Riverdalerider99: and now for the disclaimer!
Nora: do we really have to do this?
Riverdalerider99: we have to, do you want my story to be deleted?
Riverdalerider99: oh, shut up!
Leo Valdez: fine, I'll do it! Jeez. Riverdalerider99 owns nothing.
All rights go to Rick Riordan and J.K. Rowling.
(Meanwhile, Nora and Riverdalerider99 have been mentally wrestling)
Riverdalerider99, trying to keep Nora from pinning her: thank you! Flame on!
Flames accepted, but note I will use Leo as a shield.
I wake up early, enjoying the snow and blue-gray walls. I read for a
while (yes, I am probably the only demigod without dyslexia, but I'm
the daughter of a minor goddess, so maybe that's why). I seriously
love the PJO series, so maybe I'll share them with Percy someday.
When a decent hour arrives, I follow the instructions on the sheet of
paper I found outside my door this morning, along with a trunk. It
says to pack leather armor, and around five sets of mortal clothes. It
also says the trunks will be magically transported, so we don't have
to lug them around the airport.
We all gather by Thalia's Pine around 8:00, after breakfast. Chiron
was there, and he had six boxes, and a small slip of paper. Once
everyone was there, he started handing out the boxes.
"Percy, your wand is Cedar and the core is a Pegasus feather, 11 1/2
inches, and it's slightly flexible. Annabeth, your wand is Beech and
the core is an owl feather, 12 3/4 inches, and it's swishy. Nico, your
wand is Ebony and the core is a Thestral scale, it's 13 5/9 inches,
and it's unyielding. Jacqueline, your wand is English oak with the
core of a golden bowstring, it's 12 inches, and temperamental. Jenna,
your wand is Dogwood and molten Celestial Bronze, it's 11 inches, and
is flexible. Nora, your wand is Chestnut and Hyperborean giant's hair,
it's 13 inches, and unyielding."
I look at my wand. It's basically a stick with a handle. The pamphlet
said Hecate temporarily blessed us so we could do magic at the same
level as the wizards. The closer the quest gets, the more excited I
Argus drives us to the airport, and the drive is sooo long, it's
torture. I don't know how we'll all survive on the 6 hour plane
We have almost no trouble at security, though they thought Annabeth's
dagger was a pen and made her send it though the machine. When we get
to the gate, we have some time, so the boys decide to get some food.
Sooner than we expected, they call our flight, and we end up having to
page the boys, which is dangerous because any PJO fans will look up at
the names, and monsters will know where we are. They come a few
minutes before they close the gate, panting.
I was sitting between Jenna and Annabeth. The moment we took off, I
started praying to Zeus. Aeolus and Boreas can't blast me out of the
sky if Zeus won't let them, right?
I was so nervous, I conked out two hours in. Then came a demigod
dream. Hate them.
I was at Olympus, and Aeolus was there, arguing with Zeus. From what I
could gather, Aeolus wanted to blast the plane out of the sky, but
Zeus was saying it would make the other Olympians angry, because he
broke his word. It makes me so warm and fuzzy to know Zeus doesn't
give a damn about me, but he's just worried about his self image.
I woke up in time for the landing, praying just as hard as before.
Judging from my dream, I wasn't going to get blasted out of the sky,
but I wasn't taking any chances. The gods go back on their word a lot.
We landed safely, and I swore to the gods I would burn extra food at
the next chance I had.
According to Annabeth, we were staying with a family called the
Weasleys, which I had mistaken for weasels the first time I heard it.
(A/N, I know this is really cliché, but I had to do it :P)
Then I saw a red-headed man holding a hand-printed sign that said,
"American Transfer Students."
"There." I said, walking forward confidently.
"Uh, Nora, we don't know what that sign says." Percy told me.
I face-palmed. Sometimes, being the only non-dyslexic demigod can be
really tiring. No one trusts my judgement.
"Dude, I'm not dyslexic. It says 'American Transfer Students.' I guess
he doesn't want to raise suspicion, especially after the b-never
mind." (A/N, Percy, Annabeth, and Nico don't know about the books.
Nora is waiting until the right to tell them. I'm leading you up to a
fan fiction I'm going to write after this.)
"After the what?"
"Not important. The important thing is that they can't know who we
are. The only people who know are the teachers, Dumbledore, and the
adult Weasleys. No one else can now until we are ready."
It killed me that no one knew when the quest would end, so the next
time I would see my friends could be in two years, or never again. I'm
starting to realize what Percy realized during his first quest: quests
are not as fun as they seem from the outside.
We all seem to realize we've been standing still at the same time, and
Plz no flames about the wand woods, I spent like 30 mins finding the
perfect woods that match the character's characteristics from