The amazingly awesome looking Percy Jackson

Read the artículos before this to understand and yes the story is almost over. I know it's sad.

After seeing that we were the only ones in the hall we unsheathed our weapons. I uncapped Riptide, Annabeth got out her dagger, Michael formed his sword and formed our armor, Jillian took out her bronze wand and put her shield on her left arm. "Well... let's look around." Annabeth said. We all walked around and looked at these "trophy cases" that were on the muro full of weapons and skulls of monsters and demi-gods.

There were things like 'gorgons head' with the eyes covered, 'Phoenix tail feather'...

With back packs in hand Nico jumped onto my back.

"Okay, my beautiful griffin, will tu fly me to...uh where do tu think Jesslyn is?" Nico dicho as I pushed up off the ground with my new muscles and feathered wings.

"Want me to use the necklace?" I squawked out loud. Grover taught me how to speak English through animal language.

Nico nodded his head and I reached in under my feathers for the diamond pendant. I held it tight in my talons and whispered, "Take us to the hiding place of Kronos's ghost...."

Suddenly, the same hug tornado of arco iris colores twisted around us. Nico slipped off my back...

I woke startled, not because of my alarm, set early to allow time to beautify myself, but because Angelica, the girl in the pale rosado, rosa canopy cama beside me, slapped me into consciousness. She looked apologetic, but not sorry she'd done it.
"Everyone needs to get to Half-Blood colina immediately, Kacey. Chiron's orders- some sort of disturbance within the borders," she dicho in a serious tone the sweet eleven-year-old hadn't seemed capable of when I'd gone to sleep.
I yanked on my zebra-print special-edition Ugg boots over my pajamas, and ran outside, clutching the sword I used as a backup when Adrastos,...

I didn't know rather to run o keep my cool&act like one of them.Whatever this was,they were.Suddenly,my natural instinct said,"Nico,listen close,RUN!"At the same time,I was thinking the same thing.I started off slow,in a tippy-toeing way,then running like a mad person!Before I could stop myself,I ran into a boy,about my age,& with elfish features."Wha..."he said.Yet,before he could finish I ran into him."I'm really sorry!"I dicho trying not to make a scene."No,it's fine,I shouldn't have been in your way!"finally,I chuckled&smiled in a long time."You look new,whats your name?"he...

Read the first six parts before this o tu won't understand it at all.

The siguiente día música started again if tu could call it that it was just a trumpet going off like tu would hear at a boot camp. "hmmmmmmmmmm its to early for this nonsense." Annabeth dicho like she just dicho up all night. (over the intercom) "Well its not my fault-" it was Michaels voice "we got here so early, welcome to the south." after he dicho that a jass tune started to play "come on Annabeth lets go see what there's to see." I dicho
"hmmmmmmmm okay" she replied. Once we left the quite comfy seats in the very back we...

Number Twelve(:
This one is a little boring, but i hope tu like it.
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Now, tu might think I’m freaking out that Percy’s the son of Poseidon, but that would be an understatement. It wasn’t because my mom and his dad are enemies o anything, it was because I was… afraid for him. Now that Poseidon has claimed him, gods could send monsters to kill him, o even worse, kill him themselves. I know I’m thinking the worst, but after what happened to Thaila, I couldn’t afford to lose another friend. I just couldn’t.
Chiron and I have been talking...

Now I know theres going to be a lot of tu out there lectura this and thinking im an idiot and that I hate the series. Well thats not true I amor this sieres, but a segundo is almost never a good idea.
Now as great as any form of media is, it will be defined por the culure built up around it. Its the consumers that create back story, like those ausome Annabeths point of view articles. All of these ideas spawn from a wanting of más information. The obvious answer is for the autor to feed that and continue to make the books, but is that smart.
We will never be satisfied por the author, wake...