Part One

Magnus POV

Author's Note: Obviously, I don't own any of the characters in this, because otherwise it would actually be in a book. Or still stuck on my Google Drive. But, anyway, this FanFiction picks up where the first Magnus Chase book left off in the second-to-last chapter. It's a documentation of the conversation between Annabeth and Magnus (and Percy, in this case). If you're like me, and you adore the Percy Jackson series, you probably get excited every time Rick Riordan refers to anyone from the Percy Jackson world. This left me frustrated when the reader was not allowed to listen in on Magnus and Annabeth's conversation. So, I decided if it wasn't really in the book, it might as well be real in at least my mind. For those of you who have read the Percy Jackson series (and if you haven't shame on you, I'm about to spoil a LOT for you), I'm sure you will join me in laughing at Magnus's naivety. Oh, and the story is in Magnus's point of view because I wanted to convey his confusion. Percy and Annabeth, they've already dealt with first the Romans and then the Egyptians, so although it's interesting, it's not exactly world shattering for them. So, to recap, Annabeth and Magnus are having a nice chat in Boston (I put them on the beach) and Annabeth was asking for an explanation of why Magnus had died and then not really been dead, but actually been dead the whole time. Wow, that sounds confusing. But, Magnus had said something like, "Oh, you're story's so amazing? Let's hear it." Bon appetite!

Magnus POV

I watched Annabeth expectantly, waiting for her to answer me. I was curious as to why she was so reluctant to tell me about her life. I mean, I've been in way more danger in the past month or so than she's probably ever been in in her entire life.

Annabeth rubbed her necklace of clay beads distractedly and looked at me nervously and then said,

"Magnus, it's really important that I know what's happening with you first. If I tell you what I've been doing, and it turns out I'm right…" she trailed of and them muttered almost inaudibly. "Gods this is hard."

My head spun. Did she say gods plural? Did she already know?

Before I could ask, she interjected. "Is that…" she uttered staring behind me. "It is! What's he doing here? I thought he was still in New York!"

"Who?" I asked baffled.

But she had already caught the eye of whoever it was and was waving. An athletic teenager came jogging toward us, smiling. He was tall, with black hair and sea-green eyes. He pretty much looked like a surfer, or some other type of beach bum, but Annabeth threw her arms around him.

By now, I was really confused. I looked at Annabeth, then at the strange teenager and then back at Annabeth, waiting for an introduction.

"Oh, sorry. Magnus, this is my boyfriend, Percy. Percy, this is my cousin Magnus."

Percy did a double take when he heard that. He looked at Annabeth with his eyebrows raised. "The one who…oh." He cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Um, you two go ahead and talk. I'll just be down by the water."

Annabeth turned back to me. "Sorry," she apologized. "I haven't seen him in a couple weeks. He's been...tied up lately. But, you were saying?"

I took a deep breath. Moment of truth. "Norse gods are real," I stated simply. Annabeth busted out laughing.

My heart sank. I don't know what else I expected, but I guess I was hoping she wouldn't think I was crazy. That she would believe me and listen to my story. It must have shown on my face, because she tried to reassure me,

"Oh, don't worry Magnus. I believe you for sure. I just can't believe that it was Percy and me again"

"I-I don't understand."

"No," Annabeth mused. "I suppose you wouldn't."

She waved Percy back over. He came back and started to ask a question. "Is he a…" he pulled a ballpoint pen out of his pocket, and I got the feeling he wasn't asking if I was a pen.

"No," Annabeth answered. "At least, not in the same way." She repeated what I had told her, and Percy laughed too.

By now, I was feeling extremely confused, and a little hurt too. Why was it imperative that Percy her the statement that made me look like an insane moron? And I'll admit that I was a little jealous that Annabeth was paying more attention to her boyfriend than to me, who had been literally dead to her, for like, a month.

Their laughter subsided and the two of them stared at me expectantly.

"Well?" Percy said. "Let's hear it."

For a moment, I stared at them stupidly. "Hear what?"

"Your story," Percy prompted me.

So, I told them everything that had happened, including the fact that technically, I was dead, and that the end of the world was coming.

PS: Sorry, guys. This one's kinda short. But, I promise, I already have more chapters written. I just need to put them on here.