•||ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴍᴇ||• ᴘᴇʀᴄʏ ᴊᴀᴄᴋꜱᴏɴ & ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʟʏᴍᴘɪᴀɴꜱ x ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ [ʙᴏᴏᴋ 1]

-10- mrs. dodds comes back with her gang

||Full credits to the artist||
(I think the artist is MANDY MMA)

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[F/n's POV]

I decided there wasn't much point in packing. I mean how much of the stuff being packed would be used and actually survive the trip?

But I did end up bringing a few stuff like my book, a pencil (obviously), a water bottle, and Oh! The most important thing; Money.

The camp store loaned me one hundred dollars in mortal money and twenty golden drachmas.

These coins are as big as Girl Scout cookies and have images of various Greek gods stamped on one side and the Empire State Building on the other. The ancients 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—whatever that meant.

He gave Annabeth, Percy and I each a canteen of nectar and a Ziploc bag full of ambrosia squares, to be used only in emergencies, if we were seriously hurt.

I was never really a big fan of ambrosia. Not that it tasted bad or something, it was more like it didn't taste like anything.. you know? It just felt like I was chewing flavorless mud.

I placed everything in the bag which I was bringing, which was a Fanny pack. Look it may not be the most fashionable thing for someone to wear I get that- but you should realize how it allows you to be hands free all the time. Plus it was the only bag I had... Surprisingly everything fit inside.

Annabeth was bringing her magic Yankees cap, which she told me had been a twelfth-birthday present from her mom. She carried a book on famous classical architecture, written in Ancient Greek, to read when she got bored, and a long bronze knife, hidden in her shirt sleeve.

Grover 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: Mozart's Piano Concerto no. 12 and Hilary Duff's "So Yesterday," both of which sounded pretty bad on reed pipes. (Sorry Grover...)

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.

Chiron was waiting for us in his wheelchair. Next to him stood Argus. He supposedly had eyes all over his body so he could never be surprised. Today, though, he was wearing a chauffeur's uniform, so I could only see extra peepers on his hands, face and neck.

"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 a pair of basketball shoes.

"Hey!" he panted. "Glad I caught you."

Annabeth blushed, the way she always did when Luke was around.

"Just wanted to say good luck," Luke told Percy. "And I thought...um, maybe you could use these."

He handed Percy the sneakers, which looked pretty normal.

Luke said, "Maia!"

White bird's wings sprouted out of the heels, startling me so much, Percy dropped them. The shoes flapped around on the ground until the wings folded up and disappeared.