━━ ❝ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 to shine like a star you must burn
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[ i. completed / edited
ii. previously called folklore
iii. extended summary inside
iv. book 1 of the greek tragedy series ]
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CASSIE AND ANNABETH WERE waiting for Percy and Tyson in an alley down Church Street. Annabeth pulled Tyson and Percy off the sidewalk just as a fire truck screamed past, heading for Meriwether Prep.
"Where'd you find him?" The blonde demanded, pointing at Tyson.
Cassie didn't say anything, she understood why the blonde hated the cyclops, and Annabeth wasn't being mean.
Percy didn't seem happy about Annabeth's reaction to Tyson. He looked at Cassie- trying to see her reaction of Tyson too.
"He's my friend," Percy told her.
"Is he homeless?"
Cassie blinked. "Annie-"
"What does that have to do with anything? He can hear you, you know. Why don't you ask him?" Percy interrupted.
She looked surprised. "He can talk?"
"I talk," Tyson admitted. "You are pretty."
"Ah! Gross!" Annabeth stepped away from him. Tyson turned to Cassie. "You're pretty too." He smiled- kind of like a child. "Pretty girl."
Cassie smiled earning a glare from Annabeth. "Aw, thanks Tyson." She smiled at him.
Percy looked at Tyson's hands.
"Tyson," Percy said in disbelief. "Your hands aren't even burned."
"Of course not." Annabeth muttered. "I'm surprised the Laistrygonians had the guts to attack you with him around."
Tyson seemed enthralled by Cassie's butterfly pin, she handed it to him with a smile. He played with the clip with a goofy smile.
"What are you talking about? Laistry-what?"
Cassie pinned her clip in her hair again. "Laist-whatever. The monsters in the gym. They're a race of giant cannibals who live in the far north." She explained to Percy,
"Laistry—I can't even say that. What would you call them in English?"
"Canadians," Annabeth decided. "Now come on,we have to get out of here."
"The police'll be after me."
"That's the least of our problems," Cassie said. "There's trouble at camp."
"My mom was saying the same thing! But what kind of trouble?"
Cassie bit her lip, the problems at camp were too big to talk about them there. "Not here, have you been under attack lately?"
Percy shook his head. "None all year ... until today."
"None? But how ..." Her eyes drifted to Tyson. "Oh."
"What do you mean, "oh?"
Tyson raised his hand like he was still in class. "Canadians in the gym called Percy something ... Son of the Sea God?"
