“You’re wounded,” Annabeth told me. “Quick, Percy, get in the water.” “I’m okay.” “No, you’re not,” she said. “Chiron, watch this.” I was too tired to argue. I stepped back into the creek, the whole camp gathering around me. Instantly, I felt better. I could feel the cuts on my chest closing up. Some of the campers gasped. “Look, I—I don’t know why,” I said, trying to apologize. “I’m sorry.…” But they weren’t watching my wounds heal. They were staring at something above my head. “Percy,” Annabeth said, pointing. “Um…” By the time I looked up, the sign was already fading, but I could still make
...more
