The quest had been the longest one yet. You'd thought the Argo II had been a long journey?.. hah! No way. It felt like demigods's prophecies enjoyed outdoing one another.

'"My prophecy had the most deaths!", "No, me!", "No, no, it's me!"...

"Oh, yeah? Well my prophecy gathered four pantheons together. And you know what they're doing right now? You wanna know? They're eating corn dogs inside an old diner in the middle of Texas."'

... Yeah. It's a group of tired, hungry teenagers out in the middle of nowhere. Go figure.

You'd enjoyed the delicacy fine, though the constant bickering indoors had not exactly lulled your increasing headache.

Desperate for some fresh air, you made your way outside and pulled down the back of one of the group's pick up trucks, plopping yourself down against it. The truck itself wasn't the flashiest, or the prettiest, or the safest. The group had 'burrowed' it from a used car dealership, and it'd just gone downhill from there.

Your feet swayed in the crisp night's breeze as your thoughts wondered. The back of the truck was facing down the side of the hill, so the view was more than enough to keep you entertained.

To the left there was an entrance to a small, rural town and a gravel road snaking down the side of the hill. Sprawled out across the rest of the view was fields upon fields of grass and farming crops. To the right was windmills and another town, this one adorned in brighter lights. It seemed more nocturnal than the other village. More lively. More populated.

"Hey." A familiar voice interrupted, pulling you out of your thoughts . The truck groaned and tilted under him, though he didn't seem to care too much.

It was Jason. Of course it was Jason. He was the only one who ever really cared to check up on people. He was probably the only teenage boy in the group who wasn't entertained by the diner's arcade games.

"Mind if I join you?" He offered, already sat down beside you.