The Seven: Switched

New Powers

The knife barely grazed my skin, all thanks to Piper. I hardly knew it was her, but she looked exactly like me. Her hair grew out, became a lighter color (not exactly blond but almost spot-on), and her clothes changed to my clothes.

Anyway, she jumped on Frank, and he stumbled, therefore the knife hardly touched me. It was amazing.

I mouthed a silent "Thank you!" to Piper and started attacking Frank with my hand. Notice I said hand, not hands. I was not using that wounded shoulder at all.

But before I knew it, Piper collapsed on the floor, with what looked like a serious case of dead.

And being the wimp that I was (don't tell Percy), I ran for protection and got the rest of me out of there.

*****

A little while later, I found the rest of the seven. Jason, which was the only one left, was drawing on his hand with a marker (only the gods know where he got that).

He looked up at me with Percy's eyes, miserable and devastated. I don't know what spell was pushed in his face, but he seemed like a small fraction of his former self.

"Annabeth," he cried, "I don't know what is wrong with me, but I'm a coward now. I've tried fighting, but I back up and run away as soon as a weapon is drawn."

"Listen, Jason, I think I know what's wrong here," I soothed. Did this part of whatever I did sound like an Athena moment or what?

"You do?" he gasped, obviously amazed.

"Yeah, I do. I think Magic's Daughter put a spell on you, like she did with me," I pointed to my hair, "and now you are scared about everything, otherwise known as paranoid."

"But, you look the same to me. I don't see a difference," Jason declared.

My eyes widened. Did Jason have a good power that Magic's Daughter gave us? This could totally work out!

"Let's test this out," the scientist in me explained. "You need to see someone, and you need to tell me who they are."

"No fighting?" he whimpered.

"No fighting," I assured him.

We walked down the hallway and we soon found Hazel, but I knew it was Hazel because she was still in that limp position.

"Oh my gods! This is Hazel!" Jason informed already old information. "And she's in a coma!"

Now that was news.

"How do you know that she's in a coma?" I asked.

"I don't know how. I just know," Jason answered. Boy, this was getting interesting and complicated.

But don't ever think that I can't handle complicated.

Jason picked her up, but then collapsed under her weight.

"I guess I'm fragile, too," Jason whispered.