Hermosa/wtm/

12

We Get Advice From a Poodle

"I didn't take it!"

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We were pretty miserable that night.

“Fair…” Blaise glanced at the couple.

They were cuddled up to each other, ignoring the world around them. Nico was tucked into Percy’s side and was talking in lowered voices.

We camped out in the woods, a hundred yards from the main road, in a marshy clearing that local kids had obviously been using for parties. The ground was littered with flattened soda cans and fast-food wrappers.

We’d taken some food and blankets from Aunty Em’s, but we didn’t dare light a fire to dry our damp clothes. The Furies and Medusa had provided enough excitement for one day. We didn’t want to attract anything else.

“Smart.”

We decided to sleep in shifts. I volunteered to take first watch.

Draco curled up on the blankets and was snoring as soon as his head hit the ground.

Grover fluttered with his flying shoes to the lowest bough of a tree, put his back to the trunk, and stared at the night sky.

“Go ahead and sleep,” I told him. “I’ll wake you if there’s trouble.”

“You wouldn’t have…You would just try to fight the monster alone…” Nico grumbled into Percy’s ear.

“He is not wrong.” Draco smirked at Percy’s pout and pleaded to help her.

“Fuck both of you…” Percy hissed at the boys.

He nodded, but still didn’t close his eyes. “It makes me sad, Percy.”

“What does? The fact that you signed up for this stupid quest?”

“No. This makes me sad.” He pointed at all the garbage on the ground. “And the sky. You can’t even see the stars. They’ve polluted the sky. This is a terrible time to be a satyr.”

“Oh, yeah. I guess you’d be an environmentalist.”

He glared at me. “Only a human wouldn’t be. Your species is clogging up the world so fast ... ah,  never mind. It’s useless to lecture a human. At the rate things are going, I’ll never find Pan.”

Hermes looked saddened at the mention of Pan.

“Pam? Like the cooking spray?”

The demigods laughed slightly.

“Pan!” he cried indignantly. “P-A-N. The great god Pan! What do you think I want a searcher’s license for?”

A strange breeze rustled through the clearing, temporarily overpowering the stink of trash and muck. It brought the smell of berries and wildflowers and clean rainwater, things that might’ve once been in these woods. Suddenly I was nostalgic for something I’d never known.

“Tell me about the search,” I said.

Grover looked at me cautiously, as if he were afraid I was just making fun.

“The God of Wild Places disappeared two thousand years ago,” he told me. “A sailor off the coast of Ephesos heard a mysterious voice crying out from the shore, ‘Tell them that the great god Pan has died!’ When humans heard the news, they believed it. They’ve been pillaging Pan’s kingdom ever since. But for the satyrs, Pan was our lord and master. He protected us and the wild places of the earth. We refuse to believe that he died. In every generation, the bravest satyrs pledge their lives to finding Pan. They search the earth, exploring all the wildest places, hoping to find where he is hidden, and wake him from his sleep.”