Her hair had come loose and was hanging in a tangled blond curtain all around her face. Her gray eyes looked almost black. “I’ve wanted to lead a quest since I was seven,” she said. “You’re going to do awesome.” She looked at me gratefully, but then stared down at all the books and scrolls she’d pulled from the shelves. “I’m worried, Percy. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked you to do this. Or Tyson and Grover.” “Hey, we’re your friends. We wouldn’t miss it.” “But…” She stopped herself. “What is it?” I asked. “The prophecy?” “I’m sure it’s fine,” she said in a small voice. “What was the last line?”
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