Published: May 24th, 2017
Last Edited: Date of publish
Word count: 4,914

Ah-ha! You get two chapters in one! BecauseIAmTrashWhoDoesn'tUpdate. And because it would've been too short otherwise. Anyhow.

Thank you so much for all the lovely reviews! I really appreciate it, especially because I've been so bad at updating and you guys are still so nice as to leave a comment. You're the best! Some of you had some questions, so I figured I'd just answer them here should it happen that others have the same questions.

Will Percy get to know Pixie's really name?
Yes. Yes, he will. It'll probably happen around the middle of this story.

Annabeth?
Okay, so this is a bit more than just one question, and I really don't want to ruin too much by telling you guys everything, but so many people seem to think I made Annabeth evil (from The Underworld Princess) and are saddened by that, so umm, I didn't? Pixie and Annabeth won't get along, so it might seem that I'm bashing on her but that's because this is primarily from Pixie's view, so of course she'll think badly of her no matter what she does. They'll get along somehow in the end though.

PercyxPixie?
It probably won't happen until the later books? I think they're a bit too young now to be concerned with things like that, and Pixie is still trying to figure out how okay she is with Percy for that to be a thing without it seeming forced.

Daimon?
Gone. Out. Never coming back.

Chapter III

"Hairy behinds."

Pixie Fleur.

She was this petite girl with short, curly hair, the darkest pair of green eyes he'd ever seen, and feral features. Her face was too sharp to be considered cute or beautiful, what with her narrowed eyes and high cheekbones. Percy always thought there was something distinctly feline about her face.

Percy didn't know what possessed him to drag her with him on the taxi, telling the driver to go to "East One-hundred-fourth and First", because they weren't, well, friends. Not in the same way he and Grover were. Their relationship was odd, tentative, and more of a common understanding that it would be easier if they stuck together.

(That's not to say he didn't want to be friends with her, proper friends, because he did, he just didn't know how to get past that icy exterior of hers.)

And then she started calling him 'Percy', so he must've been doing something right.

He felt a bit bad about leaving Grover at the bus terminal, but his constant muttering of "Why does this always happen?", "why does it always have to be sixth grade?", was starting to royally freak him out. Grover kept looking at him as if he would fall over any moment, so can you really blame him?

(He still felt terrible about leaving him though.)

They had taken advantage of Grover's low bladder tolerance that usually acted up whenever he got upset. He had made a beeline for the restroom as soon as the bus opened its doors, and instead of waiting for Grover, like they had promised, Percy and Pixie got their suitcases, slipped outside, and caught the first taxi uptown.

The ride was quiet, comfortably so, as neither had anything to say and both had too much to think about.

(At least that was the case for her.)

When they finally got out of the cab, Pixie was feeling a little unhinged. Percy was leaving Yancy, and what did one say in a case like that? 'Goodbye' seemed too final, and 'See you later' would probably be a bad lie.

(She should never have stepped out of the cab, she should just have nodded her head at him or something and told the driver to go.)

Percy shuffled his feet, shoulders rolling as he looked anywhere but at her.

"So um-"

"I should-"

They both stopped in their tracks, blinking at each other. Percy grinned, laughing, as Pixie huffed, trying to hide the smile that threatened to spread across her lips with her hand.

"Thanks for following me home," Percy teased with a grin. "You certainly know how to charm a boy."

Feeling the tension leave her shoulders, Pixie started to walk away as she threw an equally teasing smirk over her shoulder. "I try."

(This was good. This was okay. Because no promises were made, and it wasn't final.)

As she was walking away she heard an unmistakable, "Mum!"

"Oh, Percy! Look at how big you've grown!"

There was an exchange of pleasantries when Percy's mum said, "Who was that girl you were talking to just now?"

"Pixie. We're in the same grade."

"Oh! She's the girl you've been talking about so much, right?" Mrs. Jackson sounded delighted for some reason. Pixie felt heat crawl up her neck, as she ducked her head and started walking faster.

"Mum!"

Mrs. Jackson chuckled, and the last thing she heard as she walked out of hearing distance was Mrs. Jackson's excited voice: "I have a surprise! We're going to the beach."

.01

When Pixie came upon the old little antique shop she so loved, she immediately stepped inside.

The bell above her chimed like always, a broken ching-a resounding through the shop from the crack in its shell. An old LP played in the background, an unknown male artist singing in a deep baritone.

