Chapter 4
Normally police equals bad, but these people were dressed like they came out of a renaissance fair. Cotton shirts, leather boots (they looked like dragon skin), and one even had a weird lightning bolt scar. Still we walked toward them might as well know what they want.
“Hey, we just want to talk to you kids,” the young one with a scar called.
“Kids?” Percy asked, “we are the same age,” he pointed out. It was true the boy couldn’t be more than 18. “Besides we haven’t done anything wrong. If we want to leave we can,” Percy gloated.
“You know something don’t you?” the older one asked. “Hello, I’m…” he said but the kid cut him off with a hiss.
“Well I’ve got nothing to hide,” I bluffed. “My name is Annabeth and this is Percy,” Ok just roll with this innocent act. “Also did we do something wrong?”
“No but…”
“Do you have a reason to stop us?’
“No but…”
“Then how on Earth do you expect people to take you and your profession seriously?” I called and just to let you people know never ever, ever get into an argument with a child of the goddess of wisdom. It’s just a little friendly tip.
“Listen kids there has been suspicious activity and we are just trying to keep everyone safe,” the scar kid screamed. “My name is Harry Potter and you need to come with us.”
“Fat chance,” Percy growled as he took a step forward. Then Potter whipped something out of his pocket so Percy ripped out his sword. Then a flash of red light surged through the air and struck Percy. He collapsed totally frozen.
“Percy!!” I yelled down at him. No not after so long. It shouldn’t have ever happened. Not with the fact that Percy had taken the curse of Achilles. I didn’t even care when the red light struck me into darkness.
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