Quest of the Cursed

I sat alone on top of Zeus's Fist. Water trickled in the creek providing a steady rhythm to my playing  A twig cracked and I stood straight up. Crap. I thought. The stream stopped. I sighed. It had taken me forever to get it running at that pace.  "No, don't let me bother you that was..............incredible." a teenage guy around my age of 15 was leaning up against a tree. I has seen him around camp before. He was Hispanic with thick black hair, dark mischevious eyes, a crooked smile and fingers that seemed to have a mind of there own as he constructed and destructed a windup toy. 
"If you didn't want me to stop you shouldn't have bothered me!" I spat. He seemed taken aback. It had taken all summer to get those dang Naiads to do what I wanted. 
"Well then. No need to get all snippy. Who knew smart people were so annoying." He snarled right back. I rolled my eyes and jumped down off the rock pile. It was quite a jump but it wasn't difficult. I landed on the ground and my flute flung into the air as I lost my balance. It landed on a rock and shattered. I rushed over and picked up the broken pieces. It was made of gracefully marbled celestial bronze, gold I had gotten from the Romans, Stygian iron, and Stygian ice. The beautiful and intricate designs that had been so meticulously engraved were scratched up. I groaned. It had been a gift from my mother. Athena. She had invented the flute and I had played it for years before I came to camp. On the year of my 12 birthday she gave it to me on Olympus during the solstice. I dropped the pieces back on the ground on accident as I ran off. I realized I the cleaning harpies would be coming around. I turned around to see the boy, and my flute, disappear into the trees.