One was born to destroy, one was born to build.
Melanie Mavros doesn't know how it came this far. Being thrown in a new world with her best friend Percy, was not on her bucket list. Being send on a dangerous quest with the thought that she can be ki...
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Don't even try
the Ninth of June
MELANIE
stared at Annabeth. "You're not going alone." Annabeth had volunteered to go alone since she had her cap. Melanie didn't agree.
"It's the safest." She protested.
"Well all go or nobody." Minji said. Percy nodded along. Only Tyson voted 'nobody'. But in the end he came along. They stopped at the cabin to get their backpacks. Melanie had her moon crescent tightly into her hand.
Tyson insisted on carrying everything. Percy wanted to protest but Annabeth told them not to worry about it. Tyson could carry five full duffel bags over his shoulder as easily as Melanie could carry a backpack. They sneaked through the corridors, following the ship's YOU ARE HERE signs toward the admiralty suite. Annabeth scouted ahead invisibly. They hid whenever someone passed by, but most of the people we saw were just glassy-eyed zombie passengers.
As they came up the stairs to deck thirteen, where the admiralty suite was supposed to be, Annabeth hissed, "Hide!" and shoved them into a supply closet. They heard a couple of guys coming down the hall. "You see that Aethiopian drakon in the cargo hold?" one of them said. The other laughed. "Yeah, it's awesome."
Annabeth squeezed Melanie's arm tightly. The voice sounded familiar.
"I hear they got two more coming," the familiar voice said. "They keep arriving at this rate, oh, man-no contest!" The voices faded down the corridor.
"That was Chris Rodriguez!" Annabeth took off her cap and turned visible. "You remember-from Cabin Eleven." Melanie couldn't remember since she was monetarily flustered by the close proximity of the blonde.
"What's another half-blood doing here?" Percy asked.
Annabeth shook her head, clearly troubled. They kept going down the corridor. Melanie didn't need maps anymore to know she was getting close to Luke. She sensed something cold and unpleasant-the presence of evil.
"Percy." Annabeth stopped suddenly. "Look." She stood in front of a glass wall looking down into the multistory canyon that ran through the middle of the ship. At the bottom was the Promenade-a mall full of shops- but that's not what had caught Annabeth's attention. A group of monsters had assembled in front of the candy store: a dozen Laistrygonian giants, two hellhounds, and a few Scythian Dracaenae.
Melanie shuddered at the thought of the ladies who had scratched her up pretty badly. Annabeth noticed and gently laid her hand on her arm.
The monsters made a semicircle around a young guy in Greek armor who was hacking on a straw dummy. A lump formed in her throat when she realized the dummy was wearing that horrendous orange Camp HalfBlood T-shirt. As they watched, the guy in armor stabbed the dummy through its belly and ripped upward. Straw flew everywhere. The monsters cheered and howled.