Pixie inhaled deeply, dust and everything old filling her, and let it go with a smile.

"And good day to you, little imp."

She walked into the back of the room, settling herself in the stool by the counter. "Good day, Mrs. Oswell."

The old lady across the counter smiled, a wrinkled thing that made her pale eyes nearly disappear into thin crescent moons and her lips stretch wide. She ran the back of her hand across Pixie's cheek, pushing sooty black strands away, as she said, "Shouldn't you be on your way home?"

Pixie shrugged, straightening up from where she'd been leaning into the caress.

They were nice, she guessed, her newest foster family that is.

(But it was just so much easier to hate and wait until they sent her off to a new foster home than let them close and for her to feel the betrayal of being abandoned. To be honest, she was just being bitter.)

"None of the others are probably back yet," she grumbled, hunching in on herself. "'Sides, if I go back now, they'll just set me to do-"

SMACK!

"Ow!"

"Show some respect, you arrogant imp." Mrs. Oswell stood leaning over the counter, fists on her hips and strands of steely hair whipping about. It was in that instant she looked more akin to Mrs. Dodds than she ever would. "They've taken you in, given you food and anything of necessity, that's more than can be said for others."

Pixie grumbled lowly, rubbing the back of her head where it smarted.

"I'll go, I'll go."

"Good." The older woman sniffed disdainfully, arms crossed as she made shooing motions with one hand. "Go on then, don't dilly-dally here."

She huffed, rolling her eyes, and jumped off the stool. "Yeah, I missed you too."

"Don't you roll your eyes at me, young lady!"

Pixie hastened her steps a little, snickering into her hand as she waved goodbye.

"Imp."

She may have said something about going straight back to her residence, but Pixie ended up putting it off anyway for a quick treat.

Wasn't her fault the stupid bus was delayed, though.

As it was, she didn't make it back until a little before dinner. However, something very... furry... was currently sparing her way up into the apartment.

She said, with the flattest tone she could possibly muster, "Underwood, I think you misunderstood a rather crucial detail... It's shirtless, not pant-less, that makes girls go bonkers." Underwood blushed beet red, stammering. "Didn't your mama-goat ever teach you it wasn't polite to strip in front of girls? And should you really be prancing around like this?"

He made a funny noise, like something a sheep would say – or, in this case, a goat. Pixie had always figured it was a nervous laugh, now she knew better. "Bla-ah-ah! The mist will help cover that, but come on, we have to hurry!" he exclaimed.

She raised an eyebrow. "I'll take that as a no, then."

He looked like he wanted to drag her with him, but was too afraid of touching her to do so.

"So where is it we absolutely have to go?"

Underwood made a keening noise, a sound of distress. "To find Percy!"

"Why?"

"Because he's in trouble!"

A beat.

"Can I at least go up with a few things first?"

.02

Finding Percy proved to be a bit of a challenge, but she thought Underwood was exaggerating regardless when he gasped out breathlessly at the sight of him. "Searching all night," pant. "What were you thinking?"

(She had told him she'd heard they'd be at the beach, he was the one who still went to check their apartment. And hadn't that been a lovely surprise.

Pixie didn't think she could ever look at a bowl of chips and dip the same way again.)

Mrs. Jackson was the one who had opened the door, still dressed in her nightgown and a wild look in her eyes, when Percy had come tumbling bewildered after her.

Currently, he was staring at Underwood's hairy behind, and she would have normally found such an expression funny, had it not been for the rain soaking her thoroughly to the bone. Her hair had plastered itself to her face and she sniffled as a drop of water fell from her nose. She shivered, positive that the duffle bag she had brought with her was as soaked as she was by now.

Mrs. Jackson looked at her son in terror. "Percy," she shouted to be heard over the rain, "What happened at school? What didn't you tell me?"

Percy was frozen, gaze shifting back and forth between Underwood and Pixie, and his mother.

"O Zeu kai alloi theoi!" Underwood yelled. "It's right behind me! Didn't you tell her?"

Pixie snappishly commented, "Really? The Pronoun Game? We're doing this?"

"What?" Percy asked. "What's 'it'?"

Mrs. Jackson looked down at her son sternly and used a tone Pixie only knew from Mrs. Oswell, "Percy. Tell me now!"

