~JASON~
Percy arrived about thirty minutes to an hour after we got outside after eating. His pegasus whinied, neighing and knickering softly.
"Thanks Black. I owe you one." Percy said.
The horse neighed and tossed its head, as if saying: Yeah, you do!
Percy simply chuckled softly, then said:
"Get on back to Camp. People are beginning to stare. I don't want to have to deal with a policeman or something. And tell the stableworkers you should get a bucket of apples. And oats." he said to the pegasus, giving him a head rub of appreciation, who neighed happily, before rising in the sky and flying away.
Once he was out of sight, Percy asked:
"So where do we start?"
"In 320 Daphne Street. It's in a neighborhood called Oak Acres, which is about 30 minutes from here." I blurted out.
Percy and Annabeth stared at me.
"How did you know that?!" Percy demanded, his voice angrier than the last time.
I looked at Annabeth, silently pleading for her help. She understood, thankfully, and told Percy:
"Would you rather ask questions or get on with what we came here for?"
Percy opened his mouth to protest, when Annabeth said:
"C'mon, Seaweed Brain, let's go."
She grabbed his hand, before he could protest, and the two walked ahead. Thankfulness washed over me. That is, until Annabeth looked at me with an expression that said:
We're talking about this later!
I inwardly groaned.
Wonderful, just wonderful! I thought.
I didn't know how to explain the dreams I had, or the knowledge about Percy's sister I had. It was as if my amnesia had come back somehow, making it impossible to figure out how I knew all of this.
When Percy had said he had a Roman demigod sister, it had triggered something. Something that I couldn't figure out.
I knew what my name was, who my friends were, and where I had come from. I knew who Thalia and my family were, so I clearly didn't have amnesia.
But then why did I feel like I knew Percy's sister, when I didn't?
And I didn't, then why was I able to tell where she lived?
And the dreams that I had, how did I explain those?
The first I'd had was last night, after the campfire. I'd had once of those dreams where you are seeing it, but aren't actually there.
I had dreamed of the inside of fairly small house. The carpet was soft and the smell of coffee hung in the air, the fire in the fireplace crackling softly, making the place warm and, well, home-like. A woman with bright blonde hair, that was pulled up into a long ponytail, and deep chocolate eyes was singing softly. She had a white blouse and jeans on, and was going barefoot. She had been cooking something in a small kitchen. Her words were in English, but her accent was a thick French. Her voice was clear and beautiful:
Sweet lullaby,
let you dream
of things so sweet,
oh little one,
remember me.
She had switched to humming the rest of the song, which sounded more like a lullaby to me.
I couldn't help but wish that she had been the mother I'd had, instead of the one I actually got. I could barely remember mine, and from what Thalia-my sister-told me, she wasn't the greatest person in the world, to say the least.
Suddenly, a little girl bounced down the stairs. She had paler skin than her mother but the same chocolate brown eyes. Her dirty blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, just as her mom's was. She was wearing a sleeveless olive green shirt and jeans with black combat boots. The girl was only about 4 or 5, but her clothes, and the look of determination and leadership, made her look as if she were 16 or 17. When she spoke, she had a thick southern accent, although she spoke partially in French:
"Maman, can you fix two cups of coffee for us, s'il vous plait?"
"Bebe, you know how hyper you get on it."
"But it's good!"
"No, but I will fix you some hot chocolate, D'accord?"
"Fine." she said, sounding reluctant.
The woman had nodded and turned back to the food she had been cooking, which smelled so good, that if I'd had a stomach, it would have growled. And that's when I'd woken up.
Random huh?
The second dream, which was on the plane to Alabama, had been the same. A random dream that shouldn't have scared me, but did. The only difference between the first and second dream was that, in the second dream, a female's voice had echoed in my mind:
"You will be the one to guide them to her..."
"Jason, are you OK?"
I was jerked out of my thoughts by Annabeth, and I realized I had walked to a sign that said:
Oak Acres of Mobile: Come on in!
I felt my stomach jump, but I walked over to them, who were on the other side of the gate, and said, after a deep breath:
"Let's go."
I hope you enjoyed it! I write only for y'allz enjoyment!
**I know your probably wondering: "Why Alabama?" The answer: Alabama is one of those "fly over" states that's not as well known as, say, Kentucky or Tennessee, so I figured it should have SOMETHING, you know?
I know you guys are thinking: "Evy, when are you EVER going to introduce Percy's sister. We are tired of waiting!" Well, don't worry. The wait is for a reason. (And it's not to drive you all nuts! XD)
Well, bye guys! :D