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—SAVANNAH was hesitant to believe that horses were actually flying in the sky — and coming closer each second. Honestly, it was probably the weirdest thing she'd seen yet ... and she'd seen some crazy things that day.

"This day just keeps getting better and better," she mumbled. And not only did the flying horses become clearer, but they were also dragging a bright blue box behind them.

"Reinforcements," Jason mumbled. "Hedge told me an extraction squad was coming for us."

"Extraction squad?" Leo struggled to get up, even with Savannah's help. She sighed at her little to no muscle strength. "That sounds painful."

"And where are they extracting us to?" Piper inquired. Savannah hadn't taken her eyes off the chariot and she had a feeling that her friends hadn't either.

"I'm hoping safety?" Savannah muttered.

The horses were stamping nervously on the cracked skywalk. The two teenagers that stood inside the wooden box — a tall blonde girl and a bald boy with a scowling face and huge muscles — wore identical orange t-shirts. The girl was already leaping off the back before the horses stopped their cantering.

She pulled out a glinting knife and pointed it in front of the group. "Where is he?" She demanded. Savannah noticed her deep gray eyes that struck fear into the ginger's stomach and she shuffled back a tiny bit. Her eyes were possibly worse than the dagger.

"Uh, who?" Savannah asks, looking at the two boys in their small group. She then spun her head around for any others. "Dylan?"

The blonde frowned like it was not the correct answer and it made Savannah feel unnecessarily embarrassed. "What about Gleeson? Where is your protector, Gleeson Hedge?"

"He got taken by some ..." Leo cleared his throat. "Tornado things."

"Venti," Jason said. "Storm spirits."

The blonde's eyebrow raised. "You mean anemoi thuellai? That's the Greek term. Who are you, and what happened?"

Jason went on to explain everything, at least, he tried to. His words were rushed and Savannah couldn't even keep up — and she was there.

The other guy from the chariot came over and stood with his arms crossed and his mean almond eyes were narrowed as if accusing them of murder. His head was shaved and his ears stuck out. It wasn't until Leo slightly nudged her arm and nodded in the direction of the boy's bare bicep did she see the cartoon rainbow tattoo, clouds and all.

When Jason finished the story, the blonde girl was more unsatisfied than before. "No, no, no! She told me he would be here. She told me if I came here, I'd find the answer."

"Annabeth," the bald kid grunted. "Check it out." His finger pointed to Jason's feet. Savannah, Leo, and Piper also looked in that direction and saw that his left shoe was missing, making one of Savannah's eyebrows raise. It was matching the rest of his burnt look so he looked homeless.

"The guy with one shoe," said the bald boy. "He's the answer."

"No, Butch," the girl insisted. "He can't be. I was tricked." Her eyes started to glare at the newly cleared skies like it was a person. "What do you want from me?" She screamed, her voice becoming scratchy at the pitch. "What have you done with him?"

The skywalk shuddered again, which made the horses whimper. Savannah was feeling the urge to whine as well.

"Annabeth," the gruff dude, Butch, started, "we gotta leave. Let's get these four to camp and figure it out there. Those storm spirits might come back."

Her nostrils flared a bit and she fixed Jason a resentful look. "Fine. We'll settle this later."

Her feet then marched her to the chariot and she climbed on with a tempered pout.

"What's her problem?" Piper's nose scrunched up. "What's going on?"

"Seriously," Leo agreed and Savannah nodded.

"We have to get you out of here," Butch said. "I'll explain on the way."

"I'm not going anywhere with her," Jason pointed to the blonde girl. "She looks like she wants to kill me."

Butch was reluctant to answer as he looked between the girl and the rest of the group. "Annabeth's okay. You gotta cut her some slack. She had a vision telling her to come here, to find a guy with one shoe. That was supposed to be the answer to her problem." He ran a hand over his bald head and crossed his arms again.

"What problem?" Piper asked.

"She's been looking for one of our campers, who's been missing three days," Butch said. "She's going out of her mind with worry. She hoped he'd be here."

"Who?" Jason asked, though Savannah knew that none of them would have any idea who it was, especially not Jason who couldn't even remember his past.

"Her boyfriend. A guy named Percy Jackson." Yep, didn't ring any bells.

"Are you guys coming or not?" Annabeth called from inside the chariot.

"We better get going," Butch claimed.

"Wait, get going? Going where?" Jason asked as they follow the boy to the flying horses.

"A camp."

"Well, yeah, we gathered that much," Leo said. "But what camp? Like a summer camp, a girl scout camp? What?"

"A camp for people like us," Butch said gruffly.

"And what are we like, exactly?" Piper asked. Savannah was just staring at the skywalk as it looked like it was gaining more cracks by the second. She didn't care where they were going, as long as it was off this thing.

"Half-bloods, demigods," Butch said and climbed on the chariot leaving them with unanswered questions.

"What even is a Half-Blood?" Leo whispered.

As the chariot rose into the air, Savannah could see swirls of dark dust forming behind them and it didn't comfort her that the back of the chariot was open and she was free to fall off with no seatbelts.

"This is so cool!" Leo said, removing a Pegasus feather from his mouth with a grin. "What does Half-Blood mean?" He asked, remembering that they still didn't know.

"It means we're demigods," Jason covered, only repeating what Butch had said earlier.

"And what does that mean?" Savannah asked.

"Half God, half mortal." He said casually.

"You seem to know a lot, Jason," Annabeth looked over her shoulder, the fiery temper still not leaving her eyes. "But, yes, demigods. My mom is Athena, goddess of wisdom. Butch here is the son of Iris, the rainbow goddess." Savannah's eyes skimmed over the boy, stumped for conclusions.

Leo seemed to be the same. "Your mom is a rainbow goddess?" He choked on a laugh. Was his father a club bouncer?

"Got a problem with that?" Butch's deep voice replied.

"No, no," Leo amended. "Rainbows. Very macho."

"Mucho macho," Savannah giggled under her breathe at her cleverness.

"Butch is our best equestrian," Annabeth said. "He gets along great with the pegasi."

"Rainbows, ponies," Leo muttered.

"I'm gonna toss you off this chariot," Butch threatened.

"Please, don't do that," Savannah said quickly, but at a small glance from a blonde girl, she realized that he wouldn't actually throw him overboard and she blushed with embarrassment again.

"Demigods," Piper said. "You mean you think you're ... You think we're —"

Lighting flashed around them and the shuddering commenced again. "Left wheel's on fire!" Jason called to the wind. Savannah wasn't going to check to make sure he was speaking the truth; she was going to stay in the center of the chariot and hold on till the end of the ride.

She'd never liked roller coasters.

"Why are they —" she could faintly hear Piper over the soaring wind.

  "Anemoi come in different shapes," Annabeth said. "Sometimes human, sometimes stallions, depending on how chaotic they are." She gripped the side of the wood tightly and Savannah took that as a hint to do the same. "Hold on. This is going to get rough."

Butch flicked the reigns and there was a sudden burst of speed. Savannah saw a staggering Leo and reached out her hand to guide him to the side of the chariot for balance.

For a second, Savannah blinked her eyes to clear the fogginess, but once she opened them again, the whole scene had changed. They were floating over a green field with an open ocean in sight. The surrounding land was filled with Greek buildings and sport grounds. It was like a very fancy ... sleepaway summer camp.

Annabeth and Butch tried to maintain control, but the pegasi stuttered with exhaustion and Annabeth decided they wouldn't stick a proper landing.

"The lake!" She yelled. "Aim for the lake!"

Savannah never really liked swimming.

NOTES ;
I DON'T LIKE SWIMMING EITHER