“But you can’t hide things from the gods. Not forever.” “I don’t need forever,” I said. “Just two years. Until I’m sixteen.” Annabeth paled. “But, Percy, this means the prophecy might not be about you. It might be about Nico. We have to—” “No,” I said. “I choose the prophecy. It will be about me.” “Why are you saying that?” she cried. “You want to be responsible for the whole world?” It was the last thing I wanted, but I didn’t say that. I knew I had to step up and claim it.
