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BOOK ONE
CHAPTER EIGHT.
❝ we're taking travel advice from a dog now? ❞
THE MOON hung high in the night sky, casting ethereal silhouettes through the dense forest where the quartet had set up camp near the highway. Rubbish filled the area, and bottles and cans were stacked up high. Percy suggested they sleep in shifts, and he volunteered for the first watch. Annabeth, nestled against a tree trunk, fell asleep instantly, her gentle snores echoing through the trees. Aria lifted her own blanket and placed it gently on top of the sleeping girl making sure she was warm. Annabeth's resting face was one of content and Aria prayed a silent prayer that she was having a peaceful sleep. Grover, on the other hand, was far from content.
The satyrs eyes darted around, scanning the campsite with visible distress. "Look at all this rubbish!" he exclaimed, gesturing towards discarded wrappers and plastic bottles scattered around. "Nature deserves better, and it's my job to protect it."
Percy nodded in understanding. "I get it, Grover. You're like the environmental guardian of the woods."
Grover sighed, his gaze distant. "It's more than that. I'm on a quest to find Pan, the Lord of the Wild. The spirits of nature are fading, and Pan is missing. I've got to find him before it's too late."
Aria, intrigued by Grover's revelation, inquired, "Pan? Like the flute-playing guy with goat legs?"
Grover nodded solemnly. "Yes, that's him. The wild place's are dying, and Pan is the spirit that sustains them. If we don't find him, everything will wither away."
"How are you going to find him?" Aria asked, genuinely curious.
"In every generation, the bravest satyrs pledge their lives to finding Pan. They search the earth, exploring every wild place, hoping to find where he is hidden and wake him so he can save us."
"So you want to be a searcher?" Percy questioned, curiosity lacing his words.
"Ever since I was a boy. My Dad was a searcher. My uncle Ferdinand... he was a statue back there—" Grover's voice caught briefly, and he took a deep breath to compose himself.
"I'm so sorry, Grover," Aria said, her touch gentle as she patted him on the back.
"It's alright. He knew the risks, and so did my dad. But I won't let Pan or them down. I'll be the first searcher to return alive."
"The first?" Percy asked, his voice carrying a note of shock.
Grover nodded, a determined gleam in his eyes. "Yeah, the first. Searching for Pan is no easy feat. Many have tried, but none have come back. I'm going to change that. I owe it to them."
Aria couldn't help but admire Grover's resolve. "What makes you think you can succeed where others haven't?"
Grover's gaze turned to the distant horizon, as if seeking inspiration from the night sky. "I can feel it. The call of the wild. Pan's out there, and I can sense him. I have to believe that I'm the one who can bring him back. It's in my nature, you know?"
The trio sat in silence with nothing but the distant hum of the highway.
"How are we going to get to the Underworld? What chance do we have against a god?" Percy asked, his question breaking the quietude.
Grover was quick to respond. "Back at Medusa's Annabeth was telling me-"
"Great. Another brilliant plan from the daughter of Athena." Percy rudely remarked.
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daylight | percy jackson
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