Clary: Jinxed Ink doesn't own us or the Mortal Instruments series
Annabeth: Nor us or the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series. Jinxed Ink just owns the plot.
I was pissed off. Seriously. Couldn't the clave wait for a night, one fucking night before calling the team of the new Yorkers Shadowhunters on a mission?
It was mine and Alec's frickin' one year anniversary and we actually had plans for the night.
The worse thing was, I couldn't even blame it on Jace, since it was his and Clary's anniversary which got ruined, too.
Yet, they still could spend it together, since they both were part of the team. And I wouldn't let Blondie spend his anniversary with his girlfriend if I didn't get to spend mine with Alec. So I had insisted to go with them. I still wonder what's wrong with me.
Anyway, the demon who couldn't wait another night to be slaughtered mercilessly was the Greater Demon Medusa. I had made the mistake to ask Alec what was the plan, and it had revealed to be: break in her cove, a Gardening Emporium near the outskirts of New York, use a mirror to see her without having to look her in the eye, slay her and get home before breakfast. Smart and cunning, ain't it?
I had my doubts.
Anyway, there I found myself, walking down the glorious and muddy path to the Gardening Emporium of Doom. Let me tell you, this kind of places stinks like hell. And I was getting mud all over my boots. Great. I never thought I'd say that, but I was starting to understand why Alec always wore old and tattered clothes. At least, they were already ruined.
Suddenly, we could hear voices. Isabelle prepared her whip, while Clary took a Seraph blade from her belt. Alec and Jace exchanged quick glances and they swiftly drew their weapons. Alec sank to his knees, positioning his bow so that the arrow would shot straight towards the arch a few feet from us.
"Well, that was easy.", a male voice was saying. Male? Wasn't Medusa supposed to be a woman with nasty, poisonous snakes for hairs?
"Almost too easy. I wonder what else there is in store for us.", another voice replied. This time it was female, even though it sounded more a girl's than a grown up woman's.
"Don't call it on us, Wise Girl. We had to defeat the Stymphalian Birds, side up with the devil's offspring…", a third voice, also a girl's, said.
"Devil's offspring, Thalia? Wow, now I feel really appreciated. I'll make sure to remember it when I'll have to decide whether to save your pathetic, little guts again or not.", this one was a guy, not the fist one, though.
"Aw, come on, Nico, I'm sure Thalia didn't mean it.", the first girl said.
"Hades be damned if I didn't!", Thalia cried.
"The Hades reference wasn't casual, was it?", Nico growled. The group seemed to have stopped near the arch, just outside our line of view.
"What are you doing here, anyway? Don't tell me Chiron sent his best warriors and Artemis sent her lieutenant just to slay Medusa? She might be a powerful monster, but she's not that strong."
"Chiron didn't exactly send us.", the fist male answered.
"Percy, what do you mean with 'he didn't send us'?"
"Rachel did. She said we would have an interesting meeting if we went."
"An interesting meeting? That's strange. I came because my father sent me a message in my dreams. I said pretty much the same thing. He also mentioned a person, a guy called Magnus Bane, and something about a blade."
I? And worse, the Blade? That was no good. Especially because I had a feeling on who they might be. It had been a while since I last had visited Camp Half-Blood, at the time it had still been in England, but I recognized those names. And I had heard of the war against Kronos, three years before.
What would the gods possibly want from me? I had the feeling it wasn't anything good. When they decided to interfere with humans, or half-humans for the matter, it usually meant tragedy. And I had had enough of tragedy during the war against Valentine.
Then the group stepped into the arch. They saw us, and their eyes immediately widened. They drew their weapons in unison. One of the girls, blond with hard, silver eyes had a knife, while the other, the younger one, spiky black hair and electric blue eyes, carried a spear and a quite terrifying shield with an image of Medusa.
One of the males, a boy around eighteen with tanned skin, jet-black hair and bright green eyes had a shield and a sword, while the other, slightly younger, olive skin, dark hair and the eyes of a madman, had a long sword, black as nightmare. Stygian iron. Nasty stuff, a single wound can be deadly. I had no doubts about who this boy was, and about who is father was. Nico, son of Hades. That couldn't be good.
"Don't worry, we're not monsters.", I said holding out my hands for them to see.
"So what are you? Demigods?"
"No exactly, no…" And then I heard a gasp. I turned around, to see that I had just lied. A shimmering blue trident was just above my boyfriend's head. Oh, great. "What's that?", Isabelle asked, pointing towards the thing above Alec's head. "That, dear, is a trident. The symbol of Poseidon."
"Poseidon as in…"
"The Greek god of the sea, creator of horses, master of earthquakes. Also, my father.", the green-eyed boy said with a smile.
"And what does this mean?", Alec asked, pointing to the already fading symbol on his head.
"That you're his son, pretty obviously.", the blonde girl said, "I'm Annabeth, daughter of Athena, and these are my friends, Percy, son of Poseidon, Thalia, daughter of Zeus, and Nico, son of Hades. Who are you?"
