The Riptides: Percy's Sister (Percy Jackson And The Olympians)

Book One, Chapter Twelve 1.12

We were pretty miserable that night.

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.

We decided to sleep in shifts. Percy volunteered to take the first watch.

Annabeth curled up on the blankets and was snoring as soon as her 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," Percy told him. "I'll wake you if there's trouble."

He nodded, but still didn't close his eyes. "It makes me sad."

"What does? The fact that you signed up for this stupid quest?" Percy guessed.

"No. This makes him sad." I pointed to all the garbage on the ground. "And the sky. You can't even see the stars. We've polluted the sky. It's a terrible time to be a satyr."

"You're an environmentalist?" Grover asked.

I nodded. "A little bit. Yeah. Part of why I have Dean's respect." I showed my backpack. "Always carry my own bag and a reusable water bottle with me at all times. But I didn't want to lose it so I left it in our cabin. When I do use a plastic bottle or if I have trash, I hold onto it until I find a trash or recycle can."

"Well, you've now earned my respect, Molly." Grover glared at Percy. "Most humans wouldn't be. Your species is clogging up the world so fast... ah, nevermind. It's useless to lecture a human. At the rate things are going, I'll never find Pan."

"Pam? Like the cooking spray?" I asked.

"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 have once been in these woods.

"Tell me about the search," Percy said.

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

"The God of Wild Places disappeared two thousand years ago," he told us. "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."

"And you want to be a searcher." Percy said.

"It's my life's dream," Grover said. "My father was a searcher. And my Uncle Ferdinand... the statue you saw back there-"

"Oh, right, sorry." Percy apologized.

Grover shook his head. "Uncle Ferdinand knew the risks. So did my dad. But I'll succeed. I'll be the first searcher to return alive."

I got wide eyed. "Hang on- the first?"

Grover took his reed pipes out of his pocket. "No searcher has ever come back. Once they set out, they disappear. They're never seen alive again."