Tangled Legacies: A KOTLC and PJO Crossover Story

The Demigod Is My Neighbor: Chapter 21: Sophie's POV

{{So... Unlocked came out yesterday (today, when I'm writing this, is November 18th, 2020 . But it will take me a couple of days to finish the chapter.) and I haven't read it yet. I'm going to disregard that book in this story, since it would complicate things. So... Don't be a critic. I also haven't read The Tower Of Nero yet, so that's also out. Just wanted to remind you. And also, I'm lovin' this Livvy art! Props to whoever made it. Bye!}}

I decided that Annabeth needed to be on her home turf, with demigods who hopefully knew how to treat her. We would still keep an eye on her, of course; Elwin had identified the gash on her arm as from a gorgodon, which made sense. Grady had had to capture the gorgodon when it escaped Havenfield about two weeks before. He had reported a blond teen with a bronze knife at the scene, badly injured. I carefully lifted her out of the cot and supported her as Percy, Fitz, Biana, and I headed out to teleport to Camp Half-Blood. Then I realized that I didn't have a clue what it looked like.

"Percy," I said. "I need an image to teleport. Can I enter your mind?"

He stumbled backward. "Excuse me?" He asked.

"It'll just take a minute." I assured him.

"Um... No."

"Do you want to save Annie Bell or not?" Biana shot back.

"It's Annabeth. And... Okay." He said the last part in a whisper. He didn't sound angry. He sounded tired and afraid and... I couldn't quite place it.

I concentrated on his thoughts, trying to find the image I needed. Think about your camp, I transmitted. His memories shuffled. His headspace felt watery and loose. It felt like the one time I'd been in Linh's mind.

I found a blurry memory of a valley, surrounded by gently rolling hills and forests. Sun-baked fields sent a sweet, warm smell through the air. Strawberries? I shook my head to clear my thoughts.

I retreated from Percy's mind and linked hands with Biana on one side of me. Percy and I were still supporting Annabeth. I closed my eyes, pushing against gravity to lift our group into the sky. Fitz started to help me and we shot up at twice the speed we'd been going before. Percy looked like he was going to throw up.

"I'm... Not so sure this is a good idea," he warned. "Uh... Zeus isn't exactly my number one fan. Flying for a son of Poseiden? Bad."

I shook my head. "It doesn't matter. We're high enough now." I muttered. "Fitz, on three," I directed. "One... Two..." I leaned across Annabeth. "Percy, we're gonna drop." I whispered.

"Thanks for the warning?"

"Three!" I said finally. Fitz dropped us and I concentrated on the adrenaline and the forces in the air around me. We plummeted into the void.

{{hehe... It's taken me like five days... So... Hehe...😅}}
Percy screamed bloody murder as we dropped onto the top branches of a pine tree. "COME ON!" he yelled. I still hadn't gotten those landings right.

I grabbed Percy and levitated down with him and Annabeth. Fitz and Biana followed us and we picked our way down the steep hill toward a big blue-painted farmhouse. I'd seen this place before...

"Percy- where are we? I mean- where is Camp Half-Blood?"

"Well, it's known to mortals as Delphi Strawberry Service." he explained. "It was, like, the only thing on this road until this crew of builders in silver came and built this huge mansion next door." I looked at Fitz and waited for Percy to figure it out. We stood there for about five minutes. "Why are you all staring at me?" He finally asked. We kept walking. This guy was older than I was, but he was clueless. I did think he suspected and just didn't want to be embarrassed if he got it wrong, though.

By the time we reached the farmhouse, the sun was setting. "Okay, elf-y dudes, be prepared for... A grumpy wine god and a horse guy who is the only thing keeping the Wine Dude from turning us all into crazy dolphins." He said that like it was an everyday thing. For him, it probably was a boring happening.

He led us up the steps and along the wraparound porch until we could see two dudes playing cards at a table. One guy was pudgy and chubby with curly black hair and a Hawaiian shirt in a loud, garish print. The other was a middle-aged dude in a wheelchair with thinning brown hair, a faded tweed jacket, and eyes that made him seem a thousand years old. For all I knew, he was.

"Ah, Peter Johnson," the Hawaiian-shirt dude said.

"It's Percy Jackson." Percy sighed, like this man called him by the wrong name regularly.

The guy in the wheelchair turned. "Ah, Percy Jackson." he said. Then he noticed Annabeth slumped between Percy and I, and the fact that me and my friends were not, in fact, campers. "Oh, dear. I'm afraid we'll have to pause our pinochle game." he told the Hawaiian-shirt man.

I guessed the guy in the Hawaiian shirt was the "wine dude".

The man in the wheelchair started to rise from the wheelchair. And his legs kept going, like the world's longest pair of white velvet long johns. Then he stepped from the wheelchair, and my jaw dropped. His bottom half was a huge white stallion.

"Follow me," he ordered. I hesitated, but Percy pulled on me. I guess Annabeth was super important to him, especially since he'd mentioned his friend, who I assumed was dead. So I stumbled up the stairs, supporting Annabeth the whole way. Her dagger still hung from her belt.

{{the next paragraph(s) are an edit. So please reread the chapter. Ty! I recently got some feedback from a reader, telling me to use paragraphs. They are right, but I have trouble with that. I tried in this chapter and probably failed. Any line that needs to start a new paragraph, just tell me. Thank you, and a shout out to -supernova--! I'm barely in middle school, sixth grade, so don't go hard on me.}}

We set Annabeth on the bed in one of the upstairs bedrooms of the farmhouse. She shivered when her head hit the pillow. Her eyes popped open. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Her eyes were wild, like she'd seen a ghost. I handed her a bottle of Youth from my backpack and she downed it in one gulp.

"I- Percy!" She sobbed. Percy knelt down beside the bed and comforted Annabeth. She whispered what she'd seen to him.

"Gods!" he yelled. "Not again." He cursed in Greek. "She had a dream. For a demigod, that means truth. She saw another war. With something much worse than Titans, or even giants. She saw the death of a friend. One of the Sev-" his voice broke. "My friends. We need to see Rachel Elizabeth Dare."

"Who?"

"Our Oracle. Cabin Three is open! Stay the night."