I do not own the Heroes of Olympus!
It's funny. I never imagined going out this way. Being thrown into an abyss by a giant. Scratch that. Being thrown into an abyss with an idiot on fire holding something that could grant you life. The thing was, I wasn't going to a) give up that easily or b) give away the box. It would destroy the world if it fell into the wrong hands.
"Any last words?" the giant asked us.
I shook my head. The giant shook us one last time before releasing us to our deaths. As we were falling, I saw red outlines of eyes. It was either kittens or wolves. And how I wished they were kittens.
"Those are wolves aren't they?" I wondered aloud.
"Only the best for us," he said grabbing my hand.
"We'll do it together," I said.
"Together," he echoed, as we fell to our deaths.
How rude of me. I'm terribly sorry. I never introduced myself or explained how I got in this mess. You should know it didn't start out this way. It didn't start out at Camp Half-Blood and I got to go on a quest, quite the opposite actually. If you haven't picked up on some hints already, I'm a demigod. A Greek demigod. and my story started not in New York, but in my math class in Michigan.
I had been yelled at three times already because I was 'disrupting the class,' as my teacher says. It's not my fault I'm a) scared to death of her, b) nervous that I did bad on my test, or c) have ADHD. What was my fault is that I never turned the volume on my phone and it went off in the middle of class. I didn't even know it was in my pocket. What was even stranger was the ring-tone. It was a song from the Little Mermaid I think. So this unrecognized number is going across my screen. I discreetly tried to turn off my phone.
"Ms. Smith," Ms. Johnson said, "is something more important than math?"
"No, Ms. Johnson," I said. "May I use the restroom?"
"Yes, but I don't want to hear another peep out of your phone for the rest of the semester," she said. I quickly rushed out the door and called the number back. Someone picked up after three or four rings.
"Hello? Who is this?" the person asked. It sounded like a boyish man, or a manish boy?
"Who are you?" I echoed.
"I asked you first," he said. "Wait, how did you get my number?"
"You called me, Sunshine," I said. "Oh, by the way, thank you for interrupting my math class. I was about to fall asleep."
He laughed. "I'm glad I kept you awake. So who are you?"
"You fist. Spill the beans."
There was a silence-ish. He wasn't talking, but there was static and the sound of my breathing. So silence, but not total silence.
"Your turn," he said.
"There is no way I'm telling you before you tell me," I said.
"What? Sorry bad connection," he said.
I decided if there really was bad connection, then why shouldn't I tell him? I never heard his name. Maybe he'll never hear mine. "You can call me Bryn," I said.
"Nice to meet you," he said. "Could you take a message to a girl for me?"
"Sure," I said. "Just answer my question: When you called a Little Mermaid song started playing. Why? I don't own it."
"I really don't know," he said. "Now the message. There's this girl named Annabeth Chase. She isn't answering the Iri- I mean phone calls. Could you tell her-"
"She probably wants to be left alone," I said.
"-Tell her: Danger is coming. She needs to come home. Please. Tell her her boyfriend told you this," he said.
"Such a heartwarming message," I said. He had obviously had a fight with his girlfriend and tried to make up for it, but not in the best way possible. "I've heard worse."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah. So, where can I find her?"
"She's going to a school in Michigan called The House. It's a boarding school," he said. He sounded nervous.
"Could you tell me your name one last time? I never caught it the first time," I said.
"Tell her it was Seaweed Brain," he said.
"Okay, Percy," I said. "I'll tell Annabeth your message." Then he hung up. I dialed my best friend's number. She surprisingly picked up on the fourth ring.
"I have a message for you," I said.
"Where are you? Shouldn't you be in class?" she asked.
"Annabeth," I said, "you're such a party pooper. Meet me outside in five minutes."