My eyes open right on time to catch the first glimpse of the Hunter's Camp. Many tents are set up around the place, but they all seem to be surrounding one larger tent in the very center. Incidentally, that's where we seem to be heading. I close my eyes to pretend like I'm still passed out. We must have been hit by tranquilizers or something because it seems to be nightime all over again! When I was asleep I must have been difficult to carry. Unlike the others, the Hunter carrying me has me in both arms. My legs hanging over her left arm and my head over the other while my butt dips down in the middle.

The tent opens as the girl carrying me passes through. It's warm inside, but I can sense that this may be one of the most dangerous situations I've ever been in. I need to trick a goddess into spilling the beans about where an arch rival of hers is hidden. Either that or trick the Hunters of Artemis into telling me where Aphrodite is in exchange for... Well... Sex. That seems to be the system that has been going on for the past whenever. It's also the plan that Drew had set up for me. The Hunters will apparently do anything for Percy Jackson now that Aphrodite has made me irresistible to almost all women. I'm hoping that includes Artemis herself.

I hear a familiar voice ask: "Who are these?"

"We have captured two daughters of Aphrodite and we have one daughter of Ares according to this one. What should we do with them?" A girl asks. She must be the one with Drew, if they are still carrying them.

"Is the red haired girl awake?" That's me.

"Yes." The Hunter carrying me says. "I saw her eyes open a minute ago. She is faking." I open my eyes, no need to pretend now. I try to seem frightened. When my eyes meet Artemis's, I don't need to fake anything. If she catches on that I'm the one that Thalia, one of her Hunters, had had sex with, I'd be done.

"What is your name?" Artemis's look is concerned. She is not a temperamental goddess, and I'm sure with her warm eyes on me, she doesn't know my secret. The girl carrying me puts me down and I stand beside her, although one leg sags a little more than the other. "You look like a daughter of Aphrodite for certain."

"I am." I lie. "My name is Rachel Dare." I almost feel like pointing to my boobs and protesting: 'See, I'm a girl. Does this body look like Percy's? No, because I'm a girl. N-no lying!'

"May I ask what reason you have been searching for?" She continues to look at me. I don't know what to say. You trapped my mother, let her go?

"We wish to join the hunt." Drew says, "If that is aloud."

I nearly begin to fall asleep. I know that Drew's plan is just to stay with the Hunters for a few days and try to extract information out of them, but as her and Artemis talk, Drew saying what we can't do and making it quite obvious that we aren't fit for the hunt. My eyes fall again, silently growing weak and frail. The Hunter beside me nudges my arm. I look up and notice that her eyes are pointed towards Artemis. Strange.

I've never seen this girl before. Maybe she's new. Though she does have some odd familiar look to her. Hmm.

Not too long ago when I first arrived in front of Artemis for the first time, I noticed that there were plenty of girls. But it looks as though not only had many of them disappeared, but a few new ones joined her party.

This Hunter is tan as though she never leaves the beach in the summer. Her hair is light brown, actually it almost looks red like mine.

"Join the Hunt? Two daughters of Aphrodite? You do realize that if you join, you will have to forever resist the company of men for eternity, correct?" I almost laugh, but I can tell that Drew didn't quite think this whole thing through. Her eyes are wide and her chest is rising and falling rapidly. Good thing that she isn't the daughter of Hecate. I can't help but to get on my knees. I'm shaky. I'm tired. Those tranquilizers must have been powerful because before anyone could yell at me, I fall asleep with my head leaning against the leg of the Hunter who carried me.

My brain does a quick backflip as I wake up with a start, not knowing once again where I am. The last thing I can remember is... Wait. I sit up. I'm in a tent. Yes, that's what happened! I must have passed out again while we we're talking to Artemis. A glint of pink catches my eyes as I look down to see I'm in my underwear! Don't tell me that Drew is my roomie again.

The tent is small. Maybe enough room for two or three people. There are two bows, a few swords, daggers and spears on the ground at the opposite side of the tent. I hope that doesn't have anything to do with choosing which weapon would look nicest stabbing through my heart!

Just as I begin to overthink what may be a simple initiation or even just the fact that this could be a storage tent, I hear a footstep outside of the tent. I immediately lay back down on the cold ground and close my eyes. A girl walks in, but it's not Drew or Clarisse. It's that red hairs, er, the brown haired girl who had jabbed me in the chest after I almost dozed off the first time.

