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Chapter 10

Good Luck Always Runs Out, Huh?

Annabeth POV

Apollo was good at a lot of things, I knew that. But I wondered how he managed to sell music in a matter of seconds.

My song hit the big lists in no time. Yay me. Notice my sarcasm. I like keeping my feelings and thoughts to myself, and this is like opening up to the world.

I made good money out of it, and paid tuition. Mrs. Warren still had that impressed look despite the week that had gone by, but as long as she didn't ask too many questions, I'd manage.

Percy was still impressed, his jaw hung open for about five minutes before he came back to his senses and closed it. A wise thing to do actually, a fly was becoming very suspicious of the contents of his mouth.

Days kept turning into weeks, and weeks into months. I'd been at this school for a month and a half now, it was May, and things hadn't changed all that much.

Mrs. Warren had told me my dorm would finally be ready in a week, and I didn't know what to think. I would definitely miss having a roommate, from what Percy had told me, having a dorm to yourself in this school could be creepy. I would like my own space and all too, having a much cleaner place to live would be nice.

Other than that, things were still the same here. Percy still sucked at math –and all his other subjects- and I kept helping him out as a way to return the favor. He had magically passed every subject –by very little, but he passed- so by then, according to him that is, he was the one that was in debt with me.

He didn't understand how much his "little favor" had done for me, and if I tried to explain, things would only turn out worse.

I didn't think he was a demigod, but I wasn't sure yet. He'd been able to see Dylan as a Cyclops –whom by the way had been taken out of the school, courtesy of Apollo, and had received a scholarship to study somewhere in the other side of the country… but never made it to the school.

Maybe Percy was a mortal with the Sight… but that was so uncommon, it was a slim chance. Besides, he hadn't seen him before… maybe he just caught him at a specific moment?

I watched him carefully, trying to figure out any godly powers in him. The only thing I found out was that he loved water. Poseidon had been forced into an oath to no longer have kids, and it was recent –kinda- so it wasn't likely that he'd broken the oath… yet.

I was wondering if I would ever be able to tell Percy the truth about me, but as each day passed by, I realized that I'd put him at more risk if I stayed near him. Dylan had been a Cyclops, and I could've sworn I saw an empousai walking down the streets near where the school was.

I had to get out of here, and fast.

My scent must've been getting stronger, or maybe it was just a coincidence. Maybe there was some other demigod in this school, that wasn't necessarily Percy.

Well, they'd all most likely be kids of Ares, I thought.

I was thinking of all this one afternoon, while walking to my dorm after classes. Percy said he wanted to go swim a few laps for a while, and I said I needed to do homework, so I left him after class and let him go to his favorite place.

I stopped at my dorm, and opened the door.

I got the most unpleasant surprise ever.

Five Telekhines in my dorm. Me and Percy's stuff was scattered all over the place. They were biting on my mattress, and clawing the windows. One of them was particularly interested in my bookshelf, and was tearing out the pages of my architecture books.

"Stop!" I yelled.

Bad idea.

They all turned their attention to me, and one of them dropped something in the middle of it.

That something, was my most prized –and feared- possession.

My fits notebook had been seconds from being torn into pieces.

Rage filled me, and I felt my face getting hot.

"Get out!" I yelled at them.

Apollo, I thought. This would be an awesome time for you to come down here!

No answer.

They starting wobbling towards me in a slow way, menacing… and creepy.

I needed to defend myself. No way was I using my voice here…

Apollo, a little help? Please? If you want your precious blessing to survive, I need to survive too!

That worked.

My hand started to glow. In it, I held a sword, it seemed to be made of bronze.

Celestial Bronze.

Thanks!

I watched the telekhines cower in fear at the sight of my new weapon.

I sliced through the first telekhine and watched it turn into a shower of golden dust.

"Who's next?" I asked.

I heard footsteps coming towards the dorm.

If I got rid of the telekhines, people would ask why I trashed my own dorm.

If I didn't get rid of them, people would probably get hurt.

Great… what now?

AN:

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Quick announcement: I have a one-shot called Train Ride: Jueves. It's on the PJO series, it's really sweet and slightly sad but with a very happy ending. Please check it out? Btw, on the title: it's more or less a songfic. I just based it on the "story" the lyrics told, very loosely. The song's name is Jueves, hence the title. But the story's in English!

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-DemiSpy.