Percy Saga

Percy slowly pulled the کشتی into Circe's resort's dock, but there was a strange force pulling it back out again. He furrowed his brow in confusion. "It's not my father controlling the boat...I could be able to sense it. But it's not Circe یا some other sinister force."
"Maybe it's another god trying to help us," I suggested.
"That usually doesn't happen," کہا Annabeth. "Only when they want something do they ever intervene- which they're not supposed to do anyway."
Percy agreed. "Apollo helped us on a quest about his sister Artemis, Hermes helped us on a quest where we would face his son, Luke....

The scream wasn't high-pitched, so I could tell it was a guy's scream. We all ran forward, Percy unsheathing his sword, Annabeth pulling her shield off her back and unstrapping a dagger I hadn't noticed before. I went slower, since I didn't know where my staff was. At the سب, سب سے اوپر of the hill, a guy with dirty blond hair was stumbling backwards, holding a carving knife. An army of monsters followed him- dozens, maybe over a hundred. A few members of the leigon were demigods, none wearing the مالٹا, نارنگی shirts. They held flags, some with a strange symbol I didn't recognize, and some were the T-shirts...

ارے PJO FANS!!!! So, it’s that special time of the year, آپ all know what I mean. What آپ don’t? Well then I’ll tell you. It’s all of our favourite author’s B-day!!! ...Or at least it was when I started writing this...HAPPY BILATED BIRTHDAY RICK!!! So in his honour, I decided to post a fanfic after so many years. That’s why I’m currently sitting in front of computer in a CH-B T-shirt, jeans and sneakers drinking blue لیمونیڈ, لمنڈ (Go food colouring ^.^). This story (hopefully only this chapter) is co-authored with my friend skinneyjeans112. Please read her stories! Anyways, ENJOY!!!!!...

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(Annabeth)
I carefully drew a topography map of the CTF area. I drew in the positions where defenses should be made and where our attacking lines will head. I stood up from the lunch میز, جدول holding my well designed map. I brought it to the ever waiting میز, جدول of Head کیبن Mates. I put it down in the center for it to immediately be taken سے طرف کی Travis. "What are these squiggly lines?" Travis asked while pointing at the elevation lines. I did a facepalm. After twenty منٹ I had finally explained my plan to everyone and they had a loose understanding...

I sigh, and put down my sword. I'm in the arena, practicing with my new wand/sword, but I've run out of dummies to obliterate. Of course, I could repair them with magic, but I'm getting tired of practice. I fix the dummies with a snap of my fingers (my left hand, always my left hand) and sheath my sword, called "Magissa", the Greek word for sorceress. I named it myself, very creatively, since its core is the ash-wood wand I've used since before I can remember.
Excuse me, where are my manners? I'm Darcy, Darcy Edwards. No, I'm not British, but my mother is and I inherited the accent. Yes, I am...