When the doors open, however, no light passes through. It must be night, but I doubt it's the night of the same day. I peek a little, but I hope it's not enough for anyone to notice. Her eyes scan my body. I try not to get any goosebumps, but the way she stares at me is like she is looking at a picture on a wall.

As the girl walks to the other side of her tent, she mumbles something about anger. Or I think that's it. If I was forced to piece together the situation of a half naked girl in her panties after passing out and the word 'anger', I think I would jump to the worst. Since, you know, I am forced to piece this together...

First of all, my life is in the palms of every girl I face in the next week or so. How ever long it takes to get the information out of Artemis or her Hunters of Aphrodite's location and for Drew to make an escape plan. Since there are many Hunters scavenging through these woods looking for me–well, the boy me–there is no chance of us just making a break for it. In fact...

The redhead / brown haired, um, man I need to get my girl thinking in line now. The auburn hair maybe. Well anyways, she walks up to me. "Up! Get up, bitch." She kicks my waist, hard. "I know you're awake." I should really stop trying to fake sleep.

I sit up immediately. Maybe as Percy I could have taken that blow, but in this body it probably bruised.

"What–" I cough, readjusting my voice back in tune, "What was that for?"

"Your Aphro sister blabbed. She tells us you come in search of your mother as soon as a knife was held to her throat."

"Damn."

"What?"

"Nothing." I say with a sigh of defeat. Auburn pushes me down on my rear end. I'm so thankful for Rachel's cushiony butt. It broke the fall quite a bit.

"I know you are hiding Percy Jackson. You are probably going to tell him as soon as one of you figures it out. I bet anything you are fucking him and that is why you are working for him. No Aphrodite bitches would be stupid enough to challenge Artemis with her current rage."

I remember a bit of mine and Drew's conversation after she dressed me up this morning... Or last morning. She said something like: "According to Aphrodite, the Hunters don't often get banged so secretly they go into towns nearby and scout for girlfriends. Since it's not breaking Artemis's law and they aren't running away with any mortals, they'd be okay." But there was something she didn't quite know. Something about the Hunters seducing the girls / women in a way they couldn't resist. If that way was beating them up like Auburn Hair is doing to me right now, I think I'm resisting pretty well.

"I promise, I am not hiding Percy Jackson! I don't know what you're talking about?"

"Yeah? Well why don't I show you?" She throws me a grey sweater matching the one she's wearing. I grab my pants. "We're going on a field trip."

It really is dark out, and cold. If Auburn Hair is cold at all, she's not showing it very well. We walk through the trees going east I think. I don't know, all I have to do is just follow the Hunter.

I have thoughts about taking a run for it as soon as I feel Riptide form in my pocket. I could totally ditch them and head back to Camp Half Blood and be with Annabeth again. I get second thoughts as soon as I'm reminded that I'm sort in Rachel's body. The camp would be astonished that not only had a mortal found the camp, but that same girl claims to be Percy Jackson.

A tree branch hits me in the face causing me to fall over. I can't risk losing my guide, especially if when she realizes that I'm gone, I'd be hunted down.

"So..." I say after a while of silence. I receive a grunt in return. Not necessarily an answer, but enough to get a picture drawn out that she's not exactly in the mood for chit-chat. A few more minutes of trekking through the forest and I finally get her to open up.

"Your friend Percy Jackson is single handedly destroying my life right now. I do not know how this all began, but the only family I have is the Hunt," Auburn Hair begins, "Once the Hunters had explored where I am about to take you, they obsessed about him and journeyed off to hunt him, but not for the same reason I am hunting him."

Her tone scares me. What if as some sort of kinky prank, Aphrodite transforms me into my Percy-self again? I have a feeling I would be shishkabobs before I'm able to plead innocent.

"It is just around the corner now. When we get there, you will do exactly as told. I do not care if you die trying, and I do not care if your courtship with Percy Jackson will suffer after this, we both know it is just part of Aphrodite's plan. She will enjoy having a climax in another relationship." We pause in place simultaneously. What? "I mean, another 'bad part in a story' type of climax–In a relationship separate of herself."

She swears. If I wasn't so close to death, I would have laughed at her misuse in words. It's not everyday you see a blush of embarrassment flush across a Hunter's face.

But she is correct. Aphrodite seems to be creating yet another sick story of love again like what she had been doing with Annabeth and I before. I'm surprised she didn't follow through with that one. I'm trying not to imagine what Annabeth would be thinking and saying right now if she knew what I've gotten myself into.

Just around the corner, as Auburn Hair had said, must be the location she was taken me to. A cave. A strange cave. The inside looks all pink. Something like if Professor Umbridge would design, only more mysterious.

