This was a few weeks ago, Annabeth said. Percy told me a crazy story about meeting a boy our near Moriches Bay. Apparently this kid used hieroglyphs to cast spells. He helped Percy battle a crocodile monsters.The Sob of Sobek! Sadie blurted. But my battled that monster. He didn't say anything about-Is your brother's name Carter? Annabeth asked.An angry golden aura flickered around Sadie's head-a halo of hieroglyphs that resembled frowns, fists, and dead stick men.As of this moment, Sadie growled, My brother's name is Punching Bag.
by Rick Riordan
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In a recent conversation, Annabeth recounted a story Percy shared about an encounter near Moriches Bay, where he met a boy who skillfully used hieroglyphs for spellcasting. This boy assisted Percy in combat against a fearsome creature known as the Sob of Sobek. Sadie, hearing this, quickly recognized the monster as one she had also fought, and became curious about the boy's identity.

When Annabeth asked if the boy's name was Carter, Sadie reacted with visible frustration. An angry aura surrounded her, showcasing her displeasure as she sarcastically referred to her brother as "Punching Bag." This exchange highlights both the connection between the characters and the tensions that can arise from shared experiences in their chaotic lives.

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