Daughter of The Mist

Chapter 3

    It was three months since the Doors of Death had been closed and monsters stopped reforming immediately, however, Euryale, one of the gorgon sisters, was back. Percy had hoped she would've taken longer than three months to reform; he had had enough of her to last a lifetime.

  "Ugh," Percy groaned. Him and Annabeth had been walking the streets of New York, tracking Euryale for what felt like hours.

  "Suck it up seaweed brain," Annabeth said, turning and smiling at Percy. Her hair was falling out of her ponytail, and she had dark circles under her eyes. Percy smiled back and couldn't help but kiss her on the cheek before they continued walking.

  After an hour more of walking, Percy and Annabeth were just about to turn a corner when Percy stopped abruptly at a corner, causing Annabeth to bump into him.

  "Wha-" Annabeth started. Percy held up his hand and peered around the corner. At first he saw what looked like any other street in New York: buildings all up and down the street, huge crowds of people on the sidewalks shouting and pushing past others, and streets packed with honking cars, tour buses full of curious faces, and angry yellow cabs. After a moment or two, the Mist faded and Percy saw a familiar face, Euryale, looming over a small girl with startling black hair, similar to his. Euryale was glaring at the girl when suddenly the black-haired figure turned and ran away, a look of terror and desperation on her face

  Percy turned to Annabeth, "Euryale." Annabeth's jaw set with determination, peered around the corner and quickly turned back to Percy.

"Let's go," she ordered, grabbing Percy's wrist, turning the corner and breaking out into a sprint, pushing past people violently.

Euryale and the girl had left their spot, the little girl running with fear and desperation, and Euryale running after her, close on her heels.