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Chapter 12:

Annabeth's POV:

I ran as fast as my legs could, towards camp. But of course it was all the way in Manhattan so I stopped to rest in a diner. I ordered a coffee and a bagel and ate while thinking about what just happened.

I was a failure.

I let my dad down.

But you know what? I never really wanted to be a magician anyway. I hated lying to Percy and Chiron and my entire cabin! They were my siblings!

I've always liked being a Greek. As soon as I met the Romans, I've confirmed it. They were so violent and harsh.

The Egyptians weren't so bad, but still I have my reasons.

I sighed, slurped up the rest of my coffee, gobbled down my bagel, paid and walked out.

I was thinking about asking the Gray sisters for a ride when I realized that I didn't have any drachmas. My dad had told me not to bring anything that made them suspicious.

So I brought regular clothes and books and stuff, nothing out of the ordinary. Except for my new knife I had Leo make for me after I lost the one Luke gave me while trying to get back the Athena Parthenos.

I kept that to myself. Never showed anybody.

Anyway, I didn't have any drachmas. But I did have mortal money. I guess I could call a taxi and make him drop me off at the bottom of the hill. I was debating on that when I was knocked right off my feet and slammed into a tree.

It was extremely painful, but I managed to get up.

Oh my gods. It was a Drakon. I wish I could tell you it was the friendly one from camp. Sorry. That would be a lie.

I took out my knife and cautiously walked around it trying to find a good spot for me to make my target.

Until it lunged at me. I dodged it's attack and veered right. I stabbed my knife deep into it's neck and it roared in pain.

I was afraid that it didn't kill it. But relief swept through my body as it turned to ash.

Honestly? I was out of shape. I usually train everyday for like at least 8 hours at camp. Sure there's a little training room at Brooklyn House, but it's nothing.

You can only practice magic. I can try fighting with the shabti with my knife, but then they would ask questions like where did I get it, and what is it made of and stuff.

So I decided to go with the taxi idea.

I called a taxi and waited as it came to my rescue.

I told the driver to take me to Farm road 3.141 Long island, New York, and he gave me a funny look.

"Ain't nothin there miss." He said to me. "Ya sure you wanna go there?"

"One hundred percent" I said.

Then I took out my hundred dollar bills pretending to see if I had enough.

His eye widened.

"Alright miss" He said, and we took off for Camp Halfblood.

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