𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙤𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧
In which Percy Jackson finds himself enchanted with the crazy girl of camp half-blood who is much more powerful than anyone knows.
A PERCY JACKSON & THE OLYMPIANS FANFICTION!
A HEROES OF OLYMPUS FAN...
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"You'll break her heart but it's for the best."
ERIS LEWIS HAD A BAD FEELING. As the rode the boar a sick feeling settled in her stomach and she didn't know why and she wasn't sure if she wanted to know.
They rode the boar until sunset, the mountains faded into the distance and were replaced by miles of flat, dry land. The grass and scrub brush got sparser until they were galloping across the desert.
As night fell, the boar came to a stop at a creek bed and snorted. He started drinking the muddy water, then ripped a saguaro cactus out of the ground and chewed it, needles and all.
"This is as far as he'll go," Grover said. "We need to get off while he's eating."
Percy hopped off and like usual held his hand out for Eris. Eris blushed and took his hand, letting him help her hop off. Then they all waddled away as best they could with their saddle sores. After its third saguaro and another drink of muddy water, the boar squealed and belched, then whirled around and galloped back toward the east.
"It likes the mountains better," Percy guessed.
"I can't blame it," Thalia said. "Look."
Ahead of them was a two-lane road half covered with sand. On the other side of the road was a cluster of buildings too small to be a town: a boarded-up house, a taco shop that looked like it hadn't been open since before Zoë Nightshade was born, and a white stucco post office with a sign that said GILA CLAW , ARIZONA hanging crooked above the door. What they previously thought were hills were enormous mounds of old cars, appliances, and other scrap metal. It was a junkyard that seemed to go on forever.
"Wow," Eris muttered, looking around.
"Something tells me we're not going to find a car rental here," Thalia said. She looked at Grover. "I don't suppose you got another wild boar up your sleeve?"
Grover was sniffing the wind, looking nervous. He fished out his acorns and threw them into the sand, then played his pipes. They rearranged themselves in a pattern and Grover looked concerned.
"That's us," he said. "Those six nuts right there."
"Which one is me?" Percy asked.
"The little deformed one," Zoë suggested and Eris couldn't help but laugh.
"Oh, shut up."
"That cluster right there," Grover said, pointing to the left, "that's trouble."
"How?" Eris asked hesitantly, "A monster?"
Grover looked uneasy. "I don't smell anything, which doesn't make sense. But the acorns don't lie. Our next challenge..."
