One was born to destroy, one was born to build.
Melanie Mavros doesn't know how it came this far. Being thrown in a new world with her best friend Percy, was not on her bucket list. Being send on a dangerous quest with the thought that she can be ki...
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Don't die
Melanie was not really in the mood to be picked up by a Coast Guard car that was driving over the beach. Apparently they tried to reach them with a boat. But the boat couldn't be there.
They didn't have much time. So they have Melanie and her friends all a water bottle and blankets to dry up. Percy by the way let him willingly get wet. And gave Grover his shoes.
The coast guard dropped them off at the Santa Monica Pier. And then the car had sped off. Melanie was still a little bit shaky by the aftermath of her outburst. But she felt better.
"I don't believe it," Annabeth said. "We went all that way—"
"It was a trick," Percy said. "A strategy worthy of Athena."
"Hey," she warned.
"You get it, don't you?"
She dropped her eyes, her anger fading. "Yeah. I get it."
"Well, I don't!" Grover complained. Melanie nodded. What was Percy implying. "Would somebody—"
"Percy ..." Annabeth said. "I'm sorry about your mother. I'm so sorry...."
Percy avoided eye contact and kicked a small stone away with his bare foot. He winced in pain. "The prophecy was right," He said. "You shall go west and face the god who has turned.' But it wasn't Hades. Hades didn't want war among the Big Three. Someone else pulled off the theft. Someone stole Zeus's master bolt, and Hades's helm, and framed me because I'm Poseidon's kid. Poseidon will get blamed by both sides. By sundown today, there will be a three-way war. And I'll have caused it."
Grover shook his head, mystified. "But who would be that sneaky? Who would want war that bad?"
Percy stopped in his tracks, looking down the beach. "Gee, let me think."
"Obviously he wasn't just satisfied with being a biker." Melanie mumbled.
There he was, waiting for them, in his black leather duster and his sunglasses, an aluminum baseball bat propped on his shoulder. His motorcycle rumbled beside him, its headlight turning the sand red.
"Hey, kid," Ares said, seeming genuinely pleased to see Percy. "You were supposed to die."
What are those amazing words. Melanie thought sarcastically.
"You tricked me," Percy said his eyes narrowing in anger. "You stole the helm and the master bolt."
Ares grinned. "Well, now, I didn't steal them personally. Gods taking each other's symbols of power—that's a big no-no. But you're not the only hero in the world who can run errands."
Of course. The gods were to scared. Cowards.
"Who did you use? Clarisse? She was there at the winter solstice."
