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Annabeth and Jason sit in the kitchen, her polishing her knife and him pouring cereal into a bowl. He takes a bite. Annabeth looks up and wrinkles her nose. How he can eat that sickeningly sweet stuff, she has no idea.     "I talked to Reyna last night," Jason says, his voice echoing around the mostly empty kitchen. Everyone else is still in bed or showering, even Coach Hedge.      "Hmm?" Annabeth's hands stop moving over the blade, and she glances at him.     "She didn't have any updates," Jason continues, "They're still in the same area, moving at the same pace. But she seemed really…I don't know. Odd. I mean, she wouldn't meet m

It was around seven o'clock when Percy came home from work that night, opening the door to their shared apartment to hear the news blaring on the television and clanging noises coming from the kitchen. His brow furrowed, confused, as he made his way down the hallway towards the sounds. Sure enough, there was Annabeth, tossing things into pots and adjusting flames and looking a little bit overwhelmed. She turned to face Percy, leaning back against the countertop. "Hey," she greeted him simply, glancing at the stove and lowering the flame of the water that she had brought to a boil, watching intently as its bubbling receded. "Hey," Percy gree

A giant figure loomed in the horizon, growling and huffing menacingly at his offenders, who just so happened to be the oh so unlucky pair, Reyna and Leo. How they had ended up in the same place, neither of them were sure, but what they did know was that they would have to be ready to fight, because this thing didn't look like it was planning on giving up its attack on the city anytime soon. Reyna grazed Scipio's side tentatively with her fingertips, and the horse trembled in unease beneath her touch. The Roman girl stiffened, shooting a nervous glance at Leo, the boy who she barely knew after hanging out for a few days, yet who seemed to be