daylight | percy jackson

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BOOK THREE

CHAPTER TEN.

❝ was she pretty? ❞

gracie speaks!

happy valentines day my gorgeous gorgeous angels

i love all of you to the moon and saturn

and as a valentines day gift

i thought i would give you all a double update

dite to the rescue!! 

THEY RODE the boar until sunset, which was about as much as her back could take. Imagine riding a giant steel brush over a bed of gravel all day. That's about how comfortable boar-riding was.

Aria had no idea how many miles they covered, but 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."

Nobody needed convincing. They slipped off the boar's back while he was busy ripping up cacti. 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 said.

"I can't blame it," Thalia said. "Look."

Ahead of them was a two-lane road half blown over 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. Beyond that was a range of hills...but then Aria noticed that they weren't regular hills. The countryside was way too flat for that. The hills were enormous mounds of old cars, appliances, and other scrap metal. It was a junkyard that seemed to go on forever.

"Whoa," Aria breathed out.

"Something tells me we're not going to find a car rental here," Thalia muttered. She looked at Grover. "I don't suppose you've 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 that made no sense to her, but Grover looked concerned.

"That's us," the satyr said. "Those six nuts right there."

"Which one is me?" Percy asked.