Harry Potter and Percy Jackson: Dark Waters

Chapter 12: CH 12



Artie smiled at him, and he found that he liked that smile very much. It meant he did something right. "I know what you are asking, Harry. That is the first priority of a survival situation – shelter. In some cases, not having a shelter can kill you in hours."

Harry started writing again. "So the first thing to do is shelter," Harry said. "First, take stock. Then, make a shelter?" "In most situations, yes," Artie said. "Now, you've built a shelter; you are out of the wind and the rain. What do you do next?" Harry thoughts to his time on the streets. Water or food? He could go longer without food. "Find water?" he asked.

"Are you asking, or saying?" the goddess asked, sounding vaguely amused.

"Saying," Harry said. "Water next."

"Exactly right," she replied. Harry wrote that down. "And then?" "Food, I think," Harry said.

Artie shook her head, and Harry felt oddly disappointed that he hadn't gotten the question right. "You have a shelter, and you have water. However, water in the wild isn't always safe to drink – it's not tap water. In order to make water safe, we need to boil it."

"So we need fire first?" Harry asked. Artie nodded gently, and Harry started writing. "And then food?" "Yes," Artie said. "Food comes last. There is a rule of threes that you may find handy. If you panic, you can die in three seconds. If you don't have a shelter, you can die in three hours. If you don't have water, you can die in three days. If you don't have food you can die in three weeks. Always make sure that you are taking care of the most urgent things first. Don't panic, build a shelter, get water, get the water drinkable, and get food, in that order."

Harry kept writing. When he finished, he looked up from the book, as Artie had stopped talking. She wasn't looking at him, but seemed to be thinking about something.

Finally, she focused back on him. "Enough theory. Time for some practice, which I'm sure will interest you a lot more."

Harry shook his head, and pointed at the book. "This is really interesting too, Artie!" "Where are we going?" he asked, trying to hide his excitement.

Artie gave him an amused look. Apparently he hadn't succeeded at hiding his emotions. "We're going to a forest that I know," she said mysteriously.

Harry nodded, and leaned back over the edge of the chariot.

"I am not going to catch you if you fall," Artie noted calmly. "So try to maintain your balance. Auntie Hestia would be rather upset if I returned you as flat as a pancake." Harry leaned back so he wasn't folded double over the edge. "But this is so awesome!" he protested.

She gave him a tiny smile, but stood up anyway. Closing the book, Harry stood up as well, curious as to what Artie meant with 'practice'.

The goddess motioned for the door. "We're going to take my chariot. I hope you're not afraid of heights," she said.

Grabbing his book with his left hand, Harry followed her. Hestia teleported the two of them, but she used fire to do so. They always emerged from some kind of fire that was burning where Hestia wanted to teleport them to. Harry assumed that she always went ahead of time to set those fires.

Since Hestia was Goddess of Fire in a way, she could probably do stuff like that, which was why Artie was taking them somewhere in her chariot. He knew Hestia could teleport by herself, without the use of fire, but when she took him somewhere, they always went through the hearth.

Maybe Gods couldn't teleport people?

Right outside the temple that Harry had come to call 'home' for the last couple of months stood a magnificent silver chariot, pulled by a quartet of golden reindeer with silver antlers. "Whoa," Harry said at the sight of it.

Artie gave him a small grin, but didn't halt in her stride. He legged it to catch up, and jumped into the chariot after her.

Taking the silver reins, Artie spurred her reindeer and soon they had left Olympus behind. They flew high through the sky, and Harry leaned over the edge of the chariot to see better. Excitement filled him, loving the feel of freedom. Artie smiled. "Good. You didn't panic when you thought I was going to abandon you."

He liked smiling Artie a lot more than cold Artie who would let him fall or abandon him in some forest. She motioned, and suddenly a large backpack appeared next to them. "Since you are a beginner, we will begin with 'easy' level survival."

Harry let out a breath, and felt the final nerves flow away. "What's easy level?" he asked, curiously looking over the large backpack. It was as tall as he was, and probably weighed

Artie shook her head, and muttered something about 'boys'. "Remember my warning." "Yes, Artie," Harry muttered, a little bit more composed. He remembered how Hestia had said Artie didn't like boys, and he was sure she would let him fall, too. He was pretty sure the fall would be fun, but the sudden impact at the end would be far less so.

He still did his best to look over the edge of the chariot, though.

Suddenly, they started descending and before he knew it, they were in a thick forest somewhere. He had no idea where he was not, having had a lot of geography lessons while he was still in school – and those lessons had been about Great Britain, not the United States in any case.

Artie gave a motion, and the reindeer pulled her chariot away, where it disappeared far quicker than a chariot pulled by four golden reindeer had any business to.

"So, time for some practice," Artie declared. "if I left you here, what would you do first?" Harry blinked, the knowledge that Artie didn't like boysand Artie would have let him fall from the chariotspooking through his mind. Was she really going to leave him here?

He swallowed, suddenly feeling very nervous. He tensed up, suddenly feeling the book Hestia had given him, still clenched by his left arm.

He remembered the lesson.

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