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Son of Sobek - Percy's POV

Well, this is Percy's POV of Son of Sobek – you don't have to have read it, but I would recommend reading the Kane Chronicles. :3

Time: Some time after the war against Gaea. I don't exactly know how long, but Carter means Percy is about seventeen...

Pairings: Percabeth – nothing that really matters...

Words: 8238

Every dialoge Percy has with Carter is the exact same as original.

My day started out pretty normal, until the giant crocodile ate Tumbleweed. It had been almost a year since they'd come back from Greece after defeating Gaea. There hadn't been a lot of monster attacks until a couple of weeks ago. There was something spreading panic on the coast of Long Island, not long away from camp.

Then that day I was sitting in the mess hall, eating and talking with my friends, when suddenly a girl from Apollo, Luca, came running in, a wild look in her different colored eyes. She spotted me and ran over to my table.

"Percy!" she said. "The pegasi are in danger! Come! You need to help! A massive crocodile has just attacked the stables! I tried shooting it with arrows, but they barely injure it! They only make small cuts in its hide, spill sand instead of blood, and then the wounds will just close up again! You need to help!"

I stood up and ran after her, uncapping Riptide. I saw my friends got up as well, but I just waved them off, yelling back at them, "I'll take care of it, if you take care of the new coming Romans."

They reluctantly sat back down. Some Roman campers would be arriving in half an hour or so, to try the Greek ways. There were already some from Camp Half-Blood in Camp Jupiter right now, and the Romans would like if there were some known faces when they arrived.

Luca ran as fast as she could, almost leaving me in the dust, but I arrived at the stables just after her. I could clearly see the croc. Luca had been underestimating its size. It was at least forty feet long from snout to tail tip. The crocodile was as disgusting as it had been in camp, if not more. Its skin was blackish green, and it was sweating violently, soaking the street under its feet. The creature’s eyes glowed with a sickly yellow light. His jagged teeth gleamed white. But the weirdest thing about him was his bling. Round his neck hung an elaborate collar of gold chains and enough precious stones to buy a private island.

Just as I came running, I saw the hind legs of a grey pegasus disappearing into its enormous maw.

"Oh, it did not just do that!" I yelled and charged the monster. The croc looked lazily at me, then turned around with alarming speed, and wacked me with its tail – so hard I flew over the roof of the pegasi stable and (luckily) landed in the canoe lake. I was getting really tired of this croc. I raised my arms and summoned the water around me to lift up in a swirling spiral with me in the middle, letting it lift me into the sky and over to the stables again. The croc was gone. I looked after Luca, but she was nowhere to be seen, so I went into the stables. I was greeted by Blackjack, who whinnied and trotted over to me.

‘Yo, Boss,’ he said.

"Hi Blackjack, can you help me? Where in Hades did the huge crocodile outside come from, and where did it go? And did you see where Luca went?" I asked him.

‘The croc? It came from the sea, and it went back there again. And for the girl with the freaky eyes, she ran for her life before the croc ate her. Poor Tumbleweed,’ Blackjack answered. Tumbleweed was the pegasus that got eaten. Anger flowed through me. Tumbleweed was one of my favorite pegasi –next after Blackjack– and she was always so nice to the newbies riding her. She was the first pegasi I’d ever ridden.