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Do Yourself A Favor,' I Said. "forget It. Forget You Ever Saw Me." "forget That You Tried To Kill Me Too?" "yeah. That, Too." "but Who Are You?" "percy-" I Started To Say. Then The Skeletons Turned Around. "gotta Go!" "what Kind Of Name Is Percy Gotta-go?" I Bolted For The Exit.

Grover Didn't Say Anything For Awhile. Then, When I Thought He Was Going To Give Me Some Deep Philosophical Comment To Make Me Feel Better, He Said, "can I Have Your Apple?

There!" Mars Finished Writing And Threw The Scroll At Octavian. "a Prophecy. You Can Add It To Your Books, Engrave It On The Floor, Whatever." Octavian Read The Scroll. "this Says, 'go To Alaska. Find Thanatos And Free Him. Come Back By Sundown On June Twenty-fourth Or Die'." "yes," Mars Said. "is That Not Clear?" "well, My Lord...usually Prophecies Are Unclear. They're Wrapped In Riddles. They Rhyme, And..." Mars Casually Popped Another Grenade Off His Belt. "yes?" "the Prophecy Is Clear!" Octavian Announced. "a Quest!

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Percy Tried To Remember. He Really Did. For Some Reason, Annabeth And He Had Visited A Spa And Decided To Destroy It. He Couldn't Imagine Why. Maybe They Hadn't Like The Deep-tissue Massage? Maybe They'd Gotten Bad Manicures?