Annabeth was not in the mood to fight a chimera. She was not in the mood to do much of anything. In fact, she had considered, for a brief moment, lying in bed the entire day, but then she had convinced herself that her boyfriend would get himself killed without her. So she had climbed out of bed and followed him to the bookshop.
There was nothing special about that particular bookshop. It wasn't exactly
normal, but since it wasn't teeming with monsters Annabeth ignored it. She had been there a few times before the incident with Isabelle. Since then she had pretty much avoided anything that looked like it could have anything to do with Shadowhunters. Annabeth didn't think there was anything that strange about the bookshop.
She was wrong.
As the chimera smashed through the window if the bookshop the red haired girl stared in shock for a second as Percy took out riptide. Annabeth joined him as they both took swings at the monster, who was surprisingly agile. The red headed girl appeared beside Annabeth with knives in her hands.
Great, Annabeth groaned, she was a Shadowhunter.
"Those aren't going to work," she told the girl as Percy flipped and landed on top of the chimera.
"What?" the girl asked.
"Never mind," Annabeth pushed the girl to the side as Percy slammed riptide through the chimera, turning it to dust.
The girl obviously hadn't expected the chimera to turn to dust. Annabeth didn't know much about Shadowhunters, but she knew that Downworlders didn't turn to dust when they were killed. Perhaps that was because Downworlders were actually more like people than monsters.
Percy was staring at the girl. Annabeth had no doubt that Percy had a million questions that he wanted to ask, but he was not asking them. Instead, he was just staring at the girl, not saying anything. It was beginning to annoy Annabeth.
"That was cool," came a voice from the door. All three heads in the room turned to see Simon standing where the door had been a chimera battle before.
Clary had told Simon, the night before, that she would call him if she heard anything from Jace or discovered anything else out about demigods. Simon hadn't heard anything from her, so he had decided to go check up on her at the bookstore. When he had arrived at the bookstore, the scene before him had surprised him, to say the least.
Percy Jackson was in the bookshop with his girlfriend. Simon had just reached for the door as a monster burst through the window. He watched as Percy and his girlfriend snapped into action. Simon watched them in awe as they fought the monster. They moved like Shadowhunters, with another worldly kind of grace. As they fought, it reminded Simon of Jace and Alec, like they shared some kind of fighting bond. Simon watched as Percy slammed his sword through the monster and then as it turned to dust.
Simon shook his head. Dust? That was new.
He stepped over the glass and in to the bookstore, thinking of what to say. The first words that escaped his mouth, however, were not what he wanted them to be.
"That was cool," Simon said, with a little to much enthusiasm.
Clark's head snapped up at the sound of his voice. "Simon," she said, shaking the monster dust out of her hair, "I think you were telling the truth about the demigod thing."