Annabeth and Mirabelle were sitting on the patio of a lovely cafe on-looking the coast of the pacific ocean. The girls were shaded by a classic white and red striped canopy, and were drinking orange juice and eating pancakes. San Francisco's bay was gorgeous in the morning, Mirabelle had to admit. Athena was sitting between them facing the ocean. The sun was gleaming off the water and turning the top of Annabeth's head of blond, white.
Annabeth and herself had been sitting there contemplating Athena's words and deciding wether or not to believe her. Athena had given them gifts. "Tools of the gods", she had said, and wouldn't let in on what she knew. Annabeth and Mirabelle had received matching yankees caps.
Athena set down her coffee.
"Well girls, I hope you remember what i said."
Annabeth and Mirabelle looked at Athena imploringly.
"Please, cant you take us to New York yourself! You said that was where Olympus is!" Annabeth whined.
"No, You must go there on your own, I am sending you guides. You will find them in San Jose." Then Athena smiled unexpectedly. "Good-Bye my Wonderful Grace." Mom paid for the food and walked out like a normal mother might on a normal day.
Annabeth and Mirabelle were left alone with there thoughts.
Annabeth was furrowing her eyebrows, she does that when she's thinking hard, And Mirabelle couldn't help noticing all their differences. Annabeth had perfectly curly blond hair, but was so easily tangled. Mirabelle's hair was about two inches longer, dark brown and wavy, but never stayed that way very often, there personalities were completely different. Annabeth was all architecture and smarts and bravery, while Mirabelle was more of a prankster, a clever in small contraptions and art forms. She loved complicated things, puzzles, word games, anything she could get there ands on. One of the only similarities between the girls was their eyes. Both had round, startling gray eyes.
Finally Annabeth leaned back and smiled happily to herself.
"What?" Wondered Mirabelle.
"Our names, yours means wonderful, and mine means grace."
"How did you know that?"
"I looked it up a long time ago." Annabeth said
"We should probably get going."
"O.k."
In a trance Annabeth allowed herself to be pulled by the wrist by Mirabelle into the morning bustle and hustle.
Soon though Annabeth and Mirabelle realized how complicated and troublesome the subway really was. They stood there looking up at the Underground subway map, pondering how to get there. Plenty of passers by either stared or gave a reassuring smile, Annabeth wasn't sure which was better. Mirabelle was looking for the train headed to San Jose, thats as far as they could go by subway. Then, the girls would either fly to Indiana or walk to New York.
Suddenly there was a frantic tugging on Mirabelle's sleeve.
"What is it Annabeth?" Said Mirabelle, still trying to concentrate on the map.
"L-Look!" Annabeth stuttered.
Mirabelle looked, and what she saw was a holographic owl flying mid-air into the already crowded subway train. The barn owl shimmered gray, hooted playfully, folded its wings unto himself and in a whirlwind of color and fire the bird disappeared. Without a word the girls rushed into the train and took off with it.
"Guess Athena didn't want us to miss the train." Mirabelle said with a smile.
Annabeth grinned and Mirabelle smirked, and soon they were laughing right along with each other. It was hard to stop once they got started. All relief poured out and thankfulness that they had found their mother. They just couldn't believe that they got away! They used the feel like the ugly duckings who didn't have a family, and couldn't find one. Until it found them.