Hey guys!
So, the winners of the question are… Circe andGalacticmoonwolf! Twelve was the right answer. Congratulations!
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I didn't want to wake up.
Yesterday was amazing. I'd ended up talking to Hagrid for most of the night, and only started to sleep at around 3 in the morning. He'd mentioned that we would be going to Gringotts today, so I could get some money that Harry's parents left for him. And according to Hagrid, Gringotts was a bank. Yay.
Right now, I was trying to continue sleeping. While I was living with the Dursleys, they'd make me get up at 6 am every morning, and I was determined to get as much sleep as possible. Except it looked like I couldn't do that for very much longer, judging from the loud tapping noise I could hear.
Wait…
That wasn't a dream, was it? Hagrid coming and making Harry's life so much better?
Like a guardian angel.
I had a sudden vision of him in a white dress, descending from the sky on fluffy wings. Wow, my mind was weird.
Anyway, if that was a dream, the tapping would mean 'Aunt' Petunia would be knocking on the cupboard door for me to get up. But it couldn't be a dream. Not just because it would suck if it was (which it still would), but I'd had enough dreams to tell the difference between them and real life.
Whatever happened last night (this morning, whatever), it wasn't a dream.
So what was that tapping noise?
I forced myself to open my eyes, and was immediately wide awake. There was another owl knocking at the window. Maybe if I moved really slowly, it wouldn't notice me.
The owl looked me straight in the eye, and squawked.
Stupid idea.
-OOH, IS THAT THE SIXTH LINE BREAK?-
"Um, Annabeth?"
The daughter of Athena was visiting Camp Half-Blood for the first time in months. She'd already seen all her friends, family, and most of the complete strangers, and after only a day, was packing up to continue her search. Yes, it was hopeless, but there was no way she could move on. Maybe Percy was a Seaweed Brain, but he was her Seaweed Brain. And Annabeth wasn't going to give up on him that easily.
She was just about to leave when she was visited by her friend Felix. He was a son of Apollo who came to Half-Blood Hill only two months after Percy had disappeared, and he soon became one of her best friends. But while she left New York for her search, he stayed to help build the new part of the Camp: New Greece. Where greek demigods could live if they didn't want to leave.
Anyway, she'd just arrived at Thalia's tree, when Felix ran up to her.
"Annabeth," He stopped. "Before you leave, could I ask you something?"
"Sure," Annabeth turned to look at him. "What is it?"
He ran his hand through his blond hair, nervous. "Do you think that...maybe...you could possibly...if you wanted to… goonadatewithme?" Felix rushed. Annabeth knitted her eyebrows.
"Pardon?"
"Uh," he started again. "Would you like to go on a date? With me?" Noticing her surprised expression, he kept talking. "I mean, if you didn't want to, that's fine. It's just-"
Annabeth smiled. "Gods, Felix, that's so sweet. Of course I'll go on a date with you!" She'd been thinking of staying for a bit longer, anyway. A date seemed perfect. This wasn't really betraying Percy or anything, either. Just a meeting between friends...right?
Felix exhaled, relieved. "Can you make it for 8:00 tomorrow morning? Here, maybe?"
"Sure,"
He beamed. "Thanks so much! You won't regret it, I promise."
Annabeth watched as he turned to go back, a grin still plastered on his face.
Just a meeting between friends.
-MEANWHILE, AT THE SEVENTH LINE BREAK…-
"Uh, Hagrid?"
He didn't move.
"There's an owl…"
"No, of course I didn' take yer lemon drops…" He muttered in his sleep.
"So, my hair is on fire,"
Hagrid snored.
Right. Guess I'd have to deal with this on my own.
The owl kept pecking at the window, but harder. I swear, never underestimate the strength of an owl's beak, because the glass was starting to crack. I took a step back, then looked closer. There was a newspaper in its claw.
Before I could say anything like, I don't know, help, the glass shattered. The owl swooped in, dropped the newspaper on top of Hagrid, and immediately started pecking at me.
Has an owl ever tried to kill you?
It's not fun.
Trying to swat the owl (and failing), I accidentally knocked over the end table. A large candle that was on the table fell off onto the couch, of which Hagrid was still sleeping on. The half-giant rubbed his eyes, and sat up. Immediately, he noticed the owl trying to peck my eyes out.
