime. Unless we found a nice house to live, I mused.

Max, you need to stay on track. You need to save the world. Time is running out for you.

I sat up. The voice hadn't talked to me in months. (you mean you don't have one? You can borrow mine sometime.)

Nice to hear from you, but don't ya have a vagueness convention to go to? What do you mean I don't have enough time?

But as usual the voice was gone. Time is running out for you. God, the Voice couldn't have been any vaguer.

Fang silently appeared beside me and taped my shoulder. I climbed onto a sturdy branch and my thoughts disappeared to be replaced by one thought. Oh, Sweet rest.

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