BY fates design

Tales of the past

Annabeth and Cassiopeia rushed over to the cage. "All right, which one is you?" Annabeth asked, peering inside.

All of the guinea pigs began to squeal making it impossible to tell which one was Percy. Scanning the room, Cassiopeia spotted the turn up of Percy's jeans sticking out from under the loom.

Rushing over, she rummaged through his pockets, pulling out Hermes' bottle of multivitamins. Struggling with the lid, she tossed them to Annabeth. "Open these and eat one." She said.

"Greatest witch of our age. Hero of Olympus. Queen of Magical Britannia. And can't open a bottle of gummies." Jake cackled, ducking his head to miss the bronze dagger Cassiopeia threw at him.

Nodding, Annabeth did as instructed, popping a lemon chewable in her mouth just as the door flew open and Circe came back in, flanked by two of her attendants.

"Well," Circe sighed, "how fast a minute passes. What is the answer, my dears?"

"This," Annabeth drew her bronze knife. The sorceress stepped back. But her surprise was quick to pass.

"Really, little girl, a knife against my magic? Is that wise?" She sneered. Circe looked back at her attendants, who smiled. They raised their hands as if preparing to cast some kind of spell.

Circe's musing fell deaf on Cassiopeia's ears as she watched them, the blue fire that shot from the sorceresses fingers to coil around Annabeth only slightly concerning her.

Annabeth leaped forward, through the flames, and stuck the point of her dagger against Circe's neck. "How about turning me into a panther instead? One that had her claws at your throat!" Cassiopeia could feel a smirk slip onto her face as she watched.

"You're beautiful when you're threatening people." Ginny muttered. Hearing what the red head said, Annabeth giggled causing a blush to flood the younger girl's freckled cheeks.

"How!" Circe yelped. Annabeth held up Percy's bottle of multivitamins for the sorceress to see. Circe howled in frustration. "Curse Hermes and his multiple! Those are such a fad! They do nothing for you."

"Turn Percy back to a human or else!" Annabeth threatened, pushing her blade further into Circe's neck.

"I can't!" The sorceress snapped.

Annabeth dragged Circe over to the guinea pig cage, knocked the top off, and poured the rest of the vitamins inside.

"No!" Circe screamed as the rodents began nibbling on the colourful gummies.

Suddenly, the cage exploded. Percy was sitting on the floor, human again - somehow back into his regular clothes - with six other guys who all looked disoriented, blinking and shaking wood shavings from their hair.

"No!" Circe screamed. "You don't understand! Those are the worst!"

"Oh, please stop whining. You really give witches a bad name, sorceress ." Cassiopeia rolled her eyes, placing a simple silencing charm on the woman.

One of the men stood up - a huge guy with a long tangled pitch black beard and teeth the same colour. He wore mismatched clothes of wool and leather, knee length boots, and a floppy felt hat. The other men were dressed more simply - in breeches and stained white shirts. All of them were barefoot.

Cassiopeia tuned out their bellowing, only just acknowledging that the dark beared man was Edward Teach, a son of Ares, who went more commonly by the name of Blackbeard. Instead, she slipped past everyone until she was by Percy's side, finding her bag located beside where the cage had been as well.