Percy managed to stammer something about the old ladies at the fruit stand and Mrs. Dodds, a very bewildered look in his eyes. Mrs. Jackson stared at him, her face deathly pale in the flashes of lightning. Then, she grabbed her purse, tossed Percy his rain jacket, and said, "Get to the car. All of you. Go!"

Pixie had just decided Underwood would make it in record time when she caught Percy staring dumbfounded at his furry legs.

Then.

"He's got hooves."

"Yes, Percy, Underwood has hooves."

.03

"So... You and my mom... know each other?"

From where Pixie was sitting, squished between the side door of the car and Percy's shoulder, she saw the boy staring rather intensely at the satyr as a flash of lighting lit up the sky. Underwood leaned closer to the front seats, eyes peeking up to the rearview mirror and back before he so much as chanced a quick glance at Percy then her.

"Not exactly," he said. "I mean, we've never met in person. But she knew I was watching you."

"Well, that's not very endearing." Pixie said flatly.

"Watching me?" Percy said as he elbowed her.

"And Pixie, too, later on. I was keeping tabs on you both. Making sure you were okay. But I wasn't faking being your friend," Underwood added hastily, looking straight at Percy. "I am your friend."

"Urm... what are you, exactly?"

"Satyr. Half goat, half man-" Pixie let her eyes look him up and down, taking in the way he'd nervously twitch every now and then. "-boy. What else does he look like?"

"What? I thought he was half donkey-"

"Blaa-ha-ha." Underwood bleated, and then cried, "Goat!"

"Huh?"

"I'm a goat from the waist down!" The satyr sounded offended. "There are satyrs who would trample you under their hoof for such an insult!"

Pixie looked at Percy pointedly. "See?"

"So... Mr. Brunner's myths are real?" He asked, looking back and forth between the people in the car.

"They're not myths, Percy," Underwood said. "Mrs. Dodds wasn't a myth, and that goes for the three ladies at the fruit stand, too."

Percy rounded on the poor fool like a cat on an especially juicy mouse. "So you admit there was a Mrs. Dodds!" He crowed in triumph.

"Not the point right now." Pixie commented.

Underwood raised his brow in confusion. "Of course."

"Then why-"

"The less you knew, the fewer monsters you'd attract," he said - like it made perfect sense. "We put Mist over the humans' eyes. We hoped you two would think the Kindly One was a hallucination." Muttering under his breath, he sounded rather sour, "That kind of went straight out the window."

"Mist?" Pixie frowned. There was that word again.

"It's a magical force that twists mortals' sight from seeing the 'mythical'." Underwood sighed. "But it was no use, the two of you were starting to realise who you were."

"Who I- wait a minute, what do you mean?" Percy asked, confused.

Pixie said, "I'm pretty sure us not knowing anything is just as likely to get us killed, Underwood."

A particularly nasty bolt of lightning thundered across the night sky, illuminating the rain beating against the car and asphalt. The weird bellowing noise that had been following them rose up again, closer than before, and stomping down what little self-control she possessed, she turned around. The little bit of lightning still flashing among the dark clouds gave her enough light to make out what was following them, beady black eyes looking back at her.

She quickly sat down in her seat again, wishing desperately that they'd arrive soon.

What had they done to get that sent after them? Scratch that, what had Percy done? Because Underwood was clearly concerned about him.

(She refused to believe it was because Underwood didn't care about her even a little bit. She wasn't that terrible, was she?)

"Percy," Mrs. Jackson said, "there's too much to explain and not enough time. We have to get you two to safety."

"Safety from what? Who's after us?"

"Oh, nobody much," Underwood said like it was no big deal, and Pixie not for the first time thought he was a being a bit too nonchalant about dumping this whole mythical thing on them. "Just the Lord of the Dead and a few of his bloodthirsty minions."

Pixie felt herself shiver despite the knuckle-tight grip she had on her arms, and she wasn't too sure it was from the cold either.

"Could you drive faster, Mrs. Jackson, please?"

Mrs. Jackson made a hard left. They swerved onto a narrower road, racing past darkened farmhouses and wooded hills and PICK YOUR OWN STRAWBERRIES signs on white picket fences.

"Where are we going?" Percy asked.

"The summer camp I told you about." Mrs. Jackson's voice was tight, and Pixie could hear an underline of fear. "The place your father wanted to send you."

"The place you didn't want me to go."

"Please, dear," Mrs. Jackson begged. "This is hard enough. Try to understand. You're in danger."

