“Annabeth.” I stopped her by the tetherball court. I knew I was asking for trouble, but I didn’t know who else to trust. Plus, I’d always depended on Annabeth for advice. “Listen, I had this dream about, um, Rachel…” I told her the whole thing, even the weird picture of Luke as a child. For a while she didn’t say anything. Then she rolled up her inspection scroll so tight she ripped it. “What do you want me to say?” “I’m not sure. You’re the best strategist I know. If you were Kronos planning this war, what would you do next?” “I’d use Typhon as a distraction. Then I’d hit Olympus directly,
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