XXXXXXX Annabeth's POV XXXXXXX
A bolt of lightning struck directly in the middle of camp. That kind of precision could only mean one thing. A transport transporting someone Zuess cared about enough to provide transport to camp. The only person Zuess cared about that much who would use a transport to be transported to camp was the person I needed most right now. And two others. But they weren't necessary now. The smoke cleared to reveal a tall, eighteen year old girl. Her blond hair was littered with streaks of seemingly random, cheerful colors. She wore a blue sweater (she had called it Tardis blue, whatever that was) with a short gray skirt over black tights. Her arms were littered with rubber and string bracelets. She glanced around. As her eyes landed on me, her troublemaker smirk that rivaled Percy's spread from cheek to cheek. Her eyes sparkled with unknown mirth.
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o! There it is. Sorry about the wait. My only excuse is that my mom took my phone.
Peace!
Olivia