“Annabeth!” I yelled. “You have to let us save her!” The auburn-haired girl turned toward me. “I’m sorry, Percy Jackson, but your friend is beyond help.” I tried to struggle to my feet, but a couple of the girls held me down. “You are in no condition to be hurling yourself off cliffs,” the auburn-haired girl said. “Let me go!” I demanded. “Who do you think you are?”
