Between the Worlds (Slow Updates)

Godly Parents, You Gotta Love 'Em

Percy POV-
    I immediately tried to rush the girl and pin her against the wall, but the girl was faster and stronger than I thought. She fought my grip and countered my sword with a double bladed ax. She's strong for a girl of her size, I briefly thought. Meanwhile, I barely noticed Annabeth trying to pry me away from the girl and give her a chance to speak.

    "Percy!" Annabeth finally shouted to get my attention. I turned towards her and immediately tucked and rolled to get away from the mystery girl. "Look," Annabeth started "I think we just got off on the wrong foot, can we talk?"

    "I gladly would've preferred talking rather than your boyfriend here charging at me", the girl said with more than a hint of annoyance in her tone.

    "Hey!" I protested. "You were the one who yelled at us for getting in your way, when we just just escaped from Tartarus, and trust me when I say, it's not on my top ten list of vacation spots."

    "Well, If I'm going to keep yelling at you two crazy mortals, then I'm going to need to know your names. I'll start, I'm Samirah Al-Abbas, and for now, that's all you need to know. So, you two are...?"

    "Okay, well to start, you need to stop calling us mortals." I began indignantly. "It may be hard to believe, but, we're demigods, half god, half mortal." The girl, Samirah, stood there with her arms crossed and a look of annoyance still on her face.

    "And?" She questioned, as if she dealt with monsters and demigods on an everyday basis and it was the most normal thing ever. Well, it was definitely my normal.

    "Percy," Annabeth said in a forceful whisper. " Didn't it occur to you that maybe she's a demigod too?"

    Well, now that you mention it, Percy thought, it does make sense.
    "Congratulations, you've figured it out. I'm a daughter of Loki. Now, to your names, and I'd also like to know who each of you're godly parents are. I'm thinking that you might be one of Tyr's sons", she said, gesturing to me.

    Loki, I thought. Norse, not Greek, Norse, not Greek, kept racing through my mind. There are Greeks, Romans, Egyptians, sure, why not throw the Norse in the mix. Next thing I know, I'm going to be on a quest in India and meet some child of a Hindu god.

    "Umm... I...uh...I'm Percy Jackson, and my father is Poseidon." I saw her confidence waver as she was probably thinking Greek, not Norse.

    Annabeth then chimed in "I'm Annabeth, daughter of Athena." She hardly seemed as rattled as I had been, but that was only on the outside. She approached Sam and shook her hand, then glared at me until I followed suit. At that point Samirah (who I am just going to call Sam) looked absolutely dumbfounded.

    "There...there are Greeks," Sam began muttering under her breath, pacing across the cave. "That can't be, no, Odin, he..." She suddenly shut herself up and regained her composure, though she did nervously glance at the walls as if expecting an attack. I honestly couldn't blame her though. My Norse mythology may be pretty rusty and basically nonexistent, but I was fairly certain that Odin was the all powerful main guy, similar to Zeus, and saying his name probably wouldn't attract any positive attention.

    "We need to move, I know that you probably don't trust me, but you need to, otherwise we'll die. And I don't particularly want to die, so let's move."

    And with that inspiring pep talk, plus the fact that Annabeth and I had no other choice unless we wanted to possibly die, we followed Sam deeper into the cave. I seriously hoped that this wasn't a trap, but right now, I couldn't do much about it if it was.