Alex Focker: Dude! You, sir, are inspiring. You are one of the reasons why I do what I do and enjoy it so much. Thank you for your kind and inspiring words. And I agree, Percy Jackson stories are getting dull and boring, so hard to find good ones these days. Anyway this chapter is dedicated to you, though I can't promise an update every time I get asked for one. Warning the chapter is short, I didn't have anything else to write for this part.
Annabeth Can Go The Distance
Annabeth stood in the Principia all alone. She doesn't know how long it had been since Reyna left her with a promise to send Frank and Hazel in to help her on her way to Alaska.
Annabeth didn't really know what was going through her head when someone had knocked on the door. She looked over as the door opened. Frank and Hazel stood there smiling, Frank uncomfortable and Hazel a little shy.
"Reyna told us to give this to you." Frank started, showing Annabeth a backpack. It took her a moment, but it was her backpack! The one she had lost when she fell into the camp.
She step forward, taking her bag back. "Thanks." She said quietly, still processing what had happened during that so called 'leaders meeting.'
"And we're here to take you to the entrance. You can get to where you need to go from there." Hazel finished.
Annabeth nodded. "Alright, let's go."
The way back to the river was a silent and a slightly awkward one. Annabeth figured it mostly came from the other two she was with.
There was some unresolved tension between them, it let Annabeth think things over while they had a nonverbal conversation.
The prophecy was clear until the end. Annabeth didn't want to think about the prophecy too much, so her mind wandered off onto the conversation before in the Principia with Reyna and Perseus.
How would they wing against Gaea? Was Perseus right when he said that only a god and demigod working together can defeat a giant? How did Perseus even know that? Was he telling the truth? Of course Reyna did say he was telling the truth, but who was he? Is he? Could he really be trustworthy?
So many questions and each go back to the same thing, Perseus. Annabeth knew what the name meant in Greek. The stories of the son of Zeus didn't match up to the meaning, though you can never rely too much on the truth of the stories.
Before her mind could continue on that certain subject, Frank and Hazel stopped. Annabeth looked to where they were looking. She blinked. On their side of the Little Tiber was a pitch black horse, saddled and ready for a long trip.
"The horse was brought here by a mutual friend." Reyna's voice sounded behind the group of three.
Annabeth sighed. "Is riding a horse a good idea for me?" She murmured quietly to herself.
Reyna heard her. "He assured you, the horse will take you to Alaska in one piece, his words."
Annabeth nodded. She moved towards the horse, hand out. With luck the same trick they use with the pegasi will work with this horse. "Name?" She asked, not wanting to mess up the gender. That wouldn't end well.
Luckily Reyna knew what she was talking about. "His name is Shadow. Don't ask me why."
Annabeth smiled at the name, then she started laughing when he nuzzled her hand. Feeling a lot more confident with Shadow, Annabeth quickly lifted herself up and around onto the saddle.
Shadow stayed still when she did it, he only moved when she brought up the reigns. He pranced, getting ready to go.
Knowing he was getting ready, she turned to the gathered Romans. "Thanks for everything." She looked at Reyna. "We can talk more later."
With that, Shadow moved. Taking off and jumping over the river, running into the dark tunnel.
~MsPenguingirl1234.
Published: November 1, 2017.