By the way, I forgot to mention this story takes place after the war with Gaia!
Who knew harpies enjoyed terrorizing people? I certainly did not. At first, they didn't see me and I barely noticed them. No one told me they were evil. Heck, no one told me about them at all. And yet, there they were, trying to eat my flesh, no less. How I didn't manage to wake up every camper sleeping, I didn't know. Maybe it was the fear that Chiron would punish me? I don't know. All I did know was that when they started to charge, I bolted away. I had no weapon at the time (not that I would have used it), no experience to fight back (Not that I would have tried), and no idea how to get away (which I would have done in a heartbeat).
I ran to the ocean, not sure what to do. Were harpies like dogs? If you masked your scent did they lose track of you? Why hasn't some kid of Athena's written a book Being a demigod for dummies yet? I complained.
At the shore, I looked behind me. They were close. The only way out was to break the vow I made all those years ago… Just then, my ears filled with the rushing sound of water. A current of water rushed over my head, splashing the monsters. It wrapped around the harpies, mangling their fighting. A boy—seventeen? Eighteen?—dispelled them, turning to me.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
I was a little shocked, a little confused, kinda scared, and very grateful. But what defined 'okay' anymore? In the Greek world, did okay translate to not dead? Whatever the case, I owed this guy big time. "Yes, thank you. I'm Anna… Daughter of Iris."
He smiled a goofy grin, like he hadn't just killed three horrible monsters. "Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon."
After all the amazing tales of Percy, I felt like I was talking to a legend and in a way, I was. "Oh my gods. You're Percy Jackson. I've been here for a few days and everyone tells me all these great things you've done!" I could tell my enthusiasm embarrassed him slightly. His face turned a little pink and he couldn't look me in the eye anymore. At least I'm not a crazy fangirl, like some others girls here. They must scare him to death, I thought.
"Yeah," he laughed. "That's me. Hey, do you need an escort back to your cabin? It's kinda late and I would hate for you to get hurt."
I took his kind offer and we started to talk about stuff. He was real easy to talk to. And funny. I could see why most people liked him.
"See you tomorrow, I guess," he said as we approached my cabin.
"Yeah, see you later."