"Because some old ladies cut yarn."

Underwood said, "The fact that they appeared in front of you two," he shivered. "They only do that when you're about to... when someone's about to die."

"Whoa. You said 'you'." Percy said, slightly frantic.

"No I didn't. I said 'someone'." Came Underwood's ever-smart comeback.

Pixie clenched her jaw, feeling a headache coming.

"You meant 'you'. As in us." Percy continued.

"I meant you, like 'someone'. Not you, you."

"Will you two stop it!" She shouted as Mrs. Jackson said pulled the wheel hard to the right. She looked back again, wanting to know how close the monster was. The same monster Mrs. Jackson had just swerved to avoid - a dark fluttering shape now lost behind them in the storm.

(She hated how much it scared her.)

Percy swallowed. "Was that…?"

"We're almost there," Mrs. Jackson said, ignoring his question. "Another mile. Please. Please. Please."

She really hoped that this 'summer camp' turned out to be safe.

Outside, rain and darkness filled the empty countryside of Long Island, but it didn't bring any sort of comfort like she thought, wished, it would. It made her fidgety and nervous, something she hated.

There was a blinding flash, a jaw-rattling boom, and their car exploded.

Searing pain soared throughout her veins, and suddenly, she was both weightless and being crushed on all sides, jolts of searing heat running through her body. Then it disappeared and the car stilled.

"Percy!" Mrs. Jackson shouted.

"I'm okay..." he said. "Pixel, Grover, you all okay?"

Pixie straightened up, popping her back in the process, and shook her head from side to side, trying to shake the daze off and clear her head.

She wasn't dead, which was a good thing, but she could almost feel the bruises forming as the burns she no doubt got screamed.

"I'm alive if that's what you're asking about." Pixie tried to smile reassuringly, not only for Percy but also for herself, however, she guessed from the worried gaze sent her way that it turned out more like a grimace. She looked away, pretending to be busy with trying to get out. Fuck her back hurt.

Luckily, the car hadn't exploded. They had swerved into a ditch. The driver's side doors were wedged in the mud. The roof had ripped open like wet paper and rain was pouring in.

Lightning was the only explanation. But lightning shouldn't be able to do that to a car, the metal should have acted like as a Faraday cage and make the electricity run across the car and into the ground. They should have been unharmed.

They had been blasted right off the road.

"Grover!" Percy yelled as he leaned over to shake the lump that was Underwood, but he didn't wake up.

Pixie crawled over to the satyr and examined him. Blood trickled from the side of his mouth and he looked to have a nasty lump on his head, which was going to give him one hell of a headache when he woke up.

(And it was very much a when because he would wake up.)

Then he groaned "Food," and she knew he was okay. He still needed to wake up though...

Pixie slapped him - and god she'd wanted to do that for so long. "Wake," slap! "Up," slap! "You big," slap! "Lump of," slap! "Enchiladas!" Slap! She was panting slightly as she waited for Underwood to wake up, but he didn't. She shook him. "Underwood! Grover!"

"Children," Mrs. Jackson said, "you have to..." Her voice faltered.

Pixie followed her gaze, looking back. In a flash of lightning, through the mud-spattered rear windshield, she saw the monster lumbering toward them on the shoulder of the road. She held a shiver back, but that did nothing to stop the eerie feeling of ants crawling across her skin.

The monster's top half was bulky and fuzzy, and his hands were huge and meaty, swinging at his sides. He was taller than any human could ever be, his arms and legs like something from a wrestler on steroids, with his bulging biceps and triceps and a bunch of other 'ceps. He wore no clothes except underwear, bright white Fruit of the Looms underwear, which would've normally looked funny but Pixie couldn't even let out a little chuckle without it turning into a squeak. He was terrifying.

Coarse brown hair started at about his belly button and got thicker as it reached his shoulders. His neck was a mass of muscle and fur leading up to his enormous head, which had a snout as long as Pixie's arm, if not longer, snotty nostrils with a gleaming brass ring, cruel black beady eyes, and then there were the horns. Razor sharp horns that could surely pierce even metal.

In all honesty, Pixie could tell who he was in her sleep. He was probably one of the most infamous monsters of all.

Percy swallowed hard. "Who is-"

"Get out of the car." Mrs. Jackson said, deadly serious. "All of you." She threw herself against the driver's side door. It was jammed shut in the mud.

