“We’re not far from the Italian coast,” Percy said, mostly to break the silence. They are back, the monsters seemed to say. Monsters still dwelt in the depths, so deeply wrapped in the Mist that they slept most of the time but Percy could feel them stirring, responding to the Celestial bronze hull of a Greek trireme and the presence of demigod blood. Every Greek or Roman hero had sailed these waters-from Hercules to Aeneas. Percy could sense its layers swirling below him. Percy had been in the Atlantic, the Pacific, even the Gulf of Alaska, but this sea felt more ancient and powerful. They hadn’t been attacked since they had touched the water, but the sea seemed different. He knew the ship’s speed, and could sense no rocks, sandbars, or other natural dangers in their path. He knew the depth of the ocean and which way the currents were flowing. He knew their exact latitude and longitude. He couldn’t see anything around them, but he had perfect bearings at sea. But part of him wanted to say: Forget the world. The fate of the world might depend on it. That made him feel guilty, and a little bit selfish, to be standing here arguing with her. Then it dawned on him: the way he had felt back then, for a few days, was probably how Annabeth had felt for the six months he had been missing with amnesia. How could he intentionally let her go now, knowing she was heading into something even more dangerous? It had been the hardest few days of his life-not just the monsters and the fighting, but the worry.
He’d traveled across the country to save her from the Titan. For a while, Percy wasn’t sure if she was alive or dead. Annabeth had been captured by the Titan Atlas. He remembered the night three and a half years ago, when they’d saved Nico and Bianca di Angelo in Maine. Once Annabeth had made up her mind, arguing with her wouldn’t do any good. “Then how can you even…?” He made himself stop. “You know what’s in that cavern,” he guessed. He wasn’t sure if he was mad at Annabeth, or his dream, or the entire Greek/Roman world that had endured and shaped human history for five thousand years with one goal in mind: to make Percy Jackson’s life suck as much as possible. “I know.” Her face looked unnaturally pale, and Percy suspected it wasn’t just the fog. That thing in the dark, the big chamber with the crumbling floor-” It’ll only make them worry, and it’ll make it harder for me to go off on my own.” “What you saw was about the Mark of Athena,” she said. “Percy, you have to promise me something. Her reaction was even more troubling than he anticipated: she didn’t seem surprised. Percy wasn’t sure how she’d take the news. He stood with Annabeth at the forward rail while he told her about his dream. He preferred it to flying through storm clouds and being attacked by man-eating birds and enchilada-trampling pegasi. As they sailed into twenty-foot swells, the sea heaving underneath them, Percy could hear poor Hazel down in her cabin…also heaving.ĭespite all that, Percy was grateful to be back on the water. The fog was so thick, Percy couldn’t see Festus at the end of the prow, and warm drizzle hung in the air like a bead curtain. Not forgiving himself for mistakes was one of Percy’s biggest talents. They’d all tried to convince Leo that the skolopendra attack hadn’t been entirely his fault, but he wouldn’t listen. “I don’t want any more Shrimpzilla surprises,” he insisted. The guy must have been shattered, but he refused to go to sleep. They stood on deck, alone except for Leo, who was still manning the helm. He figured even Coach Hedge wouldn’t mind their talking after curfew if it meant giving her information that might save her life. Percy didn’t want to, but he woke Annabeth. “We’ve set down in the water,” he said, looking utterly exhausted. The dream dissolved, and Percy woke with a start.
He’d never let Gaea spill his blood for any task-and there was no way he’d let anyone hurt Annabeth.
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Percy wasn’t sure what that meant, but he wanted to crack the floor and send these stupid gold-shirted twins down to oblivion. You can see why those two would be most suited for the task.” But her blood must be spilt on the ancient stones.” “I would remind you that Gaea wishes the girl to be taken alive. “Uh, Your Ladyship,” Ephialtes said nervously.
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