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"Mr. Brunner, who'd been out in front of the museum a minute before, wheeled his chair into the doorway of the gallery, holding a pen in his hand.
"What ho, Percy!" He shouted, and tossed the pen through the air.
Mrs. Dodds lunged at me.
With a yelp, I dodged and felt the talons slash the air next to my ear. I snatched the ballpoint pen out of the air, but when it hit my hand, it wasn't a pen anymore. It was a sword-Mr. Brunner's bronze sword, which he always used on tournament day."(Riordan 13)
I had no idea where the memory came from but hoping the pen was still on me, I reached for my pocket. It was. So I pulled it out and going by instinct, uncapped it. Thank the gods, it turned into the bronze sword from my memory.
Mrs. Dodds hissed, ominously.
I looked over at Reyna to see that she had a bronze dagger in her hand. It was in what looked like an offensive position.
"Oh, Perseus Jackson! I will have my vengeance for the multitude of times that you have sent me to the Underworld," Mrs. Dodds growled, her voice deathly soft.
She flew at me, taking a deadly plunge straight at my shocked face. I lost all train of thought and acting on pure instinct, dove at her. Yeah…I'm definitely ADHD.
Next thing I knew, I was standing on a pile of sand where Mrs. Dodds used to be with Reyna staring at me like I was completely mental.
"You're not supposed to be trained?" Reyna questioned.
"That's Mr. D,"Grover murmured to me."He's the camp director. Be polite. The girl, that's Annabeth Chase. She's just a camper, but she's been here longer than just about anybody. And you already know Chiron…"
I vaguely recognized the names but before I could match the names with people, I lost the memory.
"I know what training is…I think…"And I did. I think. When I thought about it too much though, it gave a killer migraine.
"Hero training? For demi gods like you and me? Ringing any bells?" Reyna asked.
"Familiar. But I can't quite put my finger on it." I told her, frustrated.
I was getting short, almost nonexistent visions of an archery range, a lava rock wall and an arena with a creature that I recognized to be a hellhound.
"Whatever. We'll deal with that later. I have instructions to bring you back to Camp." Reyna stated, patiently.
"Do I have a choice?" I asked.
"No. Not really. I only asked out of courtesy." Came the immediate response.
Reyna led him out the window, climbing with quick, sure movements. Once on the ground, she whistled and two white and black pegasi came flying from the sky and my mind crowded with thoughts of "Hey lord!" and "How's it going, lord?".
"Is that normal?" I asked, Reyna.
"What? Pegasi flying out of nowhere?" She questioned.
"No. Them communicating through thought. "I corrected.
"No." Reyna commented, giving him a weird look.
"Well…unless you're a Son of Neptune, but that's not very likely." She added, as an afterthought.
Neptune…Neptune is Poseidon's Roman form…I think. I was about to voice this thought but catching the weirded out look in her eyes, I figured I could save it until I got back to Camp and hopefully be in a better position that the one I'm in now.
We climbed onto the pegasi and took off. Surprisingly, I didn't fall off. In fact, me and my pegasi, quickly took the lead.