Second update for my stories, hope you enjoy...

Percy's POV

We were told eight demigods were staying in one house, and we had to get them. Something about another prophecy. How they survived even a day, I have no idea.

"Percy, are you okay?" Annabeth asked. We were on a plane to New York.

"Yeah. It's just- well, I just- how did these kids survive half a year without a monster attacking?" I looked at eight of them, especially the girl with dirty blonde hair. She had something around her neck that she's hiding.

"Well, Trudy is the best protector our camp has. And these kids obviously look like they've handled more than just monsters." She replied. I looked out the window of the plane and saw Long Island Sound.

The plane started to tilt downwards.

"We're home!" Grover exclaimed.

Fabian's POV

"We're home!" Exclaimed the boy in a Rasta cap.

The plane landed, and we were in New York City.

"I missed New York," Nina said beside me. "I bet my friends wondered where I went to. But more than that, I really want to see Gran."

"We should go see her then." I tell her.

Trudy comes up to us and says, "Sorry, kids. Can't visit anyone on this trip." Before I could ask why, she interrupted. "Now, come along."

It was weird, how things can change in a snap decision. First, we were heading for school. Next thing you know, you're in New York City.

N.Y.C. was filled with life. People crowded almost all the sidewalks. It was so not like home.

Annabeth's POV

Thank the gods I'm back in my territory. Britain schools are so... proper. And that's saying something.

"Excuse me?" A voice said. It was a girl with blonde hair. "Where is our transportation?"

I had three thoughts before I answered.

My first thought was, 'God, her accent is so annoying.'

My second thought was, 'Where's our truck?'

And my last thought was, 'Why is Rachel here?'

The familiar red head had run up to us. A tall, lanky boy walked forward. I think his name is Jerome.

"Hell-o," he said.

Rachel put her hand in front of him. "Don't go there. And I've seen hotter guys than you."

Even though I know the hotter guy is probably Percy, but that was that good burn.

Then Rachel turned to me. "Annabeth, why are there only eight? I thought there were nine."

"What? I thought there were eight."

Percy spoke up. "I thought there were seven."

"Can someone explain what's happening?" One of the other kids asked.

By then, Grover had finally come with the truck, along with Argus, our security.

Someone screeched.

Sigh...

This gonna be hard to adjust to.

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