Chapter 5

Laila's P.O.V.

Her head was spinning. Every bone in her body hurt, and all she could see were dark, purple dots. As she started to feel her hands, she Heard voices. They were coming from directly in front of her, but she couldn't move.

'…don't think that's it. Demeter wouldn't have brought them here if they were mere mortals.' A femenin voice said. A male one answered:

'Well, I'm pretty sure they wouldn't have been able to pass throught Thalia's pine's barrier without the goddesses help.'

Next to Laila, something moved, and both voices stayed quiet for a couple of seconds. Then the girl talked again:

'She's moving'

Laila was starting to recover her sight. She could see the speakers now. The boy had nice black hair blown up to the side. His sea-green eyes sparked with happiness and every other part of his face smiled. He was holding hands with the girl.

She had blonde, long hair like most of the girls in Laila's class. All of them were pretty dumb. But this girl didn't look dumb. Her stormy-gray eyes were constantly moving, as if expecting someone to attack. Sadly, after what had happened in the last days _had it already been days?_ Laila believed the blonde girl had a good reason to do it.

As she watched, the boy rolled his eyes.

'And you say you're a daughter of Athena.'

She pushed him gently away:

'Shut up'

That's when someone stood up at Laila's left, which caused someone on Laila's right to scream and Laila to open he reyes up and grab the bed sheets so hard she got her legs pinned on them and fell to the floor.

Michelle's P.O.V.

She had stood up as son as her body obeyed her. She had been an hour awake before that happened, but as son as she did it, chaos exploted in the room. She Heard screaming and someone falling to the floor. Then her two favourite heros came forward to help them.

She had recognised them as son as she saw them. How could she not? They had been her favourite fictional couple since she was twelve. And that was to say… three years ago.

Percy was just as Viria had drown him, tall and handsome, yet suspicious to anybody who wanted to keep their safety. He was perfect.

Then there was Annabeth, with her blonde hair and her smug smile she was beautiful. Not Aphrodity beautiful, but still. Michelle's bigest dream had come true.