Twelve Minutes. I Can Give You That.

"yeah, Flattering." Percy Raised Riptide. "but Actually I'm The Son Of Poseidon. I'm From Camp Half-blood."

Let Me Explain: There Are Dragons, And Then There Are Drakons. Drakons Are Several Millennia Older Than Dragons, Andmuch Larger. They Look Like Giant Serpents. Most Don't Have Wings. Most Don't Breathe Fire (though Some Do). All Are Poisonous. All Are Immensely Strong, With Scales Harder Than Titanium. Their Eyes Can Paralyze You; Not The Turn-you~to-stone Medusa-type Paralysis, Buttheoh~my~gods-that~big~snake~is~going~to~eat~me Type Of Paralysis, Which Is Just As Bad.

Luke Gazed At Annabeth. "you Knew. I Almost Killed You, But You Knew . . ." "shhh." Her Voice Trembled. "you Were A Hero At The End, Luke.

You Spoke The Truth, Percy Jackson. You Are Nothing Like... Like Hercules. I Am Honored That You Carry This Sword.

Egyptians Believe In The Power Of The Sunrise. They Believe Each Morning Begins Not Just A New Day, But A New World.