"Percy? Percy! Seaweed Brain!" Percy Jackson was rudely started awake from his nap as his persistent girlfriend banged on his door.

"Why hello to you, too," he grumbled as he stumbled over to his door, tripping on one of his T-shirts on the way. He opened it up to reveal a highly impatient Annabeth Chase.

She dove in to give him a quick kiss on the lips then strolled past him, eyeing the cabin with mild disapproval. "The cleaning check's coming up, Percy."

"It'll be in pristine condition by then," he said playfully. "Is there something wrong, Annabeth? I was kind of sleeping over here."

"Chiron wants to see us in the Big House. He says it's urgent," she informed him.

"Tell him I need my beauty sleep."

"Percy . . ."

"Oh, jeez. Fine, I'll go, but let me tell you, I'm not going graciously." He threw on the nearest shirt and half-heartedly raked his fingers through his perpetually messy hair before deciding to just give up on it.

Annabeth dragged a half-awake Percy over to the Big House and met up with Chiron, who looked even more solemn than usual (that was quite a feat, considering recent events). Mr. D was highly irritated that the teenage demigods were interrupting their card game, but Chiron clearly thought it was worth it. Percy still valued his sleep over anything else though-except Annabeth, maybe.

"Chiron, tell me what's wrong. How important is this, like, on a scale from one to ten? If it's anything less than an eight I'm not going to be too happy." Mr. D, scowling in their direction, left the room and both teens felt a sense of relief.

Chiron was less than amused, which was rather unusual, because he usually found Percy quite comical. "I need to send the two of you out into the city."

Annabeth blinked once in surprise. "Why?"

"We've been tracking a couple demigods, a boy and a girl, in Manhattan for a few months now, they've just about started to attract attention from the monsters. Especially the girl, but she's still quite young so it hasn't been too dire yet. But the attacks are beginning to frequent, so I need you to rescue them before anything happens to them."

Percy relented, now down straight to business. "Okay, that's like a nine point five. What do they look like?"

"Also, what are their names?" Annabeth corrected and he kicked himself for forgetting that one.

He pondered it over, lost in his thoughts for a moment. "The boy is named Kynan Morgan. He's around thirteen perhaps, with copper-colored hair and tan skin. I can't tell you much more than that.

"And the girl?" Annabeth prompted.

"She's not with the boy, in case you were wondering. She's about thirteen years of age, as well. We've been tracking them separately. Her name is Felicity Hawthorne, and she has black hair with streaks of blue-green. She's quite pale. She'll probably be easier to notice in the crowd."

"Hair streaks at thirteen years old?" Percy repeated curiously. "Classy."

Annabeth stood from the table and clapped her hands sharply together once. "All right, let's do this thing. Got an address?"

"They currently are living on the streets."

Well, that broadened the search. Just great, Percy thought. "Wow. Um, okay. We'll . . . we'll find them. I promise."

Rory's A/N: That chapter looks a lot shorter here... Oh well! Welcome to our story, Eternal Summer! There's a lot of symbolism to that title, which you'll see later on. I'm warning you, we got off to a slow start in this book, but I think you'll like it if you're patient enough. If you've read our bio, you know that this is a joint account, so there's two of us writing this. I'm Rory, and my partner is Goldie. We'd love to hear your feedback, and thanks for reading!

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