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“You live in New York?” “What, you thought I lived at Hoover Dam?”
Clarisse from the Ares cabin was one of my least favorite people. She was a mean, ungrateful bully. Her dad, the war god, wanted to kill me. She tried to beat me to a pulp on a regular basis. Other than that, she was just great.
She glared at me and muttered, “Punk,” which must’ve meant she was in a good mood. Usually she says hello by trying to kill me.
“Yay!” he said. “Now we can eat peanut butter sandwiches and ride fish ponies! We can fight monsters and see Annabeth and make things go BOOM!”
The first time had been in the dusty attic of the Big House, where the spirit of Delphi slept inside the body of a mummified hippie lady. The second time, the Oracle had come out for a little stroll in the woods. I still had nightmares about that.
Nico had summoned the dead with Coke and cheeseburgers.
Oh, my dad is the all-powerful evil Titan lord who wants to destroy Western Civilization. I want to be just like him when I grow up!
Grover said nervously, “good-bye sunshine.” “Hello rocks,” Tyson agreed.
Annabeth stamped her foot. “What sort of help was that? ‘Here, have a sandwich. Make a wish. Oops, I can’t help you!’ Poof!” “Poof,” Tyson agreed sadly, looking at his empty plate.
“Very powerful,” Tyson said. “Wonderful! As tall as the sky. So strong they could break mountains!” “Cool,” I said. “Unless you’re a mountain.”
“You’re a monster,” Annabeth decided. Geryon stopped the moo-mobile and turned to look at her. “What gave it away? Was it the three bodies?”
“Well you see, Nico— can I call you Nico?” “No.” “You see, Nico,
Annabeth glared at me like she was going to punch me. And then she did something that surprised me even more. She kissed me.
“Well, I met Circe once, and she had a pretty nice island, too. Except she liked to turn men into guinea pigs.”
“He was probably the bravest friend I’ve ever had. He…” Then she saw me. Her face went blood red. “He’s right there!”
“Thanks.” I remembered the last time Annabeth and I had parted ways, when she’d given me a kiss for luck in Mount St. Helens. This time, all I got was the hat.
Nico hesitated. “I don’t play that game anymore. It’s for kids.” “It’s got four thousand attack power,” I coaxed. “Five thousand,” Nico corrected. “But only if your opponent attacks first.”
And you, Percy, are my favorite son.”
