Pheadra was waiting for the demigod and cyclops in an alley down Church Street. She pulled Tyson and Percy off the sidewalk just as a fire truck screamed past, heading for Meriwether Prep.
“Where’d you find him?” she demanded, pointing at Tyson.
Now, under different circumstances, Percy would’ve been really happy to see her. They’d become closer and friends last summer. He’d missed Phaedra probably more than he wanted to admit.
Percy had just been attacked by cannibal giants, Tyson had saved his life three or four times, but all Phaedra could do was glare at him like he was the problem. She couldn’t help it. He brought back such terrible memories.
“He’s my friend,” the demigod told her.
“Is he homeless?” She asked with wide eyes.
Percy gave her a look, “What does that have to do with anything? He can hear you, you know. Why don’t you ask him?”
She looked surprised. “He can talk?”
“I talk,” Tyson admitted. “You are pretty.”
“Ah! Gross!” Phaedra stepped away from him. Mostly in fear.
Percy examined Tyson’s hands, which he was sure must’ve been badly scorched by the flaming dodge balls, but they looked fine-grimy and scarred, with dirty fingernails the size of potato chips-but they always looked like that. “Tyson,” he said in disbelief. “Your hands aren’t even burned.”
“Of course not,” Phaedra muttered. “I’m surprised the Laistrygonians had the guts to attack you with him around.”
Tyson seemed fascinated by Phaedra’s curly brown hair. He tried to touch it, but she smacked his hand away.
“Phae,” he said, “what are you talking about? Laistry-what?”
“Laistrygonians. The monsters in the gym. They’re a race of giant cannibals who live in the far north. Odysseus ran into them once, but I’ve never seen them as far south as New York before.”
“Laistry-I can’t even say that. What would you call them in English?”
Was that not English or am I tripping?
She thought about it for a moment. “Canadians,” she decided. “Now come on, we have to get out of here.”
“The police’ll be after me.” He protested.
“That’s the least of our problems,” she said. “Have you been having the dreams?”
“The dreams ... about Grover?”
Her face turned pale. She didn’t know what he was talking about. “Grover? No, what about Grover?”
He told the female demigod his dream. “Why? What were you dreaming about?”
Her eyes looked stormy, like her mind was racing a million miles an hour. “Camp,” she said at last. “Big trouble at camp.”
“My mom was saying the same thing! But what kind of trouble?” He asked as if she had the answer.
“I don’t know exactly. Something’s wrong. We have to get there right away. Monsters have been chasing me all summer and Annie all the way from Virginia, trying to stop her from getting to camp. Have you had a lot of attacks?” Phaedra crossed her arms, continuously glancing fearfully at the cyclops, who was mesmerized by her beautiful brown curls.
Percy shook his head. “None all year ... until today.”
Phaedra furrowed her eyebrows, “None? But how ...” Her eyes drifted to Tyson. “Oh.” she said with distaste, stepping away slightly.
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Luminesence (Slow Updates)
FanfictionPhaedra Belinda Guerreo was only seven years old when she was abandoned by her mother. She got to camp with the help of a few demigods named Luke and Thalia. On the way, they met another little demigod named Annabeth. They became best friends. Annab...
