𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃¹𝜴𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Scotland, 2014

The golden egg Lyra had retrieved, was the easiest clue the two demigods could have been given. As soon as it had been opened, it started screeching.

But Percy had yelled at her to stop when she'd gone to close it.

"It's a song," he murmured after closing it.

"Sounded like if you cast a sonorous on a screeching harpy to me." Percy rolled his eyes.

"It's a song. I think it's Mermish, which can only be heard underwater unless you're me I guess."

He rubbed the back of his neck, deep in thought.

"What did it say?" She prompted, sitting across from him.

"Come seek us where our voices sound,

We cannot sing above the ground,

And while you're searching, ponder this

We've taken what you'll sorely miss,

An hour-long you'll have to look,

And to recover what we took,

But past an hour — the prospect's black,

Too late, it's gone, it won't come back."

Lyra furrowed her eyebrows, "so they're going to take something I'll deeply miss. Like my sword?"