"It is part of the Labyrinth that Percy Jackson had taken down only recently. For some reason, this remained." She says. There is something strange about the cave. Not just the appearance, but the aura of it. It's sorta making me... Oh no.

I look down at my jeans, yet can't see a thing. I feel... Wet. Is that normal in a girl's body for that to just happen out of nowhere?

"Yes. This cave is packed with a sort of scent. When we all went in there one time to fetch some water..."

"Water? Isn't there a stream close to the camp?" I interrupt.

"The water in there is special. After our last conflict with Aphrodite, she came up with a compromise so we all get what we want. The water contains..." She looks at me, but shakes it off. To be honest, I don't really care.

I twirl my finger in a circle to tell her to continue on with her story. I can tell from the look on her face that she isn't impressed with my impatience, but the more I wait here, the more I need to get away from this cave!

Come to think of it, why is she introducing me to the cave of romance (or whatever they call it)? Just at that second when I'm caught staring at the cave, I feel a knife on the back of my neck.

"Now, I am going to need for you to walk forward, and don't stop until you find the source of our problem." Her voice deepened with every word she said. But she is right. There is something in there that must have caused all of these girls to go ga-ga over me. But she is wrong about the fact that I'm going to be the one to find it out. "When you come out with that certain lust for Percy Jackson, I will follow you when you lead me straight to where you are hiding him!"

I release Riptip from it's pen and swing myself to the right to avoid her knife. As I turn around and look at her, I notice that it's not a knife and rather some sort of sword as well. I lunge to her, knowing that with these legs I will never be able to outrun her's.

Our swords meet as I swing to the left and she defends herself from my surprise attack. When she realizes I mean business, Auburn Hair begins to attack one after another as well. I swing it the side and parry her oncoming attack and throw myself to my left. I get down on my knee and raise my sword which rips a vertical tear on her sweater.

She swings towards me, but since I'm down lower, she misses the top of my head by a hair. Literally! When I get up, I am surprised by a swing to my shoulder. It lands crashing the flat part on me sweater, but it wasn't hard. Just enough to hurt me a little. We continue to fight. Swing after swing. I keep my plan in going for the hilt of her sword to be the one to make the next move of placing a sword to the other's neck.

I can't help but to momentarily get distracted by the aroma of the pink cave. I can tell it's affecting Auburn Hair as well. After a minute, I realize that I'm growing weaker and weaker in this spot. Either that or I need to get her closer!

Just as I hop behind her to force her backwards, the girl anticipates me move and kicks my waist causing me to drop Riptip and fall once again on my butt.

Auburn's rage continues as she throws away my sword and her own and plops down on top of my stomach. Her knees on either side. She punches me in the breasts. Left and then right and left and right again. I moan loudly in pain. As she struggles to keep hitting me, I notice directly after I moan again, she slips a moan as well. A moan that signifies something other than pain. We look at eachother. The scent of the cave has got to us both. We stand together and look at the cave as if it were calling us. I can run now. I can get out of here while she isn't armed.

Instead, I follow the Auburn Haired girl inside the pink cave.

There are tiny steaming waterfalls on the sides filling bathes of water. I would have taken a drink of it, but not after being told of there being a secret ingredient in the supply.

The floors are a darker pink than the walls and there are separate cave doors of the same colour on the side of the walls every now and then. We ignore them and continue forward as if we had someone behind each of us tell us to walk or die.

I don't know what's wrong with my head. It's as if whatever is in the air, it's affecting the way I think. The way I move. And the way I look at Auburn Hair's butt as she walks ahead of me.

~ This is going just as planned, actually. Wouldn't you guess that these two would stray through my path together. Two syllables: Ro-mance. I can tell with every look that Percy gives 'her', he's coming to find out who she might be. A large rock appears in front of Percy's foot.

I trip and land on my face. It's the only thing that might have caused Auburn Hair to stop in her tracks and look back at me. Her hand lases to her chin and looks at me almost as if she is amused. I look up, trying to put on a grumpy face, but it's impossible. She just looks too cute standing there. Auburn Hair bends down and offers her hand. I accept it and stand up. I look back. A pink rock was what had tripped me. I kick at it and then turn away and continue walking.

This time I stop in my tracks. Behind me, Auburn has stopped where she picked me up. She looks sad for some reason.

"I know you from some place, don't I?" I ask.

