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Chapter One: Discoveries

Percy's POV

It was Wednesday night and I was doing what I usually do on Wednesday nights: sit and dream about what I would be doing with Annabeth if she were here with me.

Now, I know what your thinking. Didn't Annabeth move to New York to be with you? Wasn't she with you all the time? Day and night? Yes, she did move to New York to be with me. She was with me all the time except during school, or at her Architectural Club meetings on Wednesday night. She invited me to go with her, but I figured I would just fall asleep.

Anyways, I was missing her like I always did on Wednesdays; dreaming about her, what she was doing without me, if she was flirting with any brainiac guy she met at the meeting (that's another story that we need not get into. But lets just say, that guy is making kissy faces with a blowfish right about now).

I was about to go on, but I got a phone call from the house phone sitting next to me. It was Annabeth's number.

"Percy?" She said.

"Yes?"

"You need to get down here. Now." Her voice sounded urgent, so I hoped in my car and went to pick her up.

Annabeth's POV

I stood outside the university were my meetings were held and waited there for Percy to show up. I kept sneaking glances out to the field across the street to see if it was there, and of course, it wasn't.

Finally Percy's mom's little Mazda pulled up. Percy took his mom's car instead of his own because I knew it was in the shop (a little incident we had about a week ago. A guy tried to hit on me, and he got a mouth full from Percy).

"What's up?" Percy said in his urgent voice.

"I saw a monster." I said.

"Where?"

"In that field over there." I tensed. "And Percy? The monster was fighting someone. She looked like a lone half-blood."

If you've ever seen the Statue of Liberty, this monster was twice its size. It had one big eye like a Cyclopes (which made me shutter), two Shrek-looking ears, a nose of a pig, and three mouths. I've never seen anything like it, but I knew it was bad.

"Where is it?" Percy asked.

"I don't know. One minute it was there, the next, it was gone." I replied.

"Wonderful." he mused. "A phantom monster-thingy." His words stumbled in that way that means he's trying to funny, but it never works. It makes me laugh.

"What did the half-blood look like?" He asked. I couldn't help but feel jealous because from a distance she looked cute and our age.

"Blonde hair, bright clothing." I summed up. "'Can't miss her."

He nodded like we were talking strategy, which we kind of were.

He pulled up on the opposite side of the street. We got out and started looking around. The sun was setting in the horizon. If we weren't about to go fight, this would have been romantic.

Just then we heard a distant, "Hiya!" coming from the forest. We exchanged looks, and sprinted for the trees.

Percy's POV

Annabeth and I held hands while we ran. I couldn't help but like this, even though we might die at any second. If Aphrodite were here, she'd be crying. No doubt.

We heard another, "Hiya!" This time partnered with a, "Back! Back!"

We both stood there, confused.

Then, in the middle of the clearing, stood a girl about our age, with blonde hair and bright clothing. When I say bright, I mean as bright as the sun behind a cloud; still bright, but not so much it can make u blind. She wore bright orange skinny jeans, and bright yellow high-tops. Her shirt was sleeve-less. It came together at the top with the fabric going over to one side. The bottom was slanted. The shirt was a solid red, which was soothing to the eyes after the bright pants and shoes. The edges of the shirt were decorated with flames. She stood there out of confidence, not fear.

"Run!" I screamed at her. "I'll take the monster! Get behind me!"

She turned to look at me and flashed a brilliant smile. She put her thumb and her middle finger and snapped against her other hand. The next thing I knew, her index finger had a yellow flame on it. She bent down and touched her index finger to the ground three times, like she was lighting candles. I thought she was going to start a forest fire. If Grover were here, he would have a heart attack.

"Up!" She ordered. Three girl-like figures made out of fire sprang to life. "Target the mouth. Make the creature swallow. Set his organisms on fire. Kill him. Command complete."

The three firewomen bowed to her and did what she said. My jaw just about dropped. The figures were so graceful. They hopped around the monster's body until they reached his mouth. They jumped in as he bellowed with anger.

After the thing had died, the firewomen jumped out of his mouth and bowed to their master.

"Well done ladies." She said in her pure voice. "Rest mode." She held out her hand, which sucked up the fire.

Annabeth and I stood there in awe.

"Well," She said turning to us. "One more dead, eh?"

The first thing I noticed about her was her eyes. They were a blazing red, like Hestia's. I wondered if there was any family resemblance here.

"HOW DID YOU DO THAT?!" Annabeth asked out of amazement. "They were beautiful!"

"Fire armies? Oh, those are easy. Fire cannons, now that's a different story" She chuckled.

"What are you?" I asked.

Annabeth elbowed me, which ment it was time to stop acting stupid.

"You two are half-bloods. Are you not? I could smell you a mile away. Let me guess." She studied us.

"Son of Poseidon" She pointed to me. "You smell so much like the sea. I've got, well, sort of a soft side for sons of Poseidon."

I looked over and saw that Annabeth was trying not to punch her guts out.

"It's ok, daughter of Athena." She said. "I'm not going to take your man. My boyfriend is a son of Poseidon."

"What?" I exclaimed. "I've never seen him at camp."

"He's not a half-blood."

"Good." I never liked the thought of half-brothers. Tyson is an exception.

"Than what is-" Annabeth stopped in her sentence.

"You are very smart, Annabeth. You guess the truth." The girl said.

"Wait, what am I missing?" I asked.

"But-but there not r-real!" Annabeth stuttered. She stood there, her beautiful gray eyes wide. Just like she had when she was seven, running away with Thalia and… Luke. Even my mind had trouble saying his name.

"Tell me Annabeth," I don't know how she knew her name. "Are the gods not real?"

"Good point." my girlfriend admitted.

"What? What is he? What are you?" I asked.

"Sons of Poseidon." She mused. "So," she searched for the right word. "unaware of his surroundings. Should we tell him or make him suffer?"

"Lets tell him. I hate leaving him out." Annabeth weaved her fingers gracefully through mine; almost as if her mother, Goddess of Crafts, were weaving them herself. Although I knew she wouldn't, considering she still didn't like me.

The fire girl looked at us like one of the Aphrodite girls from camp would. "You two are so adorable!"

Annabeth and I shared a smile. Not a serious one, like we really knew what we were doing, but a goofy one that said, Yeah, were so cute.

"So are you going to tell me now?" I asked. When you have ADHD like me, you don't like to wait.

"I'm Alice." She said. "A Hearer. The Children of the Sun."

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