Percy tried his, but it was stuck too. Pixie looked up at the hole in the roof. It might've been an exit, but the edges were sizzling and smoking. She went for her side and felt the door loosen as she gave it a couple of kicks.

"It's opening!"

"You two," Mrs. Jackson said, "you have to run. Do you see that big tree?"

"What?" Percy frowned in confusion.

Another flash of lightning, and through the smoking hole in the roof Pixie saw the tree Mrs. Jackson meant: a huge, White House Christmas tree-sized pine at the crest of the nearest hill.

"Get over that hill and you'll see a big farmhouse down in the valley." Mrs. Jackson continued. "Run and don't look back. Yell for help. Don't stop until you reach the door."

Pixie had a sinking filling in her stomach.

"Mom, you're coming too," Percy said.

Mrs. Jackson's face was pale, her eyes sadder than anything Pixie had ever seen before.

"No!" Percy shouted. "You are coming with me."

Pixie looked back again, the Minotaur was closer now and kept coming toward them, making grunting and snorting noises. They had to hurry.

"Mrs. Jackson," Pixie said urgently. "Percy won't move his ass if you don't move yours, so if you'd please...?"

"I can't cross the property line," she told them.

"We'll figure it out then," Pixie said, voice holding a tone of finality. "But right now we need to move!"

She gave the door on final kick and it swung open into the rain. She quickly climbed out, Percy following and then Mrs. Jackson, taking the still unconscious Underwood with her. Together they all started to stumble uphill through cold, wet, waist-high grass.

Lightning flashed again, and her ears rung. The pine tree was still far away – a hundred yards uphill at least, and the Minotaur was hunched over the car, snuffling and nuzzling the windows.

"His sight sucks, doesn't it?" Percy said, and she saw that he was looking fixedly at the same thing as her.

Mrs. Jackson nodded. "His hearing, too. He goes by smell, but he'll still be able to find us if we don't hurry."

As if on cue, the Minotaur bellowed in rage. He picked up the Camaro by the torn roof, the chassis creaking and groaning. He raised the car over his head and threw it down the road. It slammed into the wet asphalt and skidded in a shower of sparks for about half a mile before coming to a stop. The gas tank exploded.

Percy grin wickedly and Pixie raised an eyebrow. "What's with you? I thought I was the pyro here."

"'Not a scratch', Gabe said,"

Pixie chuckled darkly and in union, they said, "Oh well."

"Children," Mrs. Jackson said firmly. "When he sees us, he'll charge. Wait until the last second, then jump out of the way – directly sideways. He can't change directions very well once he's charging. Do you understand?"

Pixie nodded along with Percy, and as another bellow of rage flew through the air the Minotaur started tromping uphill.

He'd smelled them.

The pine tree was only a few more yards, but the hill was getting steeper and slicker, and everyone was stumbling around as they tried to run up.

The Minotaur closed in. Another few seconds and he'd be on top of them.

Mrs. Jackson looked exhausted, but she said nonetheless, "Go, Percy! Pixie! Separate! Remember what I said."

Percy obviously didn't want to split up, but Pixie had a sinking feeling that Mrs. Jackson was right – it was probably their only chance. Percy sprinted to the left, and Pixie wanted to follow him, but that would defeat the purpose of splitting up, so she took Underwood off Mrs. Jackson's hands and ran to the right.

They were all alone.

Percy turned and stood in front of the Minotaur, who glowered down at him. The Minotaur's beady black eyes glowed with hate, and even from where Pixie stood she could smell the rotten scent that clung to him.

He lowered his head and charged, razor-sharp horns aimed straight at Percy's chest.

Pixie felt her throat clamp together, as she felt an uncomfortable emotion twist and swirl in her stomach. It weighed her down, but she still wanted to run over to Percy.

She quickly told herself to calm down - rushing in wouldn't help him. Pixie could see the fear in his eyes, but he stood strong and held his stance until the last moment when he jumped to the side, and as he did she released a sigh of relief.

The Minotaur stormed past like a freight train, then bellowed with frustration and turned, but not toward Percy this time, toward his mother, who was standing a bit away from Pixie.

They had all reached the crest of the hill. Down the other side, Pixie could see a valley, just as Mrs. Jackson had said, and the lights of a farmhouse glowing yellow through the rain. But that was half a mile away. They would only be able to make it if they somehow learned to fly or teleport.

That would actually be pretty cool.

