𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 • 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘺 𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘰𝘯

I Have A Dam Problem

A/N: Sorry this took me such a dam long time.

Percy's Pov:

At the edge of the dump, we found a tow truck so old it might've been thrown away itself. But the engine started, and it had a full tank of gas, so we decided to borrow it. 

Thalia drove. She didn't seem as stunned as Zoe or Grover or me. 

"The skeletons are still out there," she reminded us. "We need to keep moving." 

She navigated us through the desert, under clear blue skies, the sand so bright it hurt to look at. Zoe sat upfront with Thalia. Grover, Grayson, and I sat in the pickup bed, leaning against the tow winch. The air was cool and dry, but the nice weather just seemed like an insult after losing Bianca. 

My hand closed around the little figurine that had cost her life. I still couldn't even tell what god it was supposed to be. Nico would know. 

Oh, gods... what was I going to tell Nico? I wanted to believe that Bianca was still alive somewhere. But I had a bad feeling that she was gone for good. 

"It should've been me," I said. "I should've gone into the giant." 

"Don't say that!" Grover panicked. "It's bad enoughAnnabeth and Y/n are gone, and now Bianca. Do you think I could stand it if..." He sniffled. "Do you think anybody else would be my best friend?" 

"I know Grayson loves being your friend as much as I do," I tried to comfort him.

Grover sniffled. "It-It wouldn't be the same."

"Ah, Grover... " 

He wiped under his eyes with an oily cloth that left his face grimy as if he had on warpaint. "I'm... I'm okay." 

But he wasn't okay. Ever since the encounter in New Mexico—whatever had happened when that wild wind blew through—he seemed fragile, even more, emotional than usual. I was afraid to talk to him about it because he might start bawling. 

At least there's one good thing about having a friend who gets freaked out more than you do. I realized I couldn't stay depressed. I had to set aside thinking about Bianca and keep us going forward, the way Thalia was doing. I wondered what she and Zoe were talking about in the front of the truck. 

The tow truck ran out of gas at the edge of a river canyon. That was just as well because the road dead-ended. 

Thalia got out and slammed the door. Immediately, one of the tires blew. "Great. What now?" 

I scanned the horizon. There wasn't much to see. Desert in all directions, occasional clumps of barren mountains plopped here and there. The canyon was the only thing interesting. The river itself wasn't very big, maybe fifty yards across, green water with a few rapids, but it carved a huge scar out of the desert. The rock cliffs dropped away below us. 

"There's a path," Grover said. "We could get to the river." 

I tried to see what he was talking about, and finally noticed a tiny ledge winding down the cliff face. "That's a goat path," Grayson said. 

"So?" Grover asked. 

"The rest of us aren't goats." 

"We can make it," Grover said. "I think." 

I thought about that. I'd done cliffs before, but I didn't like them. Then I looked over at Thalia and saw how pale she'd gotten. Her problem with heights... she'd never be able to do it. 

"No," I said. "I, uh, think we should go farther upstream." 

Grover said, "But—" 

"Come on," I said. "A walk won't hurt us."