The Omnitrix holder and the lighting theif

Hello Pink poodle

Percy pov

We were pretty miserable that night. Not really, even though we camped out in the woods, a hundred yards from the main road, in a marshy clearing that local kids had been using for parties. The ground was littered with flattened soda cans and fast-food wrappers.

Amara leads us to clean up the clearing and properly throw it at a trash bin, not too far. She gets out two strange devices which she tossed out and it turned into one huge tent and one small tent. 

" the big one can hold three people, so you boys can have it..." she said placing a device in the center it beams a barrier which vanished, then takes out another which turns into a portable stove with a pan.

"Where did you get these?!" Luke asked as Amara started cooking dinner with some food she got from Aunty m's shop. 

" Papa Chaos gave me this bag with all these things. he says to be prepared for anything....just like Grandpa Max" She said. She gave us food and it was way more delicious that the burger I had.

Luke tried to steal more from amara but she whacked him with her spatula like an angry mom. this kinda cheered us up with her cooking and all. We decided to sleep in shifts. I volunteered to take the first watch after arguing with amara who reluctantly agreed to take the next shift. She curled up in the tent and Luke fell asleep in the other and was snoring as soon as his head hit the ground. Grover 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." 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 the garbage we threw  "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."

"Pam? Like the cooking spray?"

"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, 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 find 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."

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

"Oh, right, sorry."

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."