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Chapter One

Sadie POV

Amos was going out for the first time in like, forever, and he just wouldn't stop lecturing us about how NOT to go to Manhattan. "Okay guys, so I'm gonna go now; just make sure, that whatever you do, you do NOT go to Manhattan," Amos said one last time. I waved. "Okay, bye," I told him. He took a deep breath. "Okay. Bye," Amos said and finally left. Carter turned to me. "So, what do we do now?" he asked. "Have you learned nothing from the library incident?" I asked my idiot brother. "Isn't it obvious? We go to Manhattan!" Carter looked confused. "But….Amos just said not to." I blinked. "Exactly." Carter didn't seem to get it. Poor underprivileged brother. "Wait, so because Uncle Amos told us not to go to Manhattan, we go to Manhattan?" he asked.

I nodded. "So, are you coming or not?" I asked. Carter thought about it while I waited impatiently. "How about…..no," Carter finally decided. I rolled my eyes. "Fine. But I'm going anyway. So bye." And I left the room. I could tell Carter secretly wanted to come with me though, you know cause I'm totally amazing, but actually I would rather go alone. I'd better get going before he decides to follow, I thought. I left the mansion and counted, 1-2-3. "SADIE! WAIT UP!" Carter called. I rolled my eyes and started walking.

Carter POV

I ran after Sadie before she could get very far, but I decided not to let her see me. She took a public bus and was soon in Manhattan. I could tell she was getting hungry because she was heading to a burger place, but suddenly a boy of about sixteen literally knocked her over. She turned around with fire in her eyes, and I could tell that she was furious. I felt sorry for the boy who bumped into her. She didn't hold back. She lifted her hand and he slammed into a brick wall ten feet away. Around the corner came the largest Chihuahua I had ever seen. The Chihuahua was literally foaming at the mouth.

Sadie snapped her fingers and the Chihuahua snapped in half. The boy's eyes widened and he stared open-mouthed at Sadie. Cruel, I thought. I mean it was rabid, but not exactly evil. Sadie spoke: "So why exactly are you being chased by a minion of Set? Are you a magician? You don't look like you're from the House of Life." "Who's Set?" the boy replied. "Am I a WHAT? The house of who?" Sadie frowned. "You know what? Never mind." Sadie then whipped out her staff (still in ruler form), and held it to the boy's neck. "Tell me your name or I cut off your head," she demanded.

Wow, Sadie, give the dude a break, I thought. I could tell the boy was thinking the same thing. He eyed the ruler in Sadie's hand and observed, "You know, a ruler isn't very threatening." Sadie sighed and expanded the ruler into a ten foot staff. "Neither is a stick," the boy continued. Sadie glared at him and used her magic to lift him into the air. "Now that's a decent threat," the boy said. "Name," Sadie commanded. The boy didn't answer. "Tell me your name or I'll drop you," Sadie growled. "Okay fine. My name is…Peter Johnson," the boy answered. "Really? You don't look like a Peter. You look more like a Percy," Sadie observed. I didn't think so. I thought he looked more like a…..Pepé. Or maybe Harold.

"Psht. No, not Percy. Psht. Psht. Psht. That's just ridiculous," the boy said. "You know what?" Sadie asked. "I don't care what your name is. I'm calling you Percy. And you're buying me a burger." She then dropped him. Ouch, I thought looking away. "What was that for?" Peter asked, rubbing his head. Oh, good, he's not dead, I thought. "There's no other way to get you down," Sadie answered. "Oh," Peter said. "Come on, Percy. There's a burger place up the street."