ANNABETH
"So I'm going to count this on my fingers" Percy was sitting beside me, at the falafel place where we heard Magnus's story two days ago. The air was great, and all the monsters seemed to be on holiday, So me and Percy had decided to get some lunch while we were visiting Boston, 'The Hub of the Universe'.
"Greek and Romans... that's two," He held up his thumb and index finger.
"Add the Egyptians now." My boyfriend held up one more finger.
"Plus Magnus Chase's Lovely Adventures, for ages 200 and up." He held up the second last finger on his hand. His face looked thoughtful for a moment. "You know, maybe we could write stories about these. I bet everyone would love them. Percy Jackson's Wonderful Mishaps / Adventures- 60 dollars each."
"Percy," I said, laughing, "Who the heck would want to read about all your wonderful problems? Also, we would need to cover up a few things- like Grover's nervous bladder problem."
Percy ruffled his hair and smiled. "Fine then, a movie. But we can't tell anyone I turned into a guinea pig." I smiled. The idea of Percy getting into the movie business when he was older was hilarious. Who would make a movie of Greek history? Percy just didn't seem like the one to sit down or write a book, or spout dramatic Shakespeare lines.
"Okay, what were we talking about again? Right. So two plus one plus one equals... equals..." he resumed counting his fingers.
I groaned, laid my head back on my chair and stretched my feet so now I was tilted at 45 degrees. My gaze rested on outside the window.
On the street, two people seemed to be fighting a pack of dogs, and they were accompanied by a cat and a pigeon. I turned to look away... Then I snapped my head right back.
"Percy, not to startle you or anything, but look out the window." I said to the seaweed brain who was double-checking his laborious math equation.
"This better be good." He groaned, and got up to look at the window properly.
"O-kaaay. A pigeon and a cat fighting dogs. Why not? Doesn't cat plus dog equal a huge amount of mess for sidewalk cleaners?"
"Percy!" I said exasperated. " Mist. Glamour. Things that don't allow you to see properly?"
"OHHHHHH! Right. Got it." He squinted at it, using his magical Percy Jackson powers to look at it.
As for me, I lowered my vision into the duat.
Sadie had been trying to teach me for ages to do it. I'm not as good as her, but I can still see if I concentrate enough.
The two girls who are fighting the dogs have an aura of deep blue. One girl has the head of an eagle, and the other one has a jaguar head and tail. It looks like the jaguar girl is sending some invisible attack commands to the used-to-be-cat, which is now a full-on jaguar. The pigeon is an eagle too. And the dogs they're fighting... They seem to be some sort of shadow creatures. Where ever they walk, my Duat vision allows me to see the street and air being turned gray.
I had an uneasy feeling about this.
"Ah. Yes." My super-weird boyfriend straightens his back and stretches. "I can now see the weird pigeon-eagle." He sat down and started eating his falafel.
"Percy!" I said, outraged. "We have to help them!"
"Ya, I know. Maybe, like, we could skip that just one time..." I gave him my "look".
"Fine..." He said as he rolled his eyes.
We headed out of the falafel place.
Percy counted his fingers again.
"You know," he said as he jogged up to me, waving his arm, "One more religion and I'll need another hand!"
