Percy Jackson: Sea of Monsters Page #2

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Huh.

Add that to the long list of things

your buddy Chiron hasn't shared with you.

Chiron, Mr. D, all the rest...

they don't care about us.

To them, we're just kids.

A bunch of pawns meant to be

pushed around, told what to do.

I'm not the only half-blood

who thinks so.

Think about it.

What did I miss?

Where's Percy?

Last time I saw him,

he was getting dragged by a Colchis bull.

Hey, you.

How come you aren't barbecued?

Cyclopes are fireproof.

How did the bull get through the barrier?

Oh, my gods.

Poisoned.

Is she... ls the tree dead?

No, but dying.

A condition we're about to become

all too familiar with.

Everybody, we're going to need

a guard detail to patrol the perimeter.

It feels like she's dying all over again.

Who would do this?

Luke poisoned the tree.

Percy!

Yay, you're alive.

Yeah, I'm not the only one.

Luke let the bull in.

Without the tree's barrier...

he probably figures there's enough

demi-Titans out there

to get him what he wants.

And that would be what, exactly?

Our annihilation, Ms. La Rue.

Our annihilation.

How's the antidote coming?

Slowly.

I know this probably isn't the best time...

but there's something I have to ask you.

What is it?

It was something Luke said

about a prophecy...

how I'm mentioned in it.

Do you know anything about this?

Knowledge isn't always power, Percy.

Sometimes, it's a burden.

I know that.

But like you said,

I've been pretty unexceptional lately.

But like you said,

I've been pretty unexceptional lately.

It's got me wondering

if I'm prophecy-worthy.

They say that when the gods

wish to torture us...

they answer our prayers.

Necklace of Harmonia, Hercules' bow,

Golden Apple of Discord.

Three millennia of gods and demigods...

you'd think that someone would have

come up with a cure for Thalia's tree.

Persephone did come up with Miracle-Gro.

Maybe we can try that.

That's it.

Right here.

That is not gonna cure Thalia's tree

so much as get us all killed.

Me, in particular.

It's perfect. it's exactly what we need.

I'm taking this to Mr. D.

No.

I was hoping to spare you this onus

a little while longer, but go inside.

Upstairs, to the attic.

And when you come back down,

we'll talk some more.

Assuming you're still sane, that is.

I am the spirit of Delphi...

speaker of the prophecies

of Phoebus Apollo...

slayer of the mighty Python.

Approach, seeker, and ask.

I heard there was a prophecy about me.

Aye.

But before you learn the future,

know first the past.

Long ago, before our time...

before Olympus and the gods...

Titans ruled the world.

Led by Kronos...

a force so evil,

he devoured his own children.

But three of his sons escaped.

Zeus, Hades and Poseidon.

They destroyed Kronos...

and banished his remains

to the depths of Tartarus.

But Kronos is fated to rise again...

to exact his vengeance on Olympus,

and the world.

Only one half-blood child of the

three eldest gods can defeat him.

This child shall be our salvation...

or the cause of our destruction.

It all begins when two cousins

grapple for a fleece...

the son of the sea

and the lightning thief.

Luke.

And that half-blood

of the eldest gods...

shall reach 20 against all odds.

"And see the world in endless sleep...

"the evil soul,

cursed blade shall reap.

"A single choice shall end his days...

"Olympus to preserve or raze."

And that is "raze" with a

as in "destroy."

l asked.

Is there any chance,

any chance at all...

that I might not be the guy

in the prophecy?

The Oracle references

a half-blood of the eldest gods.

You are the only living half-blood heir

of Zeus, Hades or Poseidon.

The prophecy could refer only to you.

What if I destroy Olympus...

by not being good enough to save it?

That seems to be the question,

doesn't it?

It's absolutely out of the question.

If you could just listen to me

for one moment--

lam listening.

You want to go on a quest.

It must be Thursday.

I'm serious.

I'm absolutely sure that this is gonna work.

It was such a good year.

The Golden Fleece

can heal any living person or thing...

including Thalia's tree.

We heal the tree,

we restore the barrier around camp.

I'm surprised you want to go along

with her on this, Mr. Undershirt.

Underwood.

Whatever.

Every satyr who has ever

gone after the Fleece has died.

Right? I mentioned that to her.

But it's a risk I'm willing to take

for the good of the camp.

Look, the last I heard...

the Golden Fleece

was in the Sea of Monsters...

what the humans call

the Bermuda Triangle.

A place not only a satyr

should be afraid of.

So, the answer is no. No.

I'm sorry, Annabelle.

Annabeth.

Whatever. it's a terrible idea.

I've had a grand idea.

Unless Thalia's tree can be cured...

and the protective barrier

around our camp restored...

then every demigod, centaur,

satyr and nymph...

will be killed within days,

if not sooner.

Hey, you okay?

Don't worry, camp will be okay.

You have to have faith, right?

But fortunately,

I have considered the matter.

And after great study...

I have determined that the only thing

that has the power to save Thalia's tree...

and therefore our home...

is the Golden Fleece of myth...

What?

...whose touch...

...can heal every person

and every thing.

So, a quest, a mission of mercy,

if you will...

into uncharted and deadly waters...

with nothing less at stake

than our own survival.

Now, a satyr is naturally drawn,

as you know, to the power of the Fleece.

And therefore, it must be a satyr

who will guide a half-blood on this quest.

Thanks a lot.

Ichneutae!

Will you guide the champion?

Oh, yeah.

Good. Great! That's great!

Yeah!

As to who that champion might be,

our plight calls for only our finest hero.

The best of us,

the strongest and the bravest.

The scion of the god of war...

Clarissa!

Yes!

Thank you.

Her name, he gets right.

Hey, Clarissa. Clarissa!

What?

Don't worry about always

coming in second, Jackson.

You do get used to it.

I think, right?

Obviously, I wouldn't know.

Listen, Luke is still out there.

He's involved with the Fleece somehow...

and I've got a feeling

that he's not done yet.

Really?

Because I've got a feeling

that I don't really care.

Gosh, don't look so wounded.

Listen, there are generals,

and there are foot soldiers.

And you should feel lucky that you even

made it into the army at all.

Just try not to screw up anything

too badly while I'm gone. Okay?

Let's go.

Let's go.

"Cursed blade shall reap."

"Cursed blade shall reap."

What good is a prophecy

if you can't even understand it?

I guess you don't have

any answers either, Dad.

This was your sword.

This is a bad idea.

You don't even know

what I was gonna say.

You were going to say that you're

going after the Fleece to save the camp.

Actually, he was gonna say "we" were.

Look, I get what you're doing here.

You're worried about

the one-quest wonder thing...

and you want to make your bones.

But lchneutae and Clarisse

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