Me and My Broomstick Sing in Perfect Harmony
I was having the best time of my life. Fresh cold air that would make my nose fall off if I stayed outside any longer? Awesome.
That charming old broomstick who was singing ‘We’re All in a Yellow Submarine’, and the fact that I was in Jupiter/Zeus’s domain? Wonderful.
As soon as the broomstick sensed my distress, it started to ‘sing’ (more like croak) a lullaby. I don’t think it worked too well.
Surprisingly, no lightning bolts zapped me or came shooting towards me.
It was like I had my own personal shield. I doubted that it was the broomstick.
All of a sudden, I felt like I was going through a wall of water. Energy flowed into me and my sore backside. Everything moved in slow motion.
Once we passed through, I was in a completely different place.
Instead of an abandoned old shack, there was a magnificent castle in sight. Just as I was enjoying the breeze, the broomstick went ballistic. It started making random somersaults and believe me, I have never been on a roller coaster.
The broomstick also started rapidly singing meaningless songs, and out of all the music there was in the world, it had to be the Hallelujah Chorus.
A really big window (how descriptive of me) came zooming in view, and… I crashed through it. I’ve never felt this experience before either. So, I did everything in my power: I screamed. (If my Roman friends ever saw this, they would murder me.)
Me and the broomstick probably sounded awesome together.
I hurtled through the now broken window and immediately slammed into someone. I looked up in a daze. “Annabeth?”
