I'd like to say that Artie and I used our spectacular flying skills and maneuvering to make a skillful escape. That we made it to camp quickly. Jillian went to the infirmary and they had her better and back to perfect health in a matter of seconds. We organized an army then marched onto Camp Golden Age. We attacked and defeated them all and sent the Titans down to Tartarus for good.

There was a large celebration in my honor, mostly, but also in Jillian's and Artie's and no demigods died at all and all threats to peace were vanquished. Zeus decided to retire and I took his spot up in Olympus as King of the gods and master of all sorts of awesome stuff. I brought my mom up and made her the goddess of Mixed Martial Arts and overall asskickery.

And everybody lived happily ever after.

I'd like to say that ANY of that happened. Unfortunately, it didn't.

We got lucky. The smoke from the stable and the griffins flying around crazily gave us enough cover to get up into the sky, but that didn't stop several of the campers from wrangling some of their griffins and taking off after us. We tried to fly as fast as we could, but the pegasi were stiff from being cooped up and if I flew too fast then Jillian would fall. Which would be bad.

The fight and now the escape were taking the toll on me and I knew that I didn't stand a chance of fighting off any of our followers.

"Just keep going. They're not going to want to follow us all the way back to camp." Artie said and I nodded, glancing back. I quickly counted about eight of them, but with number of other griffins in the air, that number was probably wrong. I nudged Epona who moved a little faster, but that didn't help much when I heard and saw an arrow whiz by my head. I looked over at Artie who turned and fired a few arrows back, but they were easily dodged. I managed to fire a few shots from my slingshot, but all that did was upset a griffin.

"Any ideas?" I asked, looking over at Artie who took a deep breath and shook his head.

"I'm drawing a blank." I looked around quickly and shook my head, hating the idea that was slowly forming in my head. I was already doing better than I ever had before and I had to credit Camp Golden Age for that. I hadn't passed out since I got there.

"Okay. This is a horrible plan. Follow my lead." I told Artie before gaining altitude. We were already high enough, but there were clouds in the sky and I wanted to become familiar with them.

"That's a great way to secure my confidence in you, Peter." He said as he followed me.

"Okay, well, putting confidence in me is a pretty bad idea at the start, so just get that out of your head now." I said as I closed my eyes, focusing the clouds to thicken, a small storm starting to brew. I could feel it draining my power, but I didn't have much of a choice. I couldn't go back there now and dying was not on my agenda.

Artie and I entered the clouds, sticking close together and then leveling out, moving within the cloud cover.

"Slow down. Slow down." I whispered to Artie, my breathing a little heavy. A little bit of thunder rolled overhead and I leaned on Epona a little bit, finally letting up my building of the storm. A large bolt of lightning crackled not too far from us and Artie looked at me.

"Please tell me that was you." He said quietly. I shook my head then looked up at the sky, really hoping Zeus wouldn't totally screw us over. We stayed silent for another few moments, slowly moving within the cloud as the storm rumbled around us and soon we heard all of the griffins shoot through the clouds not far from us.

"Anya! Clear it!" I heard through the clouds and soon enough the clouds were split apart, revealing us completely. I quickly spun and called a lightning strike that zapped Anya in the chest, knocking her off her griffin. Artie and I took off after that. There were more lightning strikes behind us, but Artie and I didn't turn back. We just kept flying.

Eventually, we slowed up when we noticed that we were no longer being chased. I was barely staying awake at that point and Epona seemed more and more ragged with each flap of his wings. I looked down at Jillian. She was breathing still, but not much else. I looked over at Artie who looked pretty tired himself.

"Where do you think we are?" I asked him, lowering my altitude a little bit.

"Canada, maybe? Somewhere North." He said with a nod. I nodded back.

"Let's set down for a little bit. I can barely keep my eyes open and Jillian is in rough shape." I said and we both started heading toward the ground. We found a spot near a lake in a small clearing of trees and set down. Epona and the other pegasi walked up and started drinking from the lake. I carefully slipped off and pulled Jillian off, carefully setting her on the ground. "You don't happen to be the son of the god of bees and healing do you?"

"Uh…actually…" Artie said walking over to Jillian. "Beekeeping, shepherding, cheesemaking, olive-growing, and medicinal herbs. I think my dad had some control over the winds, too, but I haven't really been able to do much." He knelt down and I turned my attention to the lake. I splashed some water on my face and took a deep breath, looking into my reflection. I looked exhausted. Which made sense because I felt exhausted.

"How is she?" I asked quietly.

"Breathing. The best I can do is treat some of her wounds and give her something to keep her asleep, so she doesn't wake up until we're back at camp." Artie answered from behind me.

"If only I…I'm….this is my fault." I sighed and turned to the horses. "If hadn't wasted so much time there…"

"Peter, she's going to be fine." Artie said, growing a couple of plants nearby. "And besides, it seems like you needed some of that training." He moved Jillian a little closer to the water. "Jillian told me about you. Can't use swords. Passes out every time you use your powers. Honestly, if you hadn't gotten that training, I would be taking care of both of you."

"I guess you've figured out that I'm a son of a Titan then…"

"Perses?" Artie offered. I nodded. "That'll need to be sorted out when we get back to camp." I paused for a long moment.

"And if I didn't go back to camp?" I asked, taking a deep breath. Artie turned to look at me. "It's not like they're going to welcome me back with open arms. Walker is dead. Jillian is unconscious. You haven't been at camp in a long time and I'm pretty sure the gods know all about who my dad is." I draw my dark grey sword. "I come back with some training and a new sword along with a solid knowledge of the enemy camp? I wouldn't even trust me."

"Peter, I'll tell them what you did. What you had to do."

"You? The guy who has been at the enemy camp longer than I have and whose dad is currently working for the Titans?" I laughed a little nervously. "Artie, come on."

"So…what? You're gonna go back to Camp Golden Age? Or are you just gonna wander around and be no help to anybody?"

"I have always wanted to go to Europe." I said with a sigh. Artie looked at me and shook his head.

"Look, the way I see it is that you had two ways to go. Camp Golden Age or Camp Half-Blood. Now something possessed you to get out of one and that bridge is burned. Do you really want to burn the other and be named an enemy of both?"

"Well—"

"Because that's what you'll be doing. I can try and stop them and Jillian can try to stop them, but if the gods want something done, they have us do it." He said with a nod. "The titans now see you as a threat to their anonymity and they're going to take any chance they can to kill you. One thing the Titans have in common with the gods is their pride and they don't like it when they're shown up."

"Artie…I…" I mumbled, looking down at my feet. "I know. I just…I want to survive. I didn't ask to get thrown into this shit-storm and this is my chance of getting out before I get in too deep." I slipped onto Epona's back.

"Peter!" He said, walking toward me. "Where are you even gonna go? Back to your mom?"

"Nope. I can't." I said with a shrug. "She's in danger now." I turned Epona around. "Look, tell Jillian that…I'm sorry." I looked down at Artie and then at Jillian. "I don't see any other option."

"Peter! Peter!" He shouted, but I didn't stop. I took off into the sky. I didn't really know where I was headed, but I just couldn't go back to Camp Half-Blood.

And that's it! That's all for This is Not MythoMagic 1. I just wanted to thank you all for sticking through to the end of this segment. I say segment because there will be 4 more. I know. You probably don't want to sit through another 4 of these, but if you do let me know. I don't want to write it and put it up here if no one is going to read it.

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