I wasn't going to post this until later today, but it's up now because I passed 100 reviews! Thank you all for your continued support. This one's for you.
Harry P.O.V.
As soon as the demigods' class was over, Ron, Hermione and I made our way back to the common room. We had a free period before dinner, so we started on the homework Binns had assigned us. Once again, I noticed something was up with Hermione, because it took her a full half an hour to finish her paper, almost as long as Ron and I. As soon as she finished, she pulled out the book she had taken from the library, and Ron and I joined her.
"What are you thinking?" I asked her, staring at the cover. It was brown, with the faint letter on the front. The book looked to be a few years old, not enough to show major damage, just a few signs of wear. Hermione simply shrugged in response to my question, opening the book to a random page.
The name on the page read Iapetus, but it was crossed out. Someone had written Bob on top of the crossed out word. Was it a nickname?
Looking further down the page, I saw comments like: Nice Titan, Underworld Janitor, Looks like Einstein. I had no clue what those words meant, but I remembered Percy saying something about a Titan war during class. I guess they were evil, so why would there be a nice, nicknamed titan? Shrugging the thought aside, I watched as Hermione turned to another page. This one was on Tantalus.
Tantalus had been one of my least favorite myths growing up. He was cursed to stand under a fruit tree and in a lake for the rest of his (after)life, never being able to drink or eat. The note on this page read: A total jerk. Likes Barq's Root Beer, Special Stock, 1967. That confused me. How could a dead guy who wasn't allowed to drink have a favorite drink? And how could the author know what it was? Also, I don't know everything about mythology, but I'm certain that this guy was long dead by 1967. So how could he even know what that root beer tasted like?
Shrugging, I watched as Hermione turned towards the back of the book, stopping on a bright white page that contrasted with the rest of the worn pages. There wasn't an entry on the page, only a few comments.
Seaweed Brain says hi!
Wise Girl says to ignore Seaweed Brain, because his head is full of kelp.
This boy is on FIRE!
Repair Boy, they can't see you.
You're right, Beauty Queen. If they saw me, they'd die from an overload of AWESOMENESS!
Seriously Repair Boy? Don't make me shock you.
NO! SPARKY, I THOUGH YOU WERE MY FRIEND!
Hey, Beast Boy, do the thing.
What thing? Seaweed Brain, you've got to be more specific than that.
The Chinese handcuff thing.
Oh, fine.
For those of you who are reading this, my wonderful boyfriend, a.k.a Beast Boy, just turned into an iguana. It's a long story.
Goldilocks, you know you love me.
And I never said anything otherwise.
Bye readers, we need to go. There's an... incident involving snakes, weasels and a skeleton. Wait, no skeleton this time. Nevermind. Bye.
And with that, Hermione closed the book, all three of us looking as confused as an obliviated Lockhart.
I could almost see the gears turning in Hermione's head as she said, "So, the people who wrote in this book... I'm guessing it's the three Hogwartian demigods. They've had access to it this whole time. Though I don't know why... Also, this part in the back, it's probably written by the new demigods. I heard Annabeth call Percy a Seaweed Brain, and I guess the whole Sparky thing has to do with Jason or Thalia, since their dad is the god of lightning."
I nodded, because it made sense. Then again, it was Hermione talking, so of course it would make sense.
"But why did they make it?" Ron wondered. We sat there until we went to bed, not coming up with any answers to that question.
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Percy P.O.V.
I woke up on Saturday morning worried that I was about to be zapped into oblivion. And it wasn't because I'd had a dream last night. In fact, all of us had had a peaceful, dream-less sleep, no one waking up until 7 the next morning.
I had walked down the stairs and into the common room, to see Piper reading Romeo and Juliet in Greek and Frank writing something in the book.
I might want to explain the book. There was a 'Greek Mythology' book that was kept at CHB, containing all entries on every quest, monster, god, titan, and whatever else exists in our world. The Hephaestus cabin found out how to make duplicates of the book (abridged, of course).
Wait, did I just say - well, think - abridged? I don't even know what that word means! Argh, I've been spending too much time around Annabeth. Though, I wouldn't want it any other way...
Anyway, there were a bunch of extra copies of the book, which we were allowed to take when and wherever we wanted. We had decided to take a copy here.
Although only certain pages appear at certain times, there are always a bunch of empty pages in the back of the book for a new entry. If there was a big threat back at camp, the book would alert us. Somehow, it senses when an event is urgent, much like our emergency door.
Looking over Frank's shoulder, I saw that he was writing on the bottom of our entry from yesterday, the one we had made before the basilisk attack. He was adding a part about Camp Jupiter, explaining how to become a centurion.
In addition to giving us info of threats and monsters, the book also became the instruction manual for surviving at either camp. The book was able to sort itself, so the entry Frank was writing would appear under the Camp Jupiter section next time a book was opened.
And for some reason that thought led me to the one I was sure would get me killed: We hadn't made any offerings during our whole time at Hogwarts! We hadn't sacrificed anything to the gods once!
I blurted out my thought, and Piper and Frank paled.
"We can probably get away with not doing so the first few days, but it's better to be safe than sorry, so we should do it from now on," Piper reasoned. I nodded; as long as we weren't already blasted into oblivion, we were probably good, but there's no harm in doing so.
"Want to go down to breakfast?" I asked them, my stomach rumbling it's answer. They agreed, and Leo, who was coming down the stairs, joined us. On the way to breakfast, we were only attacked by two empousai (Luckily not Kelli), unlike the three or four that usually reached us on the way to and from places. We had discovered that the monsters avoided the wizards, and we assumed that they'd only be attacked if Moldyshorts decided to enlist monsters into his ranks. Which, according to... sources, he was. Oh joy.
Frank talked a little about the entry he made in the book, Leo started singing Let it Go from Frozen, which, ironically, was his second favorite song (behind This Girl is on Fire), and Piper charmspeaked him to sit still, which lasted for about three minutes. By the time the rest of the demigods made it down to breakfast, Leo had switched to building... something. It looked a bit like... oh no. Oh gods no. With that thing, Leo could wreak havoc! It would be chaos! Yet there was no point in taking it away from him, seeing as how he'd just build another one.
Annabeth, not noticing Leo, turned towards Draco, asking what his charm was.
He pulled out a little celestial bronze owl with a ruby laid in its beak, and pressed it.
What is the mystery thing Leo built? And will the wizards find out about the Book? The next chapter will come soon... But if you want it sooner than soon you could leave some words (or even gibberish) in the big boxy thing down here:↘️↘️↘️↘️↘️↘️↘️↘️↘️↘️↘️↘️↘️↘️↘️↘️↘️↘️ It will make me really happy!
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