Percy looked across the street at the bookstore. What was in there? A monster? God? Titan? Probably not a titan, Percy thought. He pulled riptide out of his pocket. One thing that he knew for sure was that it wasn't just another book shop. There was something magical about this place. He had to go inside.
He was about to cross the street and go inside when he heard someone tapping their foot behind him. He turned around and met a pair of stormy grey eyes.
Annabeth.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"Would you believe me if I said research?"
Annabeth shook her head.
"Right." Percy exhaled. "Do you remember yesterday when we were at the diner and you practically threw Simon's girlfriend out the window?"
"I can remember what happened yesterday Percy."
"Well, I was just curious as to who those people were and stuff."
"And stuff?"
"Yeah," Percy said avoiding his girlfriend's steely gaze, "stuff."
"And you have to do this stuff at this particular bookstore because?"
"I think that it has the answers."
Annabeth eyed the bookstore. "And if you don't find anything in this bookstore will you let it go?"
"Yes." Percy said,wondering what exactly Annabeth was trying to get at.
"Alright," Annabeth said walking across the street and in to the bookstore. Percy watched in disbelief as she did so and then ran in after her.
Clary heard the door open and looked up as a girl with blonde hair walked in to the bookshop. She was follow a second later by a dark haired boy a second later. They stood at the entrance for a second talking in hushed tones then the girl went over to the mythology section and the boy to the religion. Clary's eyes followed the boy. He seemed familiar. There was something about him that Clary could've sworn she'd seen him before. She got up from were she was siting and walked over to the boy.
"Can I help you find anything?" She asked.
The boy looked up at her, blue eyes staring at her under a mop of black hair. "Yeah. I'm looking for anything that you have on... Shadowhunters?"
Clary sucked in a breath. "You're that boy."
The boy raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
"You're," Clary searched her mind for the name. Peter Johnson? Paul Jenkins? "Percy Jackson!"
Percy slowly began to back away from Clary. "Um..." He muttered. "I think you've got the wrong guy." He stuck his hands in to the pockets of his pants, fingering something inside of them.
"No. No. Simon told me about you yesterday." Clary said, hoping that the mention of Simon would calm him down.
"Simon's your friend?" For some reason, Percy didn't sound any more relaxed than he had a moment before.
"Yeah." Clary said. "Simon and I go-" what she meant to say was that Simon and her had been best friends since they were little, but she didn't get to finish her sentence for at that moment a the blonde girl yelled, "DUCK!" and a monster unlike any that she'd seen before or read about in the Codex smashed through the front window of the shop.