Percy Jackson and The Lightning Thief narrated from Annabeth's point of view. What was happening in her head during the adventures they had? What did she think of Percy? Read about the adventures of Percy, Annabeth and Grover shared in this story.
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I chose a few important things to take with me. An extra change of clothes, a toothbrush, my Yankees cap, of course, a book on famous classical architecture, written in Ancient Greek, to read whenever I got bored, and a long bronze knife that I would hide in my shirt sleeve. In the camp store, Percy was loaned one hundred dollars in mortal money and twenty golden drachmas. The ancient mortal drachmas had been silver, Chiron told us, but Olympians never used less than pure gold. Chiron said the coins might come in handy for non-mortal transactions which, unfortunately, we're going to need more than I'd prefer.
He also gave both of us a canteen of nectar and a Ziploc bag full of ambrosia squares to be used only in emergencies, if we were seriously hurt. It was god food, Chiron reminded us. It would cure us of almost any injury, but it was lethal to mortals. Too much of it would make a half-blood very, very feverish. An overdose would burn us up, literally.
Percy brought with him only the basics and decided to leave the minotaur horn at camp. Grover on the other hand, wore his fake feet and his pants to pass as human. He wore a green rasta-style cap, because when it rained his curly hair flattened and you could just see the tips of his horns. His bright orange backpack was full of scrap metal and apples to snack on. In his pocket was a set of reed pipes his daddy goat had carved for him, even though he only knew two songs, which sounded pretty bad on reed pipes. We waved good-bye to the other campers, took one last look at the strawberry fields, the ocean, and the Big House, then hiked up Half-Blood Hill to the tall pine tree that used to be Thalia, daughter of Zeus. Hopefully, being the last thing we saw before leaving camp meant that we would do better.
Chiron was waiting for us in his wheelchair. Next to him stood Argus, the camp's head of security, which made sense considering the fact that he had eyes all over his body. This time he was wearing a chauffeur's uniform which covered most of them. "This is Argus," Chiron told Percy. "He will drive you into the city, and, er, well, keep an eye on things."
I heard footsteps behind us. Luke came running up the hill, carrying his pair of basketball shoes, catching us all by surprise.
"Hey!" he panted. "Glad I caught you."
Percy glanced at me, and I quickly changed my expression, trying to hide my wide smile, even though I could feel my cheeks get warm.
"Just wanted to say good luck," Luke told Percy mainly. "And I thought . . . um, maybe you could use these."
Luke handed him the sneakers and said, "Maia!"
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White bird's wings sprouted out of the heels, startling Percy so bad, he dropped them. I bit my lip so as to not laugh. The shoes flapped around on the ground until the wings folded up and disappeared.
"Awesome!" Grover said.
Luke smiled. "Those served me well when I was on my quest. Gift from Dad. Of course, I don't use them much these days. . . ." His expression turned sad.
