~Months later~

"Chiron, I-I can't stay longer. I mean I want to, but Annabeth and the looks I get from campers because of the way I chose to heal, I need a fresh start. I'll come back after things settle and I can walk, but for now, I just need to go." I told the old centaur. He gave me a sad smile as I turned to head back to my cabin and pack. 

After packing a bag with some pictures, my spoils from battles, and my clothes, I headed back out. Not paying attention to where I was crutching (get it?), I smacked into something. Actually it was more like someone. 

"Before you say anything, I'm coming with you. I sort of overheard your conversation with Chiron and I've seen the way people have been treating you since the accident. I won't take no for an answer." Said the familiar voice of Cleopatra Davis. 

The daughter of Apollo, seventeen years old with shoulder length strawberry blonde hair (pulled back in a braid across her shoulder) and sea green eyes behind a pair of silver, near circular wire glasses, stood in front of me with her hands behind her back. 

"Um, I guess so. But what about your brother?" She came here with him, I wondered why she was leaving without him. 

"James will be fine, he's training with Will to be a healer. I on the other hand, am more equipped for music and poetry. Survival isn't my forte. Besides, my uncle Happy works for this billionaire who lives in the city, so we could stay there." She said. 

"I don't want to impose." 

"Nonsense. Besides, Perseus, You'll probably need someone to help you and stuff." 

I opened my mouth to correct her, but stopped when she pulled a sharpie from her pocket and signed my cast. I smiled and agreed to go with her. She grabbed my bag, and hers, and we headed out of camp. Well, we stopped by Chiron first to let him know that Cleopatra was coming with me. He let us borrow Argus and the van to get to where her uncle lived.