𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒍 - 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒚 𝒋𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒙 𝒐𝒄

✯¸.•'*¨'*• 𝑻𝑾𝑶 •*'¨*'•.¸✯

Annabeth and Phoenix was waiting for Percy and Tyson in an alley down Church Street. 

Annabeth pulled Tyson and Percy off the sidewalk into the alley with Phoenix just as a fire truck screamed past, heading for Meriwether Prep.

"Hey guys," Percy smiled he really looked at Phoenix for the first time to see she had changed. "You look different."

"Thank you?" Phoenix replied not knowing if it was a compliment. "Silena made me her muse," She explained with an eye roll. "She is trying 'new things' one me."

Phoenix had grown her blonde hair past her shoulders rather then the chop right above her shoulders. She wore a small, sharp eyeliner wing and little rhinestones in the inner corner of her eyes.

"Your hair is glittery," Percy noticed.

"It's something Silena called tinsel, it is like hair extensions that make your hair sparkly."

Percy looked at Phoenix's outfit. She wore a white T-shirt with a pair of light blue overalls and a blue hoodie.

"That's my hoodie," Percy said.

"Finder's keepers," Phoenix smiled. 

"Okay..." Percy sighed. "Well-"

"Where'd you find him?" Annabeth demanded, pointing at Tyson.

Now, under different circumstances, Percy would've been really happy to see Phoenix and Annabeth.

They'd made their peace last summer, despite the fact that Annabeth's mom was Athena and didn't get along with Percy's dad. 

Percy'd missed Phoenix probably more than he wanted to admit. But he'd just been attacked by cannibal giants, Tyson had saved his life three or four times, and all Annabeth could do was glare at him like he was the problem.

"He's my friend," Percy told her.

"Is he homeless?"

"What does that have to do with anything? He can hear you, you know. Why don't you ask him?"

Phoenix looked surprised. "He can talk?"

"I talk," Tyson admitted. "You are pretty."

"Ah! Gross!" Annabeth stepped away from him.

Percy couldn't believe she was being so rude. Percy examined Tyson's hands, which Percy was sure must've been badly scorched by the flaming dodgeballs, but they looked fine – grimy and scarred, with dirty fingernails the size of potato chips –but they always looked like that. 

"Tyson," Percy said in disbelief. "Your hands aren'teven burned."

"Of course not," Annabeth muttered. "I'm surprised the Laistrygonians had the guts to attack you with him around."

Tyson seemed fascinated by Phoenix's sparkly golden strands of hair that reflected off of the sun. He tried to touch it, but Annabeth smacked his hand away.

"Annabeth," Percy said, "what are you talking about? Laistry-what?"

"Laistrygonians. The monsters in the gym. They're a race of giant cannibals who live in the far north. Odysseus ran into them once, but I've never seen them as far south as New York before."

"Laistry – I can't even say that. What would you call them in English?"

She thought about it for a moment. 

"Canadians," Phoenix decided. "Now come on, we have to get out of here."

"The police'll be after me."