Percy jogged to catch up, his black hair sticking up in every direction like he'd just rolled out of bed. He had that trademark grin on his face, the one that meant he was either about to tell a terrible joke or drag you into something questionable.

Annabeth rolled her eyes, but there was warmth there. She glanced at you, a knowing look flickering across her face.

Before anyone could answer, a crack of electricity split the air—not from the sky, but from somewhere much closer. A figure dropped down from the branches of a nearby pine tree, landing silently on the grass.