Book Review: The Last Olympian 由 Rick Riordan

嘿 PJO FANS!!!! So, it’s that special time of the year, 你 all know what I mean. What 你 don’t? Well then I’ll tell you. It’s all of our favourite author’s B-day!!! ...Or at least it was when I started 写作 this...HAPPY BILATED BIRTHDAY RICK!!! So in his honour, I decided to post a fanfic after so many years. That’s why I’m currently sitting in front of computer in a CH-B T-shirt, jeans and sneakers drinking blue 柠檬汽水, 柠檬水 (Go 食物 colouring ^.^). This story (hopefully only this chapter) is co-authored with my friend skinneyjeans112. Please read her stories! Anyways, ENJOY!!!!!...

Read the parts before this before hand, please.

(Annabeth)
I carefully drew a topography map of the CTF area. I drew in the positions where defenses should be made and where our attacking lines will head. I stood up from the lunch 表 holding my well designed map. I brought it to the ever waiting 表 of Head 舱, 小木屋 Mates. I put it down in the center for it to immediately be taken 由 Travis. "What are these squiggly lines?" Travis asked while pointing at the elevation lines. I did a facepalm. After twenty 分钟 I had finally explained my plan to everyone and they had a loose understanding...

I sigh, and put down my sword. I'm in the arena, practicing with my new wand/sword, but I've run out of dummies to obliterate. Of course, I could repair them with magic, but I'm getting tired of practice. I fix the dummies with a snap of my fingers (my left hand, always my left hand) and sheath my sword, called "Magissa", the Greek word for sorceress. I named it myself, very creatively, since its core is the ash-wood wand I've used since before I can remember.
Excuse me, where are my manners? I'm Darcy, Darcy Edwards. No, I'm not British, but my mother is and I inherited the accent. Yes, I am...