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PERCY POV
Just like mine, all eyes were to the sky. It was only just becoming more than a dot in the distance but the distinct features of a ship were obvious. Whispers flew by me as demigods walked by. "Is that a flying ship?" "You mean like in Peter Pan?" "Where is it coming from?" "Dude! thats so cool!" " Is this an attack?" Words flew by me, the distant sound of horns blowing in the distance, the stomping of feet walking by, the clink of armor and weapons, and I didn't care. All I could think of was...they're here. My family.
A crowed was forming just outside of New Rome. Hazel, Frank, and I walked along with the rest of the crowed from the Senate House and the rest of the demigods in New Rome. It was a slow process though, with everyone looking up to try to catch a glimpse at the ship many people were walking into each other. I even saw one kid fall into the fountain! I don't know what everyone was thinking when they saw the ship, but just the sight of the Greek warship made me smile. It was closer now and I could make out some of it' characteristics. It was big, long, and low, made for cutting threw rough waters. Oars seemed to be rowing all by themselves along the sides. And in the very front there was a metal head of a dragon that looked familiar. Only one name, Beckendorf, came to mind. Other than that, looking at the ship it was easy for me to find the characteristics of the person who designed it. Years looking at blueprints are hard to forget.
I instantly try and scan the ship in desperate hope that I can only just get a glimpse of the demigod I've been missing. But it is hard enough to see the many tiny figures moving around the top of the ship, let alone one in particular. I wish I could whistle for blackjack and fly up there now. But I know I cant, I have to wait. 'Its been six months. I can wait a few more minuets,' I tell myself, 'just a few more minuets.'
We've reached the edge of the crowd now. The crowd is so big I can tell all of the legion and New Rome has come out. I eternally groan at the thought of having to make my way threw it. The ship is now descending, heading to land by the Field of Mars. 'Smart,' I think as we start to elbow our way threw the mass of bodies,'that's my girl.'
The ships landing is not as smooth as it's decent. A loud THUMP rings across the fields as the ship totters on the grass. Groans, grumbles, crashes, and a few swears could be heard from inside, along with a distant "sorry". I look forward and see that Reyna stands at the front of the crowd, looking regal and proud as she stares down the ship. I follow her eyes to the ship and see a flash of blond. Suddenly, their is a girl jumping off the side of the ship. A few gasps run threw the crowd, soon replaced by grumbles of admiration as she lands perfectly into a roll, standing easily afterwards. She stands strait and proud, a look of defiance and superiority on her face, no fear even with the dozens of weapons pointed at her, ready to kill. Her stormy gray eye's scan the crowed, as if looking for someone.
I can't keep the goofy grin off my face. Because it's her. My best-friend. My girlfriend. The girl no one can ever make me forget. Annabeth.
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