Nox and I watched, hand in hand, as two black pegusi dived down from the top of the sky. They rippled, and then became clear again. I whistled again, signaling Blackjack and Midnight towards me. Their heads twitched, looking in my direction. I was hoping to get off the slippery roof soon, but it was the only way the pegusi would see me.
"Is that them?" Nox whispered. I squeezed his hand, too nervous to answer. As they got closer, I could see their bright orange tees, matching the one I still owned. As we climbed down, I could start to make out the two different pegusi. I mounted Nightshade, Nox behind me. She flew us down and bid me good luck. Percy and Annabeth got off their horses and started walking towards us. I ran towards them, leaving Nox behind, and hugged them both.
"It's been so long!" Annabeth said, smiling. Percy nodded along, suddenly protective. We hadn't seen each other in more than a year or longer after I decided to stay at Artimé. I had missed Camp Halfblood, but I liked it better here.
"So, this is Nox," I said, introducing them. Annabeth smiled and waved, and Percy was giving him a disapproving stare. Annabeth just laughed.
"This might be rude, but -" she whispered something in Percy's ear, and he smiled. He extended his hands and Nox shook it. I laced my fingers through his, and for once, everything was perfect.
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The Story of Styx. (Not Sticks, Styx.)
FanfictionA crossover between Percy Jackson and the Unwanteds. A girl finds out she was destined to fight her brother after she runs into Percy Jackson (also her brother) when she gets blasted into the Dragon Triangle after she gets hit with a sick sword-fig...
