Through the Mist

You and I are exactly the same. We're two fans of Percy Jackson—we could be obsessed, or maybe we're not, but deep in our hearts we all know one sad truth: Percy Jackson does not exist.
Or does he?
Two mortal Percy Jackson fans find themselves thrown into the demigod world, which is amazing at first—but then trouble strikes.

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3. The Mortal that Can See

Annabeth's POV

I may have acted confident, but I was reeling with shock. My identity as a demigod has always been something for myself, something that only I knew about. Granted, it wasn't the best thing ever, but there was something satisfying about walking in the mortal world and being amused at how ignorant the mortals were. According to the two mortals, even that was gone.

Telling them our identities wasn't a good idea; they could have been cleverly disguised monsters. The only reason I was bringing them to camp was to see whether Chiron knew any of you what they told me.

When we reached camp, however, the mortal girl said, "Why did you stop?"

"We're at the camp, you idiot," the boy replied.

The girl frowned. "I don't see it, Sage."

The boy—Sage—seemed to register what I had already realized. "You're not a clear-sighted mortal, Lilith. And me... I...." Sage broke off.

"And you are," Lilith finished bluntly.

The tension in the air seemed to increase by a ten-fold.

Percy broke the silence by asking," But why didn't you believe me?" We all stared at him and he elaborated, "I mean, since you're a clear-sighted mortal."

An idea began to form in my mind.

"Well, I—" Sage suddenly stopped and looked at me. "You have an idea, don't you?"

I blushed. "Why do you say that?"

"You have your plan face," Sage replied matter-of-factually.

"But you don't even know her," Percy interjected.

Lilith rolled her eyes. "It talks about it in books, Percy," she told him scornfully. "Along with the whole Seaweed Brain and Wise Girl thing. And," she added as a second thought, "it's in your point of view."

"But that's impossible!" Percy exclaimed. "I didn't recount everything to that Richard guy word for word. I didn't talk about my feelings or whatever it is main characters have in books! How does he know?"

"He's a son of Calliope, the Muse of writing, right?" I said slowly.

Everyone nodded.

"So maybe he extracted the story form you with some demigodly power," I continued, half to them and half to myself. "Unless... No, it couldn't be." I shook myself away from the thought.

At last, I looked at my three companions. "I think it's time to pray to Apollo."

"But I can't," Lilith said softly.

Sage pursed his lips. Something had seemed to be bothering him since Percy asked him why he didn't believe him. "But I don't understand," he said. "Why didn't I notice my clear-sightedness?"

I shook my head, mystified. "Maybe you aren't as clear-sighted as other mortals like you," I guessed. "Just a theory."

Lilith seemed to shrink away. "Have fun at Camp Half-Blood," she told Sage, her voice shaking. She turned around and ran.

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