Chapter 1
I was sitting in science class in Goode High School, thanks to my mom's amazing husband Paul Blofis, when I first saw her face. I was facing the teacher but my mind was focusing on more important things.
I was thinking about my, in two months, wife, Annabeth. My future mother-in-law, Athena, agreed to do the ceremony. After, she sent the entire amount owl's in New York after I asked her daughter to marry me. I only got to see Annabeth on every odd Tuesday because after two years she was still drawing up plans for Olympus.
I also was thinking of my best friend Grover. Right now he was in Canada with his wife Juniper, and a large brigade of nymphs who finally believe that, The Lord of The Wild, Pan, was dead.
Mostly on my mind was my friend, Rachel Elizabeth Dare. She recently found out that she wasn't just a human that could see through the mist but was actually, to Annabeth's dismay, a daughter of Athena. I wondered if she was doing any good at sword play.
"Isn't that right, Percy Jackson?"
I snapped my head up bringing my thoughts to an abrupt stop.
"Yes, Mr. Carmaker." He pursed his lips but thankfully didn't continue anymore. I raised my head to the window.
That's when I saw her face. I stood up, face, tight like stone. "You," I snarled at the ugly face.
"Mr. Jackson, would you kindly tell me why you yelling at the window."
I ignored the teacher and ran out of the heavy door to the hallway.. I walked down the white tiled hallway and pulled myself into the bathroom. I went straight to the first stall in there.
I pulled two items from my pockets.
First, I pulled out my cell phone from my left pocket. Normally, a demigod didn't use a cell phone because it was like giant beacons, signaling to all monsters, telling you were you are. Second, I pulled out a bronze pen, out of my right pocket, that I didn't uncap.
I dialed the number to Camp-Halfblood. Someone answered on the second ring. I frowned as the voice of my least favorite person came across the phone.
"Yes," said the dry, boring voice of, The Wine God, Dionysus.
"Mr. D," I said, in what I hoped was a nice and calm voice. "I need to speak to Chiron."
"Well, well, Pedro Johansson. What should I tell him and do I have a good reason?"
"Tell him Percy Jackson needs to talk to him."
The sigh he let out sent a roll of static across the phone. "I don't feel like arguing with you today Perry. So I'll put you through to him."
I glanced nervously around me, looking at the writing on the stall wall. I held the bronze pen tightly.
"Yes, Percy." Hearing the voice of my mentor Chiron gave me a reassured feeling. Then I remembered the problem at hand.
"Chiron, I saw a Fury through the window today."
He paused, but only momentarily. "What?"
"I saw Ms. Dodd the same one from sixth grade."
"Oh great gods, Alecto, the worst of all Furies. Did she say anything to you?"
"No," I said answering his unusual question.
He pulled in a deep breath. "Percy, listen to me. Ask no questions and do what I say, I fear that the prophcy is starting to come true. Go to the Empire State Building. Call Annabeth and have her meet you at the bottom. Go to you mom make sure she is safe. Ask no questions and bring them to both to the camp. I'll let your mom through."
He hung up the phone. I set stunned. Chiron had just asked me to use a phone. He knew how dangerous it was for me to use a phone. I was the son of Poseidon. Every monster in the underworld and above wanted my blood. I stood staring at the phone I had just been talking to. It took me a few moments to remember my fiancé's number. I dialed her complex Olympian cell phone number; she answered on the first ring. Her voice was so clear it was like she was standing next to me. That was the good thing about the mountain. You always had great reception.
"Percy, I'm working you know you not supposed to call. What do you want." Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realized that she hadn't called me seaweed brain, a perk of her loving me, the name calling had stopped..
"Annabeth, meet me at the bottom of Empire State Building. Chiron told me." I said answering her unsaid question. "I've got some news for you."
"Honey, speaking of news I have some for you, too."
"I'm sorry Annabeth but it'll have to wait."
Then I uncapped my sword bronze sword. It extended majestically in the stall almost taking out a wall.
I opened the door and ran back out of there. A boy washing his hands looked up to see who was running. When he saw me his eyes widened but he went back to washing his hands, his face slightly red.
I had no clue what he saw but I sent a silent prayer up to the gods for the mist. I ran out of the front of the school and set out of the school on the way to the Empire State Building.