"I do not know what has come over me," She ignores my question. "I am one of the best Hunters in the Hunt, but right now... I feel weak. Almost as if you, Rachel, are doing something to me. Ever since I left Yancy Academy I have never felt..."

"Wait, Yancy? I went there before I was taken to Camp Half Blood!" That's when I finally place here name to her face. This girl is: "Nancy Bobofit." I say.

"That's me." She says, smiling. I can't believe it. My enemy has become my enemy all over again! "A mortal in the Hunt. The only reason for that is because I can see through the Mist. It was my only talent before my parents were killed." She says with a straight face. To be honest, right now I'm only feeling one thing. The one thing that makes me want to run out of here fast. But then again...

~ It's amazing how some things can just work on their own without any motivation at all. Well, minus the cave's 'aroma' as they had called it. The two girl's eye dig right into the other's. They are filled with a certain feeling for each other. Romance. Lust. Percy grows weak, desperate for Nancy's attention. And now we sit and watch! ~

"Nancy..." I breath, but even I can only hear a slight pleading in my tone. My brain wants to get out of here. My body wants to stay.

Nancy moves to me and presses me against the pink wall, her hands quickly unzipping my sweater off and the sliding to the hem of my shirt. I swear as Nancy pulls it up and drops my bra off to fall down my body. She continues to raise my shirt over my breasts, not even waiting for me to lift my arms. We're moving so quickly I don't even have time to think!

Nancy lowers herself so that she could place soft kisses on my right breast while her left hand slowly brushing over the other. I can't really ignore the rising heat at my core, and I close my legs together to try to give myself at least the slightest relief. Nancy's lips close over my nipple at the same time her fingers pinched the other. I cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

Me head falls back and my breathing increases.

"Nancy..." I groan. Looking down to find the girl looking right back up at me. Her mouth still closed over my breast and her hand rolling my nipple between her fingers. That sight alone made my face blush an even darker shade of red, and suddenly I begin to feel a dimly familiar throbbing stir up between my thighs.

The Hunter senses this as she works my breasts with her mouth and hand, and with her right hand, she began to feel my sides, coming down to my hip before slipping a finger beneath the waistband. 'Please', my mind screamed, and Nancy's fingers began to slip further down, making their way from my hip bone to just above my vagina where Nancy feel the moisture of arousal.

"Mmm, Rachel," the redhead said against my breast in an almost flirtatious tone. I restrain myself from moving my hips forward to slip the girl's fingers downward. I can't help but to feel a desperately needed to be touched. Nancy could sense this, and finally she allowed a finger to move to the top of my slit, and she touched it. I feel my knees buckle as my legs nearly gave out beneath me.

The girl smiles and stops, leaving me to breath heavily while I wait for her to begin again. She grabs on to my arm. I can't concentrate on anything. Nancy takes my hand and leads me through one of the caves on the walls. It's all just a big blur until she sits me down on a bed. Of course there is a bed in a pink walled and carpeted cave, why shouldn't there be? Nancy pulls my shirt off the rest of the way and tugs on the waistband of my pants. I pull them down and step out of them.

This is when Nancy pull off her own shirt without even the slightest bit of doubt that this is the moment to do so. I look down and stare at the girl's more perky breasts. My drugged brain seems to not even need to think about my next task. My hands rush up to them, taking them into my fingers and feeling their sides. Nancy playfully gasps, a small smile on her face as her own hands move onto my stomach again, slipping slowly downward and toward the elastic of my wet panties. In one swift motion they were pulled down.

"Ah," I hiss as the slight draft of the air hit the moisture between my legs. Wow. I never thought that a few years away from school, Nancy Bobofit would grow so much. In many different places.

We both make our way onto the bed with Nancy poised between my legs. Her hands stroking down the sides of my hips as she looks down at my wet center. Slowly she makes her way down, not losing her eye contact with me, her hands already beginning to stroke down below. I open my legs slightly to allow her more access.

In all the years Nancy and I had been friends–well, in all of the years we have been forced to sit in the same room together no matter how much she annoyed the living crap out of me–I would have never imagined her being in any type of relationship or sexual experience. She's always been so strange and unlikable.

Nancy slipped a finger deep inside of me before stroking her tongue up my clit. For a moment I had been lost in her thoughts. These feelings are like experiencing a whole new type of pleasure. Looking down I notice the auburn haired girl's eyes dart up to capture my own gaze. Immediately I can tell what Nancy is thinking; pay attention to me.

