Chapter 4

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Annabeth
(A/N Yes, that Annabeth )

Reyna, Percy, Nico, and Annabeth were talking when a snap of a twig came from a clump of bushes nearby.

Nico drew his Stygian Iron sword while Percy uncapped Riptide. Annabeth approached the bush slowly, then she uncovered the leaves to reveal a terror-stricken girl.

"Wait!" Annabeth told the boys. "Put up your swords! Its just a girl!"

The poor girl was so thin, she looked completly starved. She looked about 14, and had torn, dirty, strawberry red hair clumped with mud and sticks. Her clothes were torn and ragged. Her sharp honey-golden eyes reminded Annabeth of a cornered animal. The girl's freckled skin was streaked with mud, cuts, bruises, and what looked like fresh blood. She also had a backpack nearby.

"Wow." Percy said when he saw her. "She looks worse than Ella the harpy when we first met her."

"Percy!" Annabeth hissed.

Reyna glared at Percy, but her expression softened when she saw the girl. "It's ok, we won't hurt you."

The girl's eye's flashed. "Get him to put away his sword, then!"

Annabeth flinched. "You can see it?" She asked, shocked.

The girl nodded. "Yes. Like you've got a bone sword, and she's got a gold one." The girl pointed to Reyna. "And he has a cold black one." She pointed at Nico.

Nico looked a bit stunned. "I think we have a demigod." He smiled.

Annabeth looked curiously at the girl. "How did you find us?"

"Um... Well, i don't know." The girl said. "I've been following this strange feeling and it led me to you."

Reyna shot Annabeth a glance. They both knew the girl wasn't telling them everthing.

Reyna decided to ignore it for now. "It doesn't matter. What matters is that we get you to camp."

"I'm Sierra, by the way." The girl said. She glanced at her painfully thin structure. "Do you guys have any food? That other stuff is too dangerous as food."

Percy raised an eyebrow. "What other stuff?"

Sierra grabbed a package of Ambrosia from her backpack. "This."

Annabeth felt a stir of alarm. "Where did you get that?" She stiffened.

*TO BE CONTINUED*

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