craving |PERCY JACKSON| [book 1] UNDER EDITING

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SELENA GULPED NERVOUSLY AS SHE made her way towards the Big House. Grover had come to get her before leaving to fetch Percy from his new cabin. She heard voices and snuck inside the house, using her powers to make sure no one saw her.

"Tell me, Percy," Chiron insisted. "What did you make of the hellhound?"

"It scared me," Percy answered truthfully, "If you hadn't shot it, I'd be dead."

"You'll meet worse, Percy. Far worse, before you're done." Chiron replied and Percy's eyebrows furrowed in confusion,

"Done... With what?" He asked,

"Your quest, of course. Will you accept it?" Selena's eyes widened. 

He's been here for a week and he was already given a quest. In the back of her mind, she didn't think it was fair. She had waited years for an opportunity like this, and he gets both claimed and assigned a quest.

What did she do wrong?

"Um, sir," Percy glanced at Grover, "you haven't told me what it is yet. "

Chiron grimaced, "Well, that's the hard part, the details. "

Thunder rumbled across the valley. The storm clouds had now reached the edge of the beach. Selena shuddered in fear as Percy spoke, "Poseidon and Zeus," He said. "They're fighting over something valuable... Something that was stolen, aren't they?"

Chiron and Grover exchanged looks before he sat forward in his wheelchair. "How did you know that?"

"The weather since Christmas has been weird, like the sea and the sky are fighting." Percy reasoned, "Then I talked to Selena, and she said something about a theft. And... I've also been having these dreams."

"I knew it," Grover said.

"Hush, satyr," Chiron ordered, not sparing a glance at Grover,

"But it is his quest!" Grover's eyes were bright with excitement. "It must be!"

"Only the Oracle can determine." Chiron stroked his bristly beard. "Nevertheless, Percy, you are correct. Your father and Zeus are having their worst quarrel in centuries. They are fighting over something valuable that was stolen. To be precise; a lightning bolt."

Percy laughed nervously. "A what?"

"Do not take this lightly," Chiron warned. "I'm not talking about some tinfoil-covered zigzag you'd see in a second-grade play. I'm talking about a two-foot-long cylinder of high-grade celestial bronze, capped on both ends with god-level explosives."