The girl began to work up a rhythm with her single finger, hitting a place inside of me that I swore had never been hit before. Actually, I guess it hadn't! Her tongue was almost shyly running across the top of my slit at the same time, as if testing my taste. The sensations that shot through me were enough to have my breath and heartbeat elevated. I watch Nancy through pressed brows and half-lidded eyes until Nancy took a long, deep stroke that had eliminated the focus of my vision. I lay my head back and moan lowly, running a hand through my hair and clenching the other one into a fist against the comforter of the bed.

"God, you're beautiful," came Nancy's voice. I could hardly hear it over my own pulse ringing in my ears at the same time as the throbbing in my core. As she spoke, the redhead slipped another finger inside of her. I breath sharply, but two of Nancy's slender fingers wasn't too much–no, it wouldn't have been enough if I hadn't known what to do with them, but here she was causing me to work up a sweat.

I couldn't think of anything to say to that; not that I could talk right now anyway. When Nancy's lips pressed down onto me I can't help but move my hips toward her mouth. She responded by sliding her fingers deeper inside of her and taking my clit in between her lips, and she suckled on it gently. I can feel a new kind of intense heat building in my new body, and suddenly the need to go over the edge consumes me. My hips begin to move out of my control, slowly grinding against the girl's insanely dexterous fingers and tongue, and the redhead didn't complain. She simply moved along with her, her free hand moving to my hips where she lightly traced her nails over the skin, and the almost tickling sensation drove me mad.

I begin to sigh moans with every buck of my hips, trying to form some words but nothing comes out as anything more than a lustful cry for God. I'm painfully close, my insides beginning to burn in her core. The tingling tendrils of sensation began to rise from inside of me where Nancy's fingers were slightly curled to hit that spot. My breath comes faster until I can swear I could simply take no more, and finally, as if some prayer was answered, I feel my release beginning.

I fall limp against the bed, and Nancy slowly pulls her hand out from inside of me. Nancy sits still for a moment, simply watching my girl's breasts rise and fall in breath, and her hands strokes my legs as I shudder in the aftershocks of my dying high.

Slowly, Nancy moves so that she is lying beside me. Her arm tied around my waist. My hand comes up to take the girl's wrist, gripping onto it shakingly as I turn my head to the side to nuzzle my face into Nancy's neck. My lips close there, sloppily killing the girl just below her jaw, my hot breath tickling the moisture that was left there.

Nancy giggles quietly, her opposite hand softly cupping the side of my face.

"Have I done well?" Nancy asks, whimpering slightly as she takes a nip at the side of my jawbone. I can't speak so I simply respond with a grunt. 'Just one more minute' I think to myself, quietly smiling against her neck.

Nancy picked up on her growing anxiety and rubbed her thumb over her cheek, moving and lowering her face so that she could look at her eye-to-eye.

"Are you not happy?" she asks, the whine in her voice slightly saddened.

I open my eyes and roll over onto my side to fully face her. Nancy watches as I move (fully naked and exposed in front of her) and was taken aback by the forcefulness by which I capture her lips. Hungrily, she attacks them, skipping the request and immediately parting the my with her tongue. It was though a sudden passion had consumed me, and in that dangerously violent way of mine, I was practically telling the girl I am to thank her by fucking her senseless.

I move so that I'm on top of the girl, my breasts pressing against the top of Nancy's chest, and my legs now resting on either side of her. I remove my tongue and softly nibbled at the girl's lower lip, and Nancy nearly yelped. I have my hands on the girl's wrists, holding them out to her sides as I begin to move my lips down the side of the girl's jawbone, leaving a trail of hot wet kisses.

"Rachel, you don't have to..."

~ This would have to be my favorite part. When it's Percy's turn to give everything back. Percy is filled with lust that can only be used by making passionate love to Nancy. Lots of it!

I remove myself from Nancy's body, my narrow eyes staring down at the girl below me with a look of unbridled passion, (or was it anger?) that nearly scared Nancy.

"Do you want me to stop?" I ask in a dangerously low voice.

"N-no! I just -"

I ignore the rest of her words and move back to the side of Nancy's neck. My tongue begins to slip out and circle at a sensitive spot just below her ear before I parts my lips and nip the skin. Nancy's hands grip against the bed, and I feel her struggle slightly. I move my hands off of her wrists, allowing the girl beneath her me to relax, if only slightly.

I move my body downward, my breasts now pressed against Nancy's. Her body still covered with a light sheet of sweat that had formed earlier. It actually had made it easier for my breasts to slide against the other girl's, nipples meeting and slipping against each other as I move my body against Nancy's.

