A god left a note. How considerate.

Despite that fact that you could spend eternity gliding your hands over Melanie’s soft body and listening to her soft gasps of pleasure, you knew time was short. You had barely managed to wash and dry off before Melanie dragged you into a passionate lip-lock.

“You better promise to do this again.” She mumbled huskily, “That was too much fun to happen just once.”

You grin into the kiss and give her ass a grope as you dick prodded at her stomach,“Oh believe me, I definitely won’t say no. A body this beautiful deserves all the worship I can give.”

She groaned as she pulled away, “Keep that up and I’ll fuck you again, Tantalus and my siblings be damned.”

“Don’t you think that might a bit awkward?” You laughed.

She gave me a saucy look, “Awkward? Maybe a little, but my sisters might be more than interested, and I really hate sharing...”

You give her a small kiss with a promise to find some time and use your powers to totally dry off before getting dressed and dashing out of her cabin and towards yours. You notice it’s dark and see several kids approaching from the dining pavilion and sigh as you make it to your cabin, that would have been impossible to give an believable excuse for. Then again, you really can’t say your having the worst time right now, especially after today. You open the door to your cabin when you notice neither Percy or Tyson are in the cabin. You see a box with a note attached sitting innocently on your bed and pick it up to read what it says.

Dear Jack Langnan,

Sorry about your brothers leaving without a proper goodbye, but I didn’t really have too much time to waste. The quest that is going on is simply too much for one demigod alone. Percy and Tyson and Annabeth won’t be around since they’ll be gone. Not dead! Just busy! Anyway, don’t spread it around at all! They might be expelled from the camp if they left despite the acting camp director’s command not to. As an apology for jacking your instructor and persuading your siblings to leave, drink the vial for a bit of a skill-boost! Wasn’t too hard to bribe Ares to make but it was expensive so bottoms up, trust me, you won’t regret it.

-Hermes, The God of Messengers and Travelers.

And that’s all it says.

Are you freaking joking?

Percy and Tyson (and apparently a girl [or some guy whose parents really hated him] named Annabeth) just up and left? What about the harpies out at this time? Did they just stroll outside camp without anyone noticing? And now you were the sole focus of Tantalus’ definite increase of ire as you are Percy’s brother and he’s not here. You sigh and open the box to see a small cup filled with what looks to be wine. You reach out with your senses (hoping your powers cover any liquid) but nothing seems off. You trust your gut and place the cup to your lips and drink the liquid. You almost fall over from the rush of knowledge when it came to swordplay shoved into your skull, but you managed to catch the end of your bed to keep your balance. You shake your head to clear it and strip down to your boxers before crumpling the note and stuffing it in Tyson’s bed (no one would want to check that as he was a ‘monster’). You flop in your bed and hope tomorrow won’t be too bad.