Chapter Five: I Cause An Earthquake

''' Chapter 5 '''

''' I Cause An Earthquake '''

I decided to pull over in Chicago. I really needed to talk to Chiron. We went to the nearest water fountain, and made a fine mist out of the water. I put the drachma into the mist and said what Megan had told me earlier in the year.

“Oh Iris, goddess of the rainbow, accept my offering.” I recited. The drachma disappeared. This was working. “Show me Chiron at Camp Half-Blood.”

The mist shimmered; it showed a clear image of Chiron and Sydney, daughter of Persephone. They appeared to be having a discussion.

“Chiron,” I said, “Sydney.”

They turned, and saw me. Chiron looked back at Sydney, as if they had been talking about our quest earlier.

“Connor,” He said, “Are yawl in trouble?”

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">“No,” I said, “Why?”

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">“Because I had a dream about your quest. You were battling Jacob.” Sydney said.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">“Um, yeah we had a little skirmish,” I told her, “But he is here right now.”

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">I put Jacob in the view of the message. Sydney and Chiron looked relieved. I asked them how we were going to get him to camp.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">“Well, I don’t know,” Chiron said, “That is something you need the think of.”

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">Ok now this was a problem. We had no way to get Jacob to camp, and we couldn’t keep him with us. I had a funny feeling in my gut. I held both of my hands out at my side, then brought them to the sky. I then threw my hands to my side. An earthquake raged in the city of Chicago. My friends and I all fell to the ground to cover ourselves. The Iris message had been disconnected.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">When the dust settled, I stood up. Right in front of me was a large hole. My senses were off the charts. They were telling me that this tunnel would lead to Camp Half-Blood.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">“Jacob, this is your ticket home.” I said.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">“How do you know?” He asked, and I didn’t blame him. I wouldn’t want to be sent into a random hole forever.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">“It’s my powers,” I said, “They are telling me, I created that tunnel.”

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">Jacob looked as if that settled the issue. He bid us farewell and descended into the tunnel. I turned to my friends.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">“If any of you want to turn back now,” I said, “You can.”

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">“No way man,” Joe said.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">“Not a chance,” protested Zach.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">“Ok,” I said, grinning, “Let’s go to Vegas.”

Chapter Six: You Can Take The Man Out Of Vegas, But You Cant Take Vegas Out Of The Man