"Orion!" The owl looked up. Hagrid held out five little bronze things.
"Take yer pay," The owl took the bronze, glared at me, and flew out the broken window.
"Sorry 'bout that, Harry. Orion gets a bit upset if he doesn't get 'is money." Hagrid yawned. "Best be off, then, lots ter do today. Gotta get up ter London an' buy all yer stuff fer school."
"Since when can you get magic stuff in London?" I asked. "Wouldn't people notice if a store was selling things that don't even exist?"
He smiled. "You'll see,"
Because that wasn't vague at all.
-THE TOTALLY AWESOME EIGHTH LINE BREAK-
It was 7:55. Annabeth walked up the hill, where her friend was waiting.
"Hey," She waved. Felix waved back.
"Hi, Annabeth! Are you ready?"
"That depends. Where are we going?"
"A place,"
"Thought so,"
There was an awkward silence.
"So…" Annabeth started, but was interrupted by a beeping noise, seemingly coming from Felix's watch. He checked it, and grinned. "Wait for it…"
"Wait for wha-" The camp disappeared. In its place was a huge city. People were everywhere. Fantastic buildings were spread across the landscape, and a tall clock-tower rose in the distance. Annabeth could see a giant Ferris wheel near to the river.
She was in London.
"Do you like it?" Felix asked, hopeful. Annabeth looked at him, her smile almost too wide for her face.
"Of course I like it!" She hugged him tightly. "I've always wanted to go here!"
Letting go, she faced the city. "Where should we go first?"
The son of Apollo opened his mouth to answer, but didn't get a chance. A small, brown, slightly ruffled-looking owl came out of nowhere, and knocked into him. He spluttered, but before he could react, the owl noticed Annabeth. He did a double-take.
"Mistress!" He spoke into her mind. The bird flew off Felix and onto her shoulder. "Thank Merlin you're here!"
"Um, okay..." Annabeth responded. "Why is that good?"
"Poseidon's son! He's here!" Her eyes widened. Percy was in England? How? Of course, it could also just be another random guy, but this was her first lead. No time no think negatively.
"Where?" She asked.
"He is with the magical ones! The giant has found him!" Annabeth panicked. She thought they'd killed all of the Giants!
"Which giant? I thought they all went back to Tartarus at the second giant war!"
"This is a different giant. Only half." A half-giant. That was new.
"Where is he, though? Who are the magical ones?" She persisted.
"He is close. And the magical ones are wizards. Also witches." The owl said, in a bored tone. She gaped. Wizards? Witches? Those were a myth!
"Are you sure?"
"Definitely. Would you like me to lead you to them?"
"That would be great! Please, do." Even if this turned out to be a dead end, it was better than nothing. The owl rose from her shoulder, and flew in the direction he came from. Annabeth followed, with Felix close behind.
Alright, Annabeth has a lead! SPOILER ALERT! She will go to Hogwarts. SPOILER ALERT OVER! First of all,
Almost every single boy there: *Raises hand*
Okay, then…
MovinG ON.
If you're wondering why Annabeth can talk to owls, it's because I don't see why she couldn't. If Percy can talk to his godly parent's sacred animal, why can't Annabeth?
Another thing: The newspaper that the owl was holding was actually in it's beak, but I just changed it to the claw because reasons.
Review time!
To Guest: Yes, I am going to update this. Right now, actually!
To Circe: Correct! And thanks! Sorry if I stole an idea you were meaning to do.
To E13I7UI1411: Sorry, but the answer was actually twelve. I know this because on page 34 of TTC, Percy mentions how 'She'd been turned into a tree when she was twelve'. And thanks! I will definitely keep writing.
To
Galacticmoonwolf: You are correct! Thalia was twelve. Thank you for the compliment! Also, good point with the empathy link. Maybe Grover knows Percy's not dead, but can't trace it? Plus, Percy will find Riptide at Hogwarts. I don't know exactly how, yet, but he will. Question: What kind of car did Blackjack land on in the Last Olympian? Again, no googling! Until next week, -Caleo4evah
