Mortals Meet Percabeth

Rowyn Wood

A/N I just realized I haven't done a boy in a long time. I mean, I did Mr. Chase, but that was more Annabeth's whole step-family. The next chapter will be a boy I guess. Anyway, read on. Oh, by the way, this is a no-mist thing. Gaea's "dying" wish took away the mist, mortals can see stuff, etc. etc.

I am currently being subjected to torture. And my parents don't even care. They support it. I don't even get a break from the torture on weekends anymore. No, it carries over and I must endure it each day of the week. My best friend, Christina, says I'm over reacting (she tends to say whatever is on her mind) but honestly, who wouldn't react like me. School is legit torture. And now that I'm in high school, we have homework for the weekends too! Terrible. 

As a matter of fact, I'm doing homework right now, and I hate it. I'm dying. My poor mind can't take anymore of this crap. I sigh and push away my math textbook. "I can't do this anymore," I mutter as I stand to get a drink from the kitchen. 

I especially can't focus on homework because of the fact that THE GODS ARE FREAKING REAL AND SO ARE MONSTERS AND GODCHILDS THAT ARE HALF MORTAL!!!!!!

Did I not mention that before? Well, yeah. I think the godchilds are actually called demigods, but godchilds has a better ring to it, don't you think? Anyway. I don't know how they expect me to do math when the gods (and goddesses) just revealed themselves and announced they were going to "be around" to answer questions, whatever that means. Maybe they're undercover! Wait.........WHAT IF MY WEIRD NEIGHBOUR THAT MOVED IN YESTERDAY IS ONE OF THEM IN DISGUISE!!!!!! Except he smells kinda like feet..............I don't think one of the gods would do that.......... whatever.

-----Ava will take you to the next day, which is a Sunday, where Rowyn is still procrastinating on her math homework, this time by dragging her friend Christina away from her homework to go on a walk-----

"But Rowyn, I'm trying to work!" My best friend whines.

"So what, Chrissy? I'm trying to procrastinate on my work. Besides, I saw you. You were dying in there trying to do your homework."

"Yeah, but I'm almost done!"

"So finish tonight. Now, onto important things. What do you think the gods meant when they said they're going to 'be around'? Do you think my new neighbour is a god in disguise?" I demand.

"Ro, what the heck? He smells like feet, not to mention we heard him saying that the gods are a just a ploy by the government." Christina replies.

"Yeah, I guess..." I answer. "But seriously, how do people think that? What government arranged it then? The government of the world? Because I happen to know that the entire world heard the announcement, sooooooo........"

"I don't know. Just ignore the conspiracy theorists. In the mean time............it's June! Old School Ice Cream is open!" (A/N No idea if that's a real place or not, but whatever.)

I stop in my tracks. "I forgot about that!! Let's go!"

We run down the street laughing, the incessant work flow from school forgotten for the moment. Once we have our ice cream - chocolate raspberry for Chrissy and rootbeer for me, like always - we go to our favourite bench in the park to eat it. We're just doing our thing, being weirdoes like usual, when ten kids from around fourteen to eighteen, if I had to guess show up, holding glowing weapons. Well. Not all of them had glowing weapons. One of them is holding fireballs (how do even hold fire?!). One of them, a boy wearing a skull shirt, has a sword that is sucking the light out of the air. Not exactly glowing. They don't seem to notice us, and one of them, a boy with shaggy blond hair and blue eyes speaks up, apparently talking to the Skull Boy. "Neeks, I told you not to use your underworldy magic!"

Skull Boy - Neeks? - replies. "I mean, I kind of just saved our lives, but you know, keep talking."

Another one, with black hair and sea green eyes, who has the body of a surfer interjects his two cents into the conversation. "You know we're still about to die. The chimera, four hellhounds, and the chimeras crazy anteater mother are all out to kill us."

A girl with curly blond hair smacks Surfer Boy on the arm. "Honestly, Percy, we talked about this on our first quest. The anteater is named after her, not the other way around!"

'Percy' shrugs. "You expect me to remember something from when we were twelve?"

"Not to interrupt," a girl with choppy brown hair with a feather in it says, "But I'm shouldn't we be focusing on trying not to die?"

"Beauty Queen has a point," a scrawny kid, the one with flaming hands says. "We should probably kill the monsters trying to kill us before they succeed in killing us because we didn't kill them fast enough, because I don't want to die yet What would the ladies do without me?" 

A girl with caramel coloured hair sighs at this. "Can we focus please, Leo?"

He shrugs. "I'm just saying, all da ladies luv Leo."

Just then, four huge black dogs, a weird thing that's part lion, part goat, and part... I think part dragon, along with a weird looking lady encouraging the hybrid burst into the clearing. Chrissy and I both drop our ice cream. Sad, considering we payed for them with our own money. The ten people - I think they're probably godchilds - fight together like they've been doing it since birth. Before long, the monsters have turned into dust, though all ten of the strangers have a couple of cuts and bruises. They're talking in quiet voices - the only word I caught was "Chiron" when a girl turns around and sees us. Her golden eyes widen and she glances at her friends. "Uh, guys..."

They all turn and look at us, and I can't hold it in anymore. "YOU GUYS ARE IN REAL LIFE GODCHILDS!!!!!!!!!" 

They just stare at me until Christina speaks up. "That's what she calls demigods. You guys are demigods, right?"

The girl with blond hair nods, and they introduce themselves. "Okay, let's see if this is right," I say. "Annabeth, Hazel, Percy, Frank, Leo, Will, Nico, Calypso, Jason, and Piper." They each nod as I say their name.

We make small talk for a bit, and they answer the few burning questions. For instance: If you're a godchild, are you're children godgrandchilds or are they smallgodchilds? That one didn't get an answer. After a while, the godchilds have to leave, and Chrissy makes me go home and do my homework. Best friends. Ugh. Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em. All in all, it was a pretty good day. Except for dropping my first Old School Ice Cream cone of the year. That was truly a tragedy.

A/N Not that much Percabeth, but whatever. Mkay. Nothing else to say. Bye.

~Skate