This is what happened when I was doing research for my book last September. Thank you Google.

"Will, I'm going to do it."

"Get back, Percy!" He warned, "It's not safe! You'll get hurt."

"This is something I need to do. What's the point of having this power unless I do something with it?"

"But why this? There are bigger things at stake here then just you, you know."

"You're really against this, huh?"

"I am."

"Fine," Percy pouted, "Then I'll just ask Tug!"

He turned to the Ranger horse, a huge grin on his face. There was a beat of silence before Percy's jaw fell open.

"Did you literally just ask me what's the password?"

Will smirked, waving a hand toward his horse. "Normally I would let someone just get on Tug without warning them because it's fun to watch them fly. And because Halt got me the first time. But Percy, we really can't afford any injuries right now. We really do have to deal with Tartarus and the prophecy."

"Well yeah," Percy agreed, "But we don't know anything yet. We have no objective. That prophecy was more vague than usual. And until then, I'm going to ride your horse."

Tug snorted, turning to Will and saying, Are we really going to deal with this kid?

The boy just gave him an exasperated shrug and small smile, running his hand through his hair. Percy swatted his shoulder for that.

"Will!" He whined, "You shouldn't let Tug be so mean!"

"You let Blackjack sass you," Will pointed out, chuckling, "Boss."

"Okay, I don't let him," Percy groaned, "And don't call me boss."

"Go ahead, try and get on Tug if you want," Will sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "But if you break a bone when you fall on the ground that is not my fault."

As Percy approached, Tug leveled him with a dark look that rivaled Nico's glares. Percy returned it with one of Will Solace's signature You love me and I'm adorable so you can't murder me beams.

"Play nice, Tug," Percy said soothingly, "I'm the son of Poseidon. Horses love me."

That doesn't mean I want you taking me for a lap around Camp.

Will had to slap a hand over his mouth to stop the laughter from escaping.

When he was sure he could speak without his voice cracking he called out to Percy, who was currently being swung around like his very presence was burning Tug, "Do you want the password? It might come in handy in the future."

"No!" Percy yelled back, "I am going to win him over with my natural grace and charm."

The heap he landed in as Tug finally accomplished his goal was severely lacking in both grace and charm.

Percy groaned, flopping onto his back. "That pony o' yours is really something, Will."

"Horse," the Ranger corrected immediately, "And yes. He really is."

"What are you going to do when he can't buck like that anymore?"

"He goes back to Old Bob and I get another horse from the same bloodline."

"Ooh," Percy grinned, rolling over to prop his head in his hands, "What would you name your new horse? Pull? Grab?"

"No," Will deadpanned, giving Percy an unimpressed look, "Those are terrible horse names. Push or Shove are much better."

Will waved a hand. "But in all seriousness, my current horse's name will always be Tug. He's actually Tug II."

"Woah," Percy gaped, "So what do you call Tug the First?"

"Bellerophon."

Percy wrinkled his nose. "Why? You know that guy got thrown from the sky for being an egotistical butt, right?"

"He chose it, not me."

"Can't argue with that logic."

"Alright," Percy grunted, pushing himself off of the ground and dusting himself off, "Let's try this again. I'm coming at you, Bellerophon."

I've always fancied myself as more of a Cadmus.

"What is with you horses and Greek Hero names?"

"As if you wouldn't name your next Pegasus Go Fish just for kicks," Will chuckled.

"Fine then, Cadmus, get ready for this!"

And of course, that's when Halt found them, Percy hanging on for dear life as Tug struggled with the intruder on his back.

"What in the blind, blue, blithering blazes is going on here?" He barked.

Percy's eyes snapped to him. "Did someone say blue?"

Then he was thrown.

Halt stood over the demigod with the same flat stare and raised eyebrow that Will had on his face so often, crossing his arms.

"Get off the ground, boy," he told him, "Annabeth needs us in the Big House."

"Say, Halt," Percy smiled up at him, "Does Abelard have a password, too?"

"Yes, and you're not getting it."

"Is Abelard a sucker for grace and charm?"

"Sure, but you have neither."

"Styx."

"So what's Annabeth need, anyway?" Percy asked, pushing himself to his feet, "It's not my turn for Cabin Inspections."

"The Hunters are here."

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"Of course you got yourself roped into another prophecy," Thalia sighed, rubbing her temples, "You absolute Kelp Head."

"How is this my fault?" Percy yelped, "For all we know, this is your fault!"

"How could this possibly be my fault?"

"The twin god's Archer to decide their fate!"

"Actually, fair. It's obviously not you."

"Hey!"

"But that doesn't mean it's me."

Percy wrapped his arms around Annabeth, somehow protective and childish at the same time. "Well it's not me and it's not Annabeth and that's all that matters. For all we know we don't even have to do anything at all this time."

Leo snorted at him, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, and for all we know, I'm hiding a robot Percy Jackson in my tool belt and I'm secretly shipping him with my robot Will Treaty until I blow them both up and my poor little robot couple is broken apart because their love was never meant to last."

"Hey," Percy argued defensively, "To be completely honest that's the kind of thing you'd do for funsies."

"I don't do everything just for funsies," Leo said, "I will, however, be your servant if you give me Fonzies. I miss those things. Someone get me some Fonzies."

