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Rick Riordan
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February 3 - June 29, 2025
She wasn’t sure the Romans had a sense of humor.
They dont
Jason.
MY SHAYLA
She saw him. He was walking toward the ship with his arms around two other kids like they were best buddies—a stout boy with a black buzz cut, and a girl wearing a Roman cavalry helmet. Percy looked so at ease, so happy. He wore a purple cape just like Jason’s—the mark of a praetor.
Reyna was forcing a look of courage, while holding back a mixture of hopefulness and worry and fear that she couldn’t show in public. Annabeth knew that expression. She saw it every time she looked in a mirror.
Then someone else appeared from the crowd, and Annabeth’s vision tunneled. Percy smiled at her—that sarcastic, troublemaker smile that had annoyed her for years but eventually had become endearing. His sea-green eyes were as gorgeous as she remembered. His dark hair was swept to one side, like he’d just come from a walk on the beach. He looked even better than he had six months ago—tanner and taller, leaner and more muscular.
Annabeth grabbed his wrist and flipped him over her shoulder. He slammed into the stone pavement. Romans cried out. Some surged forward, but Reyna shouted, “Hold! Stand down!” Annabeth put her knee on Percy’s chest. She pushed her forearm against his throat. She didn’t care what the Romans thought. A white-hot lump of anger expanded in her chest—a tumor of worry and bitterness that she’d been carrying around since last autumn. “If you ever leave me again,” she said, her eyes stinging, “I swear to all the gods—”
CALMMM
“I only attack my boyfriend like that,”
At Camp Half-Blood, demigods got bead necklaces to commemorate years of training. Here, the Romans burned a tattoo into your flesh, as if to say: You belong to us. Permanently.
Now, be quiet and let Jason finish.”
YUPPPP
When Percy had finished, Jason whistled appreciatively. “No wonder they made you praetor.”
“both Jason and I out rank you, Octavian. So we can both tell you to shut up.”
RAHHHHH
Annabeth kicked his shin. She hated to interrupt a budding bromance, but Reyna was right: they had serious things to discuss.
Oh, gods…Reyna had tried to make a move on Percy. That explained the tinge of bitterness, maybe even envy, in her words. Percy had turned her down for Annabeth.
THE DRAMA...
Annabeth wondered how Jason could be so dense.
Jason tried to shield Piper, but a brick caught him above the eye. He crumpled, and the crowd surged forward.
The way Percy had looked at him made him feel the same as when Jason summoned lightning.
In an awkward moment, the two boys tried to sit in the same chair at the head of the table. Sparks literally flew from Jason’s hands. After a brief silent standoff, like they were both thinking, Seriously, dude?, they ceded the chair to Annabeth and sat at opposite sides of the table.
Percy was eating a piece of pie, which for some reason was completely blue—filling, crust, even the whipped cream.
“I…uh, I’m not sure,” he said. “I’ll give it some thought.” Percy narrowed his eyes. “You’re not sure?”
Sassy mf
After hearing so much at Camp Half-Blood about Percy Jackson this and Percy Jackson that, she thought he looked…well, unimpressive, especially next to Jason. Percy was more slender, about an inch shorter, with slightly longer, much darker hair.
Oop
“Lord Bacchus, do you remember me? I helped you with that missing leopard in Sonoma.” Bacchus scratched his stubbly chin. “Ah…yes. John Green.” “Jason Grace.”
This is good LMAO
“Yeah, but…I could have killed you.” “Or I could have killed you,” Percy said. Jason shrugged. “If there’d been an ocean in Kansas, maybe.” “I don’t need an ocean—”
“Boys,” Annabeth interrupted, “I’m sure you both would’ve been wonderful at killing each other. But right now, you need some rest.”
Annabeth looked at her sympathetically, as if to say: Boys are so clueless.
“Any Roman demigod would have the right to kill us on sight. But I wouldn’t worry about that. If we get across the Atlantic, they’ll give up on chasing us. They’ll assume that we’ll die in the Mediterranean—the Mare Nostrum.” Percy pointed his pizza slice at Jason. “You, sir, are a ray of sunshine.”
The other demigods stared at their plates, except for Percy, who continued to enjoy his pizza. Where he put all that food, Piper didn’t know. The guy could eat like a satyr.
Biggie
Don’t let it be Jason’s final breath. If love means anything, don’t take him away.
“The story goes that the Romans stole something important from the Greeks, back in ancient times, when the Romans conquered the Greeks’ cities.”
But the story, at least the way I heard it—it claims that if the Greeks ever found what was stolen, they’d never forgive us. They’d destroy the legion and Rome, once and for all. After what Nemesis told Leo, about Rome’s being destroyed five days from now…”
Everyone turned to Percy. Jason raised an eyebrow. “You’re Captain Salt Water. Any ideas from the expert?”
“Reyna and I did a quest there about a year ago. We were salvaging Imperial gold weapons from the C.S.S. Hunley.”
“The other place is called the Battery—it’s a park right by the harbor.
“Follow the Mark of Athena,” the goddess said. “Avenge me.”
She loved the architecture here. The houses and the gardens were very beautiful, very Roman. But she wondered why beautiful things had to be wrapped up with evil history. Or was it the other way around? Maybe the evil history made it necessary to build beautiful things, to mask the darker aspects.
Annabeth was instantly jealous. She’d always wished she had dark hair. She felt like nobody took her seriously as a blonde. She had to work twice as hard to get recognition as a strategist, an architect, a senior counselor—anything that had to do with brains.
“Never seen Jason fly before,” Percy grumbled. “He looks like a blond Superman.”
Percy and Jason stood together, their swords crossed. Annabeth got a tingle down her spine as she realized the boys were working as one, summoning the sky and the sea to do their bidding.
Ok avatar
Percy and Jason sat with their backs against the mast, their heads slumped in exhaustion.
Divas
“Not seasick. But cars make me nauseous, and…” He stopped himself. He wanted to say talking to girls, but he decided to keep that to himself.
Same
