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"People! People are coming!" Percy started to panic. "There are people, with weird carts, oh! Oh so lucky for us, everyone has an animal in a cage! do we have any animals? No, we do not!" He looked down at Rachel. He was apparently waiting for more of a reaction from her, but her own eyes were fixated on the things in her case.
"Look at all of this! We have feathers, a pot, ohmigods, there's a telescope, scaly gloves. . . .Percy, come look!" Rachel tugged at his leg, but Percy wouldn't budge. She rolled her eyes and stood up to see what he was dumbstruck at.
She couldn't have guessed anything near to what she saw.
People, in pointed hats, ran around with their children, as they held carved sticks in their hands and the child dropped off carts near the train to the people who worked there. Nearly every adult was dressed in robes, the material ranging from fleece to velvet to silk. They came in all different colors, too- green, red, blue, black, and even a few with yellow. Weird objects were found everywhere- jagged rocks, furry puffballs that moved, and even things littered the air. Owls were there, hooting and landing in random places. Paper airplanes flew around with uncanny movement.
Annabeth was still sitting on the floor. She tried, really tried to comprehend what she had just saw. Before, her eyes told her that a boy with what looked like a shopping cart came through a solid brick wall.
What was this place?
Maybe the density of that wall changes as someone touches it? A hologram? Only a few more explanations ran through her head, each of which she knew wouldn't be a train station in England. She sighed and stood up. Maybe it was just a misinterpretation?
Turning around, Annabeth nearly wet her pants. What she saw defied all logic, defied everything she really understood, which was a lot, being a daughter of Athena. "What. Is. This."
Percy turned around as glee spread on Rachel's face. "Kronos said we'd be confused from our minds if it wasn't for you, Wise Girl."
"Just because Luke-I mean, Kronos-said it, doesn't mean that it's true." Annabeth gave Percy a death stare, which Percy figured he probably deserved.
"He's the one who got us into this mess. Now you can do what you always do!" Percy gave a open-mouth smirk. "Think!"
Annabeth kept the death stare but then grunted and let it go and instead furrowed her brow. Before she could think of anything, Rachel spoke.
"Oh!" She said, looking quite green. "Close the window, I think-" As Percy reluctantly closed the window, Rachel's eyes filled with green light and green smoke poured out her openings on her face-while small cuts were born on her chest and arms poured blue smoke, the same with her legs-only for her leg smoke was red.
"the one with the power to vanquish-" Rachel convulsed. "lies alone and friendless, abandoned-" Another convulsion. "the world must fall, an oath-" Convulsion. "and the dark lord will mark him as his-" Convulsion. "foes bear arms-" Convulsion. "with his servant's aid, greater and more terrible-" Convulsion. "the doors of death." The red smoke from her legs stopped abruptly, healing the cuts with them. But Rachel kept going. "either must die at the hand of the-" the convulsions continued. "to rejoin his master." The blue smoke retreated, healing the cuts they made with them. Only the green smoke remained. "born as the seventh month dies." Rachel regained control and the green light faded. "That felt. . . ." She struggled to find the right word. "Strange."
Annabeth and Percy were speechless for a long time. All three had memories of their adventures on the Argo ll, expect for Rachel, of course, but none of them were mature enough to act true to their memories. Rachel most certainly knew the feeling of a prophecy, and this was like no other.
Their thoughts were interrupted to noises emitting from the narrow hallway of the train. Voices, laughing and coming closer. Almost instinctively, Rachel grabbed an decorative stick with a whitish color that was being held in a small pocket next to her engraved name from her suitcase. When Percy and Annabeth looked at her quizzically, she blushed and realized she looked very stupid. Closing their suitcases, both figured they might as well take a look at their own 'decorative sticks'.
Percy's 'decorative stick' had a slight red tinge to it, the bottom was wide and continually came to a point. Swirls engraved the handle-if you could call it that- and progressed to smaller ones to the tip. He estimated it was a little over 12 inches. He twirled it within his fingers, liking the feel of it.
Annabeth's, on the other hand, was a dark brown, the handle simply plain. It was curved ever so slightly, so that it seemed simple, but elegant. It had a faint smell of walnut.
Rachel's woodish white had a vine-like pattern, and it looked like they originated from the tip, stopping abruptly at the handle. She fiddled with it, and found the handle felt perfect in her hand.
"It looks kind of like a wand." Percy observed.