"Listen Valdez," Thalia snapped, "I didn't come all this way with Artemis and the Hunt so that I could listen to you yap about whatever the Hades goes on in that messed up little head of yours. We came to discuss the prophecy."

"I'll be serious for Fonzies."

"I'll seriously punch your face in if you don't stop talking."

"Sí, señorita."

"Back to business," Piper cut in, shaking her head to clear it, "Let's get some of the more obvious stuff out of the way. I'm pretty sure that the five of you," she gestured to the newcomers, "Will be near the center. Not only did you just get here, but our biggest problem opened through the portal that you got here through."

There was a noise of general agreement, so Piper continued. "And the Archer most likely refers to Thalia, who is the Hunt's Lieutenant."

As the counselors began to nod again, Annabeth spoke up. "Actually, I don't think so."

"What?" Thalia asked, looking a mixture of miffed and relieved, "Why not?"

"It's in the wording," the daughter of Athena explained, "Typically our prophecies are good about differentiating gods and goddesses, though some people use the term god for both."

She shot an apologetic look to Piper. "Now, I can't blame you for not putting it together since you've never even heard the prophecies, but when I was twelve the prophecy stated the god who has turned as opposed to fourteen, when it said the goddess in chains."

Annabeth winced, glancing at Artemis, sitting quietly in the corner of the room in her twelve year old form. "Sorry, Lady Artemis."

"Quite alright, withstander of the Titan's Curse," the goddess told her, "Now continue, because if you are correct, and I am nearly one hundred percent certain that you are, we may have bigger issues at hand."

"Prophecies may be vague but wording is always clear. And this one refers to the twin god's archer. In other words..."

Artemis pursed her lips, finishing reluctantly.

"Apollo."

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"So how are we going to get a god from the sky?" Will asked, "It's not like we can pull a Tennyson and pray with a fake gold structure."

Artemis looked surprisingly irritated, rubbing a hand over the side of her face and huffing before she could compose herself.

"All I have to do is ask that idiot brother of mine for help and he'll be so self satisfied that he'll come down in a heartbeat."

Percy snickered. "He might even be happy enough to make a haiku out of it."

"By the gods right next to you," Artemis groaned, her level headed nature collapsing now that Apollo was involved, "Anything but that."

"Isn't it by the gods above?" Horace mused.

Artemis raised her eyebrow at him.

"Dude," he gawked, "You could totally be a Ranger."

She opened her mouth to say something, apparently thinking better of it and not responding at all.

After another moment of thought she shook her head. "No," she murmured, more to herself than to them, "It is Apollo's story to tell."

"So after Apollo does arrive," Alyss said, "Then what?"

"We hope that Sunshine has the answers we need," Percy told her, "Which in all honesty, seems kind of doubtful sometimes."

"He will." Artemis whispered, "This is entirely in his domain."

Somehow Percy got the feeling she was talking about more than just being the God of Prophecy.

Sure enough, Apollo's Sun Chariot appeared under Thalia's Pine Tree, everyone waiting for him. He grinned as he stepped out of his red Maserati, spreading his arms to Artemis.

"Aww," he cooed, "A welcome party for me? Arty, you shouldn't have."

The goddess crossed her arms over her chest, glaring. "The demigods need your help."

"The demigods?" He teased, "Or you?"

Apollo cleared his throat, making the demigods' eyes go wide in fear. Percy went as far as to mutter "Don't question it, I'm preserving your innocence" before clapping his hands over Will's ears.

"We're under a tree,
My baby sis begs for help,
My help of course."

"I am not your baby sister, you halfwit."

"Apollo," Annabeth reminded him, looking physically pained, "Your last line only has four syllables again."

The god took a second to count on his fingers before squinting in concentration. "Hold on," he said, "Lemme think."

"How about I'm an idiot?" Thalia offered.

"No," Apollo replied, "That doesn't even make any sense in the context of the haiku."

I beg to differ, Thalia mouthed at the others as Apollo closed his eyes to think.

"I've got one for you," Artemis suggested, "My Rangers are here."

Apollo outright laughed at that. "Come on, little sis. You of all people know that that's impossible."

"My Rangers are here," Apollo mocked, wiping tears of laughter from his eye, "Ha! Makes less sense than me being an idiot-"

Then his eyes fell on Will and Halt.

He made a sound halfway between choking on air and a tea kettle that had reached a boil.

"No," Apollo whispered, eyes glued to Will and Halt, "No, this cannot be."

Apollo backed up against his car, attempting to get back in and drive away.

Percy quickly grabbed him by the collar, growling, "You know them?"

Apollo shook his head quickly, his blond curls swinging around. "N-No I don't. I've never seen them before in my life. I've never seen them before. I've never seen them. Never."

"If you know them then you have to help them!" Percy yelled, grip tightening as Apollo made to open his door.

"I don't think so, Apollo," He glared, a fire in his eyes that made the god quiver more than he already had been, "Whatever it is you're hiding is something we obviously need to know. Spill. Or else you're going to have to explain to your father why the sun wasn't driven for a day or two."

Apollo gulped. "Fine. I'll tell."

"But you're not going to like it."