Eva

"Eva! Your friends are here!" my mom calls. "Coming!" I say, as I tie my shoes and grab my bag. My life is pretty normal, at least compared to my mom's when she was my age. She ran the New York Institute at my age, since her parents where in Idris half the time.

I go outside to find my friends waving to me from Stella's TARDIS. Ok, maybe it's not that normal, but somehow, it is to me. I go inside and hop onto one of the bunk beds that Stella's grandfather built onto the wall. Apparently he has a weird obsession with them. I don't know.

"Where's Taylor?" I ask, noticing her absence. "At her camp. We're about to go pick her up," says Anna. "Hold on to something!" shouts Stella, and I grab a pipe that runs above my head. Stella pulls the lever, and the TARDIS fades out of existence.

We arrive at Camp Half-Blood, where Taylor is waiting for us. "Hiiiiiii," she says and gets in. "So, where are we going today?" asks Storm. "How about Idris?" Suggests Anna. "I'm a Downworlder, remember?" Says Saige. "Right," replies Anna.

"Okay...how about London?" asks Prim. "I don't know...we do that a lot," I say. "Well, if no one has any better ideas, that's where we're going," Stella announces. No one suggests anything, so Stella pulls the lever and we go to London.

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