Olivia Anworth liked to know everything. She knows nothing about Percy Jackson.
Percy Jackson seemed to know nothing. He has no problem getting to know about Olivia Anworth.
Annabeth Chase thought she knew everything. Alice Rosario changed that.
Ali...
THEY ARRIVED IN LONG ISLAND JUST AFTER CLARISSE WITH THE HELP OF THE CENTAURS' TRAVEL POWERS. Percy rode on Chiron's back, but they didn't talk much, especially not about Kronos. Learning that the guy was Chiron's dad was... interesting, to say the least. And Percy wasn't gonna pry.
When they got to camp, the centaurs were anxious to meet Dionysus. They'd heard about the wild parties he threw, but they were disappointed. The wine god was in no mood to celebrate as the whole camp gathered at the top of Half-Blood Hill.
The camp had been through a hard two weeks. The arts and crafts cabin had burned to the ground from an attack by a Draco Aionius and the Big House's rooms were overflowing with wounded. The kids in the Apollo cabin, who were the best healers, had been working overtime performing first aid. Everybody looked weary and battered as they crowded around Thalia's tree.
Olivia stepped forward to stand right in front of the tree. Clarisse gave her a look and held the Fleece out.
"I mean, it's only 'cause you're on the quest," she huffed.
Percy had a feeling it was deeper than that.
The moment the two draped the Golden Fleece over the lowest bough, the moonlight seemed to brighten, turning from gray to liquid silver. A cool breeze rustled in the branches and rippled through the grass, all the way into the valley. Everything came into sharper focus—the glow of the fireflies down in the woods, the smell of the strawberry fields, the sound of the waves on the beach.
Percy saw Olivia watch with anticipation until the needles on the pine tree started turning from brown to green. Everybody cheered. It was happening slowly, but there could be no doubt—the Fleece's magic was seeping into the tree, filling it with new power and expelling the poison.
Chiron immediately ordered a twenty-four/seven guard duty on the hilltop, at least until he could find an appropriate monster to protect the Fleece. He said he'd place an ad in Olympus Weekly right away.
In the meantime, Clarisse and Olivia were carried on their respective cabin mates' shoulders down to the amphitheater, where the two got to be honored with laurel wreaths and a lot of celebrating around the campfire. The Apollo kids were especially happy for Olivia's second quest in a row.
