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PHOEBE HADN'T ANTICIPATED that the early morning air high up in the sky would be cold; which, she would admit, was poor judgement on her end.
while her companions, butch and annabeth, were dressed warmly with sweaters, phoebe was in shorts and her camp half blood t-shirt, as well as a singular running shoe.
the cold wind whipped through her hair, stray pieces sticking to her lips and flying around her face, causing her to swat them away and tuck the hair back behind her ears. goosebumps crawled up and down her exposed skin.
phoebe sighed, picking at her finger nails as she listened to the sound of annabeth tapping relentlessly on the chariot seat beside her. phoebe could tell annabeth was nervous by the way she frowned up at the sky, probably praying that percy would be at the grand canyon like they were hoping for. phoebe lifted her legs, putting her feet up.
annabeth sent her a warning look, which quickly turned to one of confusion. "feet down, we're almost there. and where's your other shoe?"
phoebe looked at her like it was obvious; which, in her mind, it was. "well, you said percy is supposed to be there with one shoe. the boy with one shoe, right?"
annabeth nodded hesitantly, still not quite understanding. phoebe continued. "me and percy are twins. so i'm wearing one shoe to match him."
annabeth's brows furrowed. "but... why?"
phoebe smiled at her. "because it's funny!" before annabeth could muster out something about phoebe's joke being dumb or impractical, butch interrupted.
"we're here," he said, gaining the attention of both girls. phoebe lowered her legs and feet to the ground, standing as the chariot approached the grand canyon.
it was clear some sort of fight had gone down at the canyon; not some mortal fist fight, but the kind that involved monsters and demigods. the glass on the skywalk was severely cracked, and the place smelled like smoke.
her eyes landed on a group of three teenagers at the end of the skywalk. her stomach flipped as she scanned each of their faces in hope of finding someone in particular, but her heart dropped when she didn't spot a green eyed boy with jet black hair, a sarcastic grin, and a tendency to get on people's nerves.
a frown settled on her face as she bit down hard on the inside of her cheek. she hopped out of the chariot before butch had even fully landed it. annabeth was right behind her, dagger in hand and an intimidating look plastered on her face.
phoebe's eyes stung and threatened to close. she hadn't slept in days, too consumed with thoughts of finding her brother, and too scared to face the nightmares that would surely come with sleep.