The Minotaur grunted, pawing the ground. He kept eyeing Mrs. Jackson, who was now retreating slowly downhill, back toward the road, trying to lead the monster away from the others.

"Run, Percy!" Mrs. Jackson told him. "I can't go any farther. Run!"

But Percy didn't move, he was frozen in fear as the Minotaur charged his mother. Pixie would've called out to him but the words were lost in her throat. She saw Mrs. Jackson try to sidestep like she'd told them to do, but the Minotaur's hand shot out and grabbed her by the neck when she tried to get away.

He'd learned his lesson.

The Minotaur lifted Mrs. Jackson and she struggled, kicking and pummeling the air.

"Mom!" Percy shouted.

Mrs. Jackson caught Percy's eyes and managed to choke out one last word: "Go!"

Then, with an angry roar, the Minotaur closed his fists around Mrs. Jackson's neck, and she dissolved before their eyes, melting into light, a shimmering golden form, as if she was a holographic projection. A blinding flash and she was simply… gone.

Percy had lost his mother.

Pixie finally found the will to move, as she heard Percy's heartbroken shout, "NO!" She dumped Underwood on the ground, making sure he didn't hit his head again and sprinted over to her devastated friend.

What was she doing? She had no weapon, there was nothing she could do, but Pixie still couldn't stop her feet from moving.

The Minotaur now charged at Percy, who was practically glowing with anger, and she could feel herself letting go of all common sense as she changed her route to meet the bull-man.

"Pixel! Are you insane!?"

Perhaps she was, Pixie thought absentmindedly, because normally people didn't run towards danger, but here she was doing exactly that. She was still terrified, her arms shook and her breath came out in short pants, but she didn't want Percy to die.

(She wouldn't ever forgive herself if she let that happen.)

The Minotaur's meaty hands shoot out to capture her, but Pixie jumped - and was it just her imagination or did something push her by the feet? She took hold of the big brass ring in a steel grip, swinging er feet past his head so the momentum would carry her past the Minotaur's head. She tightened her grip and as she flew through the air she pulled the ring along with her. A wet rip and a roar soon followed as she stumbled onto the ground behind the monster, jolting her whole back, which screamed in protest and she bit down on the inside of her cheek.

Firmly held in her hand was the brass ring, pieces of flesh and blood still hanging on, and her face twisted in nausea as she nearly dropped it. She swallowed thickly, feeling the bile in the back of her throat.

The Minotaur swung his arm in a wide arc, and she had to move back if she didn't want to get hit. He stomped his foot on the ground, eyes glaring at her.

He charged.

Pixie turned on her heel but as luck would have it slipped in the mud and twisted her ankle.

It wasn't much a surprise to her when the Minotaur hit her dead on.

She flew through the air and slammed into a tree. Pain shot through her back and into her limbs and she grounded her teeth together, trying to silence the scream that wanted to climb out her throat and into the open. A muffled cry left her lips, tears springing into her eyes.

"Pixel!" Percy yelled.

The girl fell down on the ground with a dull dunk, landing on her front. Pain ran through her again at the violent jolt, and it felt like someone was stabbing knives into her back over and over, again and again.

Shit, why had she been so stupid? Of course, she couldn't go against the fucking Minotaur, what was she smoking?

Pixie opened her eyes. Everything was blurred and nausea ran through her. She swallowed, but the horrible taste in her mouth only grew, her tongue feeling like lead. Black spots danced joyously - though there was nothing joyous about the situation - before her vision, censoring her sight.

She tried to answer the worried calling, but whenever she opened her mouth Pixie felt bile rise up and she quickly sealed her lips together. She took deep breaths through her nose, breathing through the pain, nausea, confusion.

Blurry shapes that disappeared and reappeared in entirely different places dotted her vision, and she shut her eyes tightly to prevent the nausea from doubling.

A final roar and then the only thing she heard was the rain beating down around her. She peeked cautiously from between her lashes, the big lump she had assumed to be the Minotaur was gone.

Pixie smiled, despite it all, she couldn't help but fell a little proud of Percy for beating the half-bull half-man. The smile quickly faded though, turning into a grimace when she felt her head splitting in two.

The rain stopped soon after, but the storm still rumbled threateningly in the distance. Lighting and blood roared in her ears, as darkness - comfortable, calm, safe - engulfed her vision before she was safely pulled into dreamland.