It's been a while since I updated the book. So, I've decided to give you all a sneak peek. I'm also working on a series trailer with the amazingly rad people over at PJOVoices on Tumblr.
But don't expect that any time soon.
Now, I present: The Leaders of Myth: Book One: The Portal Games: Chapter 4: The Island, History, Sweden, and Dog-People [Annabeth]
"Ms. Chase, we need you to make your final judgment on these." A redhead woman said, clutching a huge stack of paper to her chest.
"Ms. Chase, I need you to sign this." A man held out a piece of paper to me.
More and more people kept calling me. Asking me to do things. Their voices and requests all just blended together.
"Ms. Chase-"
"Ms. Chase-"
"Ms. Chase-"
"Ms. Chase-"
The room around me began to grow dark. The employees faces became distorted; They became more animal-like.
Their mouths stretched and formed into dog snouts. Their ears grew longer and more pointed. And their hair grew down their bodies, covering them in hairy suits.
They dropped their papers as their hands became paws. As they descended to the ground, long tails protruded from their backends.
Standing in front of me now was about twenty or so giant wolves. Their eyes glowing red, and foam spilling out from in between their long yellow fangs.
Knock knock
"Annabeth sweetie, it's time to get up." Dad said.
I looked around. I was still at home. My day hadn't even started yet.
Now, I have this rule where I try not to cry in front of my family if I can help it.
But I couldn't help it.
I started bawling.
Dad walked over and rubbed my back, asking what was wrong.
"I don't know how much longer I can do this dad." I sobbed. "It was fun at first, but now.......All day, all I get is, "Ms. Chase this." and "Ms. Chase that."
"Well, why don't you take a break off work today?" Dad offered.
I nodded.
Dad got up and walked to the door, "I'll call and tell them that you won't be in today."
"Dad, it's my work, not school." I groaned.
"I know. It's just so hard to believe that my little girl is only 22 and has her own business."
I got up and hugged him. "Dad."
"I mean, next thing you know, you'll be getting married. Then, having kids of your own." He said.
"Dad, like you just said, I'm only 22. There's no rush between Percy and I." I reminded him. Sometimes dad could get a little too overemotional.
"I know, I know." He nodded. "What do you say, you help me do some research for the book?"
I smiled, "I'd like that."
You see, my dad is writing a book about the various battle and combat strategies and techniques in different cultures through out the ages.
Dad said he'd wait for me in his office.
As I took a shower, I tried to forget about my dream.
I tried to forget those people, turning into dogs.
No! Don't think about that. I thought to myself. It's not real. It's not real.
I imagined the memory of that dream, being washed away by the water. Splashing to the floor of the tub, and swirling away down the drain.
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I stepped into Dad's office, where he was frantically looking back and forth at the screen of his laptop, to a page in a book.
I knocked on the door frame, and he looked up. "Hey kiddo."
I walked over and stood behind his chair, watching from over his shoulder. "So, what'cha got so far?"
"I think I found proof!" Dad laughed excitedly, with a bit of relief. He then began to explain just how he had made his discovery.
Dad was showing me an old arial photo of an island that was just off the shore of Sweden.
"See the ship?" He pointed to the old wrecked ship on the monitor. "It looks like one of those viking ships, but it has the base structure and the sail spread of the ancient Greek war ships."
"I hope you're not getting all caught up in Norse mythology, again. You do remember what happened last time, don't you?" I asked.
"Annabeth," He smiled. "I think that this might be different."
