Phones Are Bad Why?
Disclaimer: I don't own PJO
Sophia's POV
I grabbed the phone and hurried into my room to call Ashley. She would be dying to learn what happened at the lake. This was actually the first time I have ever called her; she's always with me when I want to tell her something. I never see my parents using the phone either, which is a fact I find odd.
I dialed her number and waited for her to pick up, "Hello?" I heard on the other line. It sounded like Ashley's mom.
"Hey, this is Sophia. Is Ashley there?" I asked.
"This is Ashley," Ashley said.
"Really? You sound like your mom," I told her.
"I get that a lot. Why did you call?" she asked.
Polite as I am, I asked about her first, "Did you get Johnny's attention?"
"No," she answered glumly, "Every time I started a conversation, he seemed like he wasn't listening."
"That sucks. You could always try again," I supported her.
"I will," she said. Then her voice got excited, "What happened at the lake?" she asked.
"I had the time of my life!" I answered. Then I told her everything. From the moment I got to the frozen lake to my front door. Ashley was squealing with delight when I finished.
"Oh. My. God! You two make a perfect couple! So how was the kiss?" she asked.
"It's not something that I could describe in words," I said. What was I supposed to say?
I heard a crash, "Ashley? Are you alright?"
"Yeah, the crash came from your side," she told me.
"Shh," I told her.
"Annabeth! Go to Sophia's room and stay there to protect her if needed!" I heard Dad yell.
Mom rushed into my room with a bronze knife in hand and closed the door behind her. She saw the phone in my hand and said, "Hang that up!"
"Ashley, I have to go! Don't worry; I'm fine. Bye!" I hung up. I heard another crash, a hiss, and a grunt.
Mom stood facing the door, standing protectively in front of me, "Mom, what is going on?"
"Only use phones in emergencies!" was all she responded.
"Sophia, close your eyes!" I heard Dad shout from the other side of the door. I heard a closer crash, and that was of my door coming down. I shut my eyes, but not before I saw my dad holding a bronze sword and shield. The weapons looked Greek. What was going on?
I heard a swish, a shriek, then a poof, and Mom said, "Sophia, you can open your eyes now."
"What is going on?" I demanded.
"You have to put the pieces together yourself. Here's another hint: the woman who was here earlier, her name is Aphrodite and her husband is Hephaestus," Dad said. Aren't those names of Greek gods?
Sophia, think! Greek god names, Greek language, grandparents from Greece, and Greek weapons. This definitely has something to do with Greece.