Sadie

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Me: right! That's it! I am not doing the disclaimer

(Suddenly there is a knife at my throat)

Me: I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE P.J CHARACTERS, RICK RIORDON DOES.

(The sword is no longer at my throat. I look around but there is nobody.)

Annabeth: (takes off her invisibility cap) good.

Me: can I have your autograph?

Annabeth: (disappears)

Me: no? Okay.

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Sadie

Me, Carter, Bast, Freak (Carter's pet Griffon) and the little kids were going to a park near Long Island Sound. Apparently Walt, Zia and the others had something to do so me and Carter were stuck with baby sitting. We just reached the park when I saw three flying horses, one of them pure black. I nudged Carter's arm and pointed out the horses to Sadie.

"What are they?" Carter asked me.

I rolled my eyes and replied, "Pegasi, you idiot!"

"What do we do? Follow them on freak? There are people on those horses."

"Alright." I replied.

We begged Bast to watch the kids and climbed onto the chariot attached to Freak, and set off.

We flew just above the trees, much lower than the group, and kept some distance between us but just enough for us to hear them. I made out two girls, one with blonde hair the other with black hair, and one boy.

"No, Blackjack, you can not have donuts. I'll give you apples and hay when we get back to camp. Sounds good huh." The boy said. To whom? I had no idea. Though I highly doubted that the two girls ate hay.

The black horse whinnied and the boy said, "Blackjack, for the hundredth time, do not call me boss."

The horse whinnied again and the boy sighed. Was he just crazy or was he talking to the horse?

"Wait, you can talk to the horse?" The black haired girl asked him.

The boy shrugged and replied, "It's a Poseidon thing."

Did I hear him correctly? Poseidon?

"So, is it your mum or your dad that's mortal?" The boy asked.

"My mum." The black haired girl answered.

"How old are you?"

"14"

"Hmm, that's strange. You should've been claimed already then."

"Claimed?" The dark haired girl asked puzzled.

"It's when your godly parent claims you as their child. I bet you'll be claimed soon though. Probably tonight at the camp fire." The blonde girl explained.

"Why did you think it strange for me not to be claimed yet?"

"Well after the second Titan War Percy made the gods promise to claim all their children by the time they are 13." The blonde told the black haired girl.

I looked over at Carter and it surprised me at how pale his face was. I was about to say something when I heard the blonde say to the boy, "Percy? We're here. Percy." The girl waved her hand in front of his face and knocked him out of his trance.

"Oh, sorry, I was just thinking about... Torturous." The blonde nodded her head in understanding but the other seemed confused. "Okay prepare to land." The boy, Percy, said with forced cheerfulness.

Their Pegasi landed and they got down from the horses.

Me and Carter followed behind but Freak chose that moment to scream "FREAAAAAAAAAK!" And we crash landed, really loudly might I add, next to three startled teens and three frantic Pegasi.

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A / N Hey demigods or magicians (take your pick) in case you haven't guessed yet, this book is set after the Serpant's shadow and the Blood of Olympus. Since the blood of olympus isn't out yet, I'm guessing that all the seven demigods survive. And if it turns out that one of them dies then I will personally go to Rick Riordon and make sure his face is as flat as a pancake. Then I'd tell him how much I love his books. Oh yeah, one more thing. I am DYING waiting for that Blood of olympus book to come out! Someone should probably start picking flowers for my funeral. (Sounds like Grover in the lightning thief the three fates part)

Also if you haven't read the son of sobek read it now or you'll be utterly confused. If you don't have the book get a PDF in the internet (type: Son of sobek PDF) and if your devise is an I pad tap the screen and open it in I-books so you can read offline.

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