Sofi~
"Sophi! Sophi? Hey Soph, are you okay?"
I sit up shaking all over, blinking the sleep out of my eyes. I look around to see who it was speaking, and it was my mother, her deep grey eyes boring into my own. I'm covered in a cold sweat, and I was probably whimpering in my sleep. I can tell why my mother is worried about me, but I'm not sure if I'm ok myself. After seeing those scenes of death, I should be grateful that my life is so much better, but I don't. It just makes me feel worse, because living the life of a demigod isn't an easy one.
"You have a long day ahead of you, with meeting our friends, and finding the crossover girl," she says. "Speaking of her, I've found another one just like her. A boy this time," she finishes. I don't really know what to say.
"Great I guess? I reckon we're gonna have to find him too, right?"
"Yeah, we are. Sorry Soph, but we're going do a lot of traveling today. I'll explain the game plan for today. First we're going to fly to New York, and I've contacted Riley's dad, and convinced him they are going on a vacation they won at a lottery. He bought it I guess. They're flying from the same airport, so we'll get to meet them before New York, but I won't be able to explain the truth. Then once we get there, we'll pick up Ethan, and bring them all back to Camp Half-Blood, where we'll meet all of my friend's children, and we'll explain the truth to everyone. Get up and get dressed. Then we've got to be at the airport in an hour. I hope you've packed."
As it turned out, I hadn't. For the next half hour I rush around the room packing some shorts, tee-shirts, sweaters, jeans, underwear, toiletries, pajamas, and books into my trunk, at which point I drag it downstairs, and we hail a cab to get to the airport.
I'd never been on an airplane before, or in an airport. As we got to the correct gate, I spot Riley, and she spots me. She gasps, and jumped back in her seat. Her father tries to ask her what was the matter, and she is quite obviously trying to deny seeing anything.
We take our seats in the waiting area, and after sitting for a while, I get up and walk to a Starbucks. After a second, she makes an excuse to her dad and walks after me.
"What are you doing here?" She asks after catching up with me. "Are you even real this time? Why did the color of your eyes change?"
"I'm sorry about that. I am real this time." She pokes me just to make sure. I most definitely do not dissolve into mist.
"Di immortalis," she gasps, "You are real! Ok, what are you doing here?"
"I can't really tell you that now. When we get to New York my mum will explain…" I pause, looking for the right word for this situation. "Everything to you and some other people like you. It'll make more sense later, don't worry."
"People… like me?" She sounds anxious, but I can tell she's excited at the prospect of 'people like her.'
"Don't worry about it," I repeat.
The flight was long and boring. My father was quite jumpy the whole time; I guess the whole thing with the son of Poseidon and the rivalry with Zeus and all that. While he was tense the whole time, I watched a movie; Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows pt. 2, and reread for the umpteenth time the story of my parent's legacy, The Lightning Thief.
When we finally landed, we got a cab, and drove to Camp Half-Blood, where all the cars were driving on the wrong side of the road. After another long and boring journey we were finally at our destination.