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PIPER POV
We all watched anxiously as Annabeth made her way towards the girl in the purple cape. She was easily definable as their leader. Praetor, as Jason called it, and her name was Reyna. I couldn't help but compare myself to her. She was beautiful, brave, intimidating, and powerful. Let's not forget she has a past with Jason. How Jason can ever pick me over her seems impossible. He told me they were only friends, I should trust him. I could trust him. I sneak a glance over at him. He is looking down and smiling, I can tell he feels at home but his hand crushing mine, trying to squeeze out any reassurance he can, gives away his nerves. I squeeze back, he looks to me with an unsaid thank you in his eyes before turning his gaze back to the ground. I decide to follow his example.
Annabeth has stopped. She is a couple yards away from the crowd and a few of them had taken a step forwards, weapons ready.
"Stand down," the clear commanding voice of Reyna rings out. The Romans are wary though. Somewhere in the crowd you could hear a voice say, "She's a Greek! This is probably an invasion right now!"
Oh no. I get ready to use charm speak before anything goes wrong. But I'm too late. So is Reyna, she has only got threw saying "I said-" before a spear comes hurtling towards Annabeth. A deadly shot strait at her heart. Annabeth notices the spear coming toward her too late. She has no way of protecting herself for she left her dagger on the ship to show they came in peace. In a second she would be dead.
Then suddenly a hand shoots out from the crowd, grabbing the shaft of the spear in midair, the tip a foot from impaling Annabeth. The hand (which is attached to a defined muscular arm) s grip is so tight that it breaks the spear in half. I gasp and I am not the only one. The broken pieces of wood and metal are thrown down as the owner of the hand and arm steps forward.
I suck in a breath. I can't help it, the barely audible sighs coming from around me proves that I'm not the only one who can't help but stare at the teenage boy who had just appeared. Iv'e seen pictures and heard multiple descriptions but I could not even come close to picturing what he looks like now. Movie stars (even ones Iv'e met in person) paled in comparison to him. He had a sort of glow to him, like nothing could stop him, he looked godly, but still, real. I now understand what everyone was talking about. Why their was a picture of him hung up in my cabin. Why girls wanted to date him and guys wanted to be him. He was a Hero from the way he looked to the actions he took.
And he was furious. Because someone one had just tried to kill his girlfriend. "Your Praetor said stand down and you better listen," he is stern and sends fear down even my spine. It's a clear message, 'No one touches my girl.' The person who threw that spear should have a puddle in his pants right now because the mermers of the name of the boy wearing the purple cape didn't even matter, any demigod, monster, or god would know who this was. It was Percy Jackson. Hero of Olympus.
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ooo-judgedontbug