"They're Shadowhunters, or Nephilim. They fight monsters, just like you do, but they call them demons.", I answered for them.
"I've never heard of them.", Annabeth muttered, "I wonder why."
"They was rivalry between your kinds, and it always brought to fights with great losses on both sides. In the nineteenth century the gods decided to separate you to avoid the fighting. It worked out quite well, at least until now."
"And of course Poseidon had to ruin it, my mother would never have done something like that.", Annabeth said bitterly, earning a glare from Percy. She ignored him. "We should bring him at camp, though. If he's a demigod…" I had no doubts about who 'he' was. I wasn't going to let them take Alec away. I didn't care if he was a demigod or not, they had no right to…
"What is this camp?", Alec asked timidly yet firmly, his piercing blue eyes fixed on the bunch of Half-Bloods. "And what do you mean, Poseidon his my father? My father is Robert Lightwood. And who are the gods?"
"Do you know the Greek myths?", Annabeth asked. Alec just nodded. "Well, they're true. As you may recall, the Greeks gods used to have a lot of children in the old times. It's not like they've changed their habits. So there you are, like we all."
"So you're telling us that there are a bunch of old guys in togas on a mountain in Greece and they're having babies all over the world?", Jace asked with a chuckle. Gods, he could be so annoying.
Apparently Annabeth agreed with me, because she snorted and glared at him. "Mortals are so close-minded. Of course not. The gods are the fire of the western civilization. They are where the flame burns brighter. It started in Greece, sure, but they didn't stop there. Rome, France, Spain, England. And, finally, America. You can see them in the architecture. The statue of Prometheus in Central Park, for example."
"In America? Seriously?"
"The home of the gods, Mount Olympus, is here in New York, on top of the Empire State Building."
"And no one never noticed?"
"The mist is a powerful thing."
"Wait a second. So I'm actually the son of Poseidon? I mean, my mother loves my father, she'd never…", Alec spoke up again, sounding quite distressed.
"That's not the only explanation. Poseidon might have taken Robert Lightwood's appearance to trick your mother. It wouldn't be the first time the gods do something like that."
"Hey! My father's a nice guy, he doesn't use trickery or disguises to get women. That's something Zeus would do!", Percy exclaimed, while it thundered in the distance.
"Perce, Poseidon tends to react badly when he doesn't get what he wants, and he can be pretty stubborn, too.", Annabeth said gently, placing an hand on her friend's shoulder. "Besides, someone who does the nasty with Medusa on his own will must have something seriously wrong.", Thalia stage-whispered. More thundering in the distance followed.
"About Medusa…", Alec started.
"She's dead.", Thalia said. She handed over her backpack. "We have her head, check if you want."
Jace reached out to take it, but Alec grabbed his wrist. "Jace, she can turn you to stone even when she's dead." Just then, Annabeth seemed to realize that they still didn't know our names. "Who are you?", she asked, her icy gaze on us.
"The son of Poseidon with gorgeous blue eyes is Alec, the other, annoying guy is Jace, the redhead his Clary and the girl with the whip is Isabelle, Alec's sister.", I said quickly.
"And you are?", Annabeth asked, suspicious. I could practically see the gears turning in that daughter-of-Athena brain of hers. "Magnus", I said.
Nico's eyes widened. "Magnus Bane?", he asked. I nodded. "The one my father told me about?" Another nod. "And what about the blade?"
I sighed, taking a knife-shaped charm from one of the chains around my neck. I knew this day would come, I just had hoped it would take a little while longer. Or a big while longer, even better. Black sparks danced across my fingertips, as the charm elongated, soon becoming a long, deadly knife. The blade was of Stygian iron, and there was a glass container at the base. It was full of black water. I handed over the weapon. "This is the Blade of Oblivion. Your father let the Furies forge it for you, and he ordered me to keep it safe till the time was right. The water in the base comes from the river Lethe. I don't think I have to tell you what it does."
Nico looked down at the blade, his eyes sparkling. "It makes your enemy forget who he is, right?"
I nodded. "Be careful with it. You can only use it once."
Nico took the knife gingerly, regarding it for a while. Then it went back to charm form, and he slipped it on a chain he wore around his neck, just like I had.
"Nico.", I called. He looked up, an unspoken question in his eyes. "This is not a good sign, that your father wanted you to have it. Plus, the gods are obviously trying to reunite the Shadowhunters and the demigods. There must something in store for us, another war probably. One bad enough to need the help from both parts."
Nico nodded. "I think we should go now.", he looked at Alec, "Are you coming? You can get trained at camp, if you want."
Alexander shook his head. "No, I'm already trained. Besides, my place is here."
The demigods walked away without as much as another parting word. We all knew we would meet again soon enough.
I: So that's it. Was it good? Bad? Leave a review and let me know!