Nancy is making little mewing sounds. It causes me to want to grind harder against her. The sounds were stirring up an instinct inside of me, almost like an animal trying to get out. The girl's hands begin to tangle up in my long, red hair.

I begin to grow impatient, but I force myself to keep my pace steady, my body now sliding slowly lower and lower down Nancy. Finally, my lips come to her collarbone, where I run my teeth over her delicate skin, then to the top of her breasts. My lips become predatory as they suck upon the girl's soft breasts, circling around her nipple, causing the so serious Hunter girl beneath me to whimper. Nancy grips my hair harder.

After a few minutes I move so that I am at the girl's lower abdomen, and then a little lower. Nancy's eyes watch me as I get ready. Her hands begin to play with her own breasts as she watches me.

I don't hesitate. I run my hands down the girl's sides and then down the insides of her thighs, coming to the warm skin of her center and parting the lips there. Nancy bites her lower lip as I slip a finger inside, stroking in and out just as she had done to me only minutes earlier. It created a sort of strange but incredibly pleasurable sensation within me. Nancy groans slightly, kneading her breasts with her hands as I began to make circular motions around her sensitive areas. I don't even know how I can tell exactly where to get her, but when I do it's quite obvious.

Nancy moves her hips anxiously as I slide two fingers inside. The redhead groaned as the girl's fingers curl upward to stroke against the top. Strangely, Nancy is really tight.

I look up to find Nancy's eyes closed, one hand behind her head and gripping her own hair and the other still playing with her breast, squeezing and sighing. I found the opportunity to lower myself so that my lips were only inches from her center. I draw in the inviting smell of sex from her body. I release my breath in a heavy sigh, blowing hot breath against the wetness there. Nancy nearly jumps in surprise; I hadn't even realized the girl had moved so close to me.

I finally ducked her head, pressing her lips against the top of her mound, and look up to see Nancy's head fall back in anticipation for what I knew was coming. I slipped my tongue down and onto the hood of the girl's clit, testing the taste, and found that it was surprisingly sweet; she had expected something salty and rather unpleasant.

Nancy could feel her climax rising, and she began to move harder against my lips and hands, and suddenly she felt her entrance stretch even wider–I had inserted another finger, and three was all it took to nearly fill her up.

She moaned loudly at the new sensation, and the light-eyed girl removed her lips, sticking her tongue out and dragging it from the entrance, where her fingers were nearly pounding in and out of her, up across her clit. The motion was rough and hard, and Nancy's head thrashed to the side as her hips bucked toward I, who moved along with her, and it caused her come closer to the edge than before.

Nancy suddenly arched her back as her orgasm overtook her without any more of a warning, and her body began to grind against my strong tongue and hands as she rode out her orgasm.

I can see the redness draining from her face as a smile appears. I think it's over.

I can't help but to feel really sleepy, but Nancy continues to grin in my direction.

I find myself getting on top of her again, laying another well needed kiss upon her lips.

"W-what do we do now?" I ask but I can feel that I'm not going to be able to do anything until I lay back down on this very comfy, very sticky bed.

That is all I remember before my eyes shut.

~ Well wasn't that sweet? Percy and his old girl got back together in the end. But don't think that this is the end of the story. This is just the turn around part. The part where you as a reader get to decide what happens next. ~

Epilogue.

In the morning, we continue walking forward as if it were our duty to meet the edge of the cave. I still had no idea what we were looking for until we reader the end. Where the Labyrinth had crumbled when I destroyed it not too long ago. There were large boulders that blocked up from going any further, but that's not what surprised me. I look at Nancy who stars at the object places on top of a larger boulder. A picture of me. A picture of Percy Jackson.

Nancy begins shaking before getting on one knee. Mesmerized with the picture of me. This is probably what the other Hunters had seen before. Between the mix of the cave's lust-filled aroma and the picture, they probably all feel in love with me. Shit.

I look at Nancy one more time as she stands up and turns around. Dashing to get out of this cave. Running to find me. Running to find Percy Jackson.

End of Part One.

~ Thank you all for reading so far, but this story is long from over. Percy doesn't follow Nancy, but instead heads back to the Hunter's camp before anyone tries to hunt him down. What should happen next? Who should I pair him with? All of your votes will shape part two and lead him in any direction you want. My favorite part about this Golden Typewriter is how much adventure we can add to anyone's love life.

Thank you for reading. Review or PM me and tell me which way to lead him, and in whose direction. Happy reading!

Aphrodite, Goddess of Love and Beauty. ~