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Chapter One: Ιπτάμενα μέσα γίνεται τηγανισμένος, δικαίωμα;

Or, Flying Equals Being Fried, Right?

Annabeth

"No, Annabeth, seriously, no way. I'll get burnt to pieces!" Percy said.

"Oh, come on," I rolled my eyes, "You can't expect Zeus to blast you out of the sky after you saved Olympus, what, two months ago?"

"We saved Olympus."

"Whatever. Anyway, we are so flying! It will take way to long to swim or ride hippocampi across the Atlantic Ocean. I've only lived here about a month and a half, and I know that much," I said.

"Yes you came to Manhattan to oversee the building process, and blah blah blah. You and I both know the real reason you wanted to come."

I snorted.

"Well, who's Mr. Bighead all of the sudden?"

"You know it's true, Annabeth!"

"Perseus Jackson, you are impossible! Anyway, we're flying."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

I'd really love to say that Percy and I suddenly realized how stupid it was to argue whether or not we would swim or fly to London, but unfortunately, it didn't quite work like that.

"We're flying!"

"We're swimming!"

"Well, why don't we just pop up to Mt. Olympus and ask Zeus ourselves?" I asked.

"Fine."

"Fine."

Did I mention that Mount Olympus is at the top of the Empire State Building?

We both stalked off towards the Empire State Building, not meeting eyes once. Grover happened to be on his way to Olympus as well, so he joined us in the elevator. By the way, Grover is a satyr, which means he's half-human, half-goat.

When he noticed both Percy and I were glaring pointedly at the floor, Grover started playing a really lame rendition of "Baby Come Back" on his reed pipes.

Much to my surprise, Percy looked up and said,

"Annabeth, you really don't want me to start singing."

I raised my eyebrow.

"Seriously, Annabeth, you don't want me to sing. I can break the gates of the Underworld with my singing."

I raised my hands to my ears in expectancy.

"Ok, ok, I forgive you! I'll do almost anything if you don't sing!"

"Knew the old threat would work," I heard Percy whisper to Grover, "But, since you are a daughter of Athena, you made a wise choice. Nothing unusual," he said to me, holding out his arms for a hug.

"I don't forgive you that much."

"You know you do."

I smiled and gave him a quick hug. Grover smiled and said,

"All is fair in love and war."

The elevator stopped. We got out and stepped into Olympus.

"Where is everyone?" Grover wondered aloud.

We walked around a little bit, and I for one was surprised to see the Olympians doing some kind of a dance off thing.

"Maybe now's not a good time to walk up to Zeus and say, 'Um, hey, sorry to interrupt, but I just have a quick question. If I were to fly on an airplane anytime soon, would you throw your bolt at me?' Annabeth, can you imagine how stupid that will sound?" Percy whispered.

"I think you two should follow the example of the Olympians," Grover said.

"Good idea," I said, leading Percy out onto the dance floor.

"By the way, Percy, we are so gonna kick butt."

Percy

It was about two hours before the dance off was over. That may seem like a long time to have a contest, but when you can live forever, it's probably like a second.

Once, it was over, the familiar voice of Zeus thundered across Olympus.

"As all of you can see, our hero, Percy Jackson, has returned to Olympus once again," Zeus said in a really bored voice, "And, as usual, he is accompanied by his ever-present lap dog, Annabeth Chase."

I could feel my self sinking, and as I looked over at Annabeth, she was bright red in the face. Zeus continued,

"And of course, we shall soon be receiving the news that Annabeth will no longer bear the name of Chase…"

"Zeus," Poseidon warned.

"ANYWAY, now we will ask the heroes…uh, where did they go?"

Of course, me being me, I impulsively had dragged Annabeth into the elevator, before Zeus put us on Olympian TV or something. Once we finally got to the ground floor of the building, I looked over at Annabeth, who looked like she was either about to burst into tears, or laugh out loud.

"We can swim," she gasped out.

"I'll race you to the ocean," I offered.

"No, I don't feel like it," she said.

"Why- uh" I started, but Annabeth cut me off.

"Kidding!" she yelled and shot off towards the sea.

I laughed and followed suit.

Once we reached the ocean, we were both breathless and thoroughly enjoying ourselves. As soon as we caught our breath, Annabeth smiled and got straight to business.

"So, are we gonna use air bubbles or sea creatures?"

I was about to say something really intelligent, like 'uh, I dunno', but then two dolphin heads rose to the surface.

"I guess it is gonna be sea creature," I said.

"By the way, Seaweed Brain, don't kill the dolphin while we're crossing the Atlantic," Annabeth said.

Most people would probably think, 'how on earth would you ride dolphins all the way across the Atlantic Ocean?' Well you can when you're a child of Poseidon, and it only takes a couple hours. It's convenient, I know.

So, after a couple of hours across the Atlantic, and about thirty minutes on some river, we finally made it to London.

"I'm hungry," I said.

"You always think of your stomach," Annabeth mocked.

That normally would have made me laugh, but right now I was too hungry to care. I barely noticed that Annabeth was talking! Cheeseburgers….

"What?" I started, "No wait, I think you've got me confused with Grover. He's the hungry one."

Meatloaf….crackers…..chocolate…

"Seaweed Brain!" Annabeth yelled.

"What?"

"We're getting on land! Hello!"

French fries….pie….

"Does this mean we eat?" I asked.

"Yes, Perseus. Let's find somewhere to eat."

Toast…roast beef…

"How about there?" I asked, pointing at a fine dining restaurant.

Tacos…

"No! Imagine what would happen if a monster found us! What if one came and trashed the place!" Annabeth scolded.

Spaghetti…chili dogs…

"What did you say?" I asked.

"Oh, never mind. Follow me, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth tugged on my arm and started pulling me down the street.

Macaroni…cupcakes…

"Here," she gestured.

I was so hungry I barely noticed the dark, tiny, dingy run down place Annabeth pulled me into, with its creaky wood sign.

"Where did you find this place, the recycle bin?" I asked, once I noticed my surroundings.

Pancakes….Bacon…

"Does this place even have a name?" I complained.

"Yes," Annabeth replied, "It's called the Leaky Cauldron."

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