Chapter 31

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Caleb's POV

Enoch sat in front of me, on the Posiedon table.

Percy glanced at him and raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. I put down my fork.

"We need to talk."

"Where's Carl?"

Enoch glanced at the newly built Nemesis table. I sighed.

"Talk about what."

He crossed his arms. "You've changed."

"Into me. Which doesn't make any sense." Percy mumbled loudly.

"Oh, shut up."

He wrinkled his nose and resumed eating.

"Go on."

Enoch sighed, his platinum blonde hair falling into his eyes.

"By the way, you need a haircut."

He ruffled his hair. "Whatever. Explain what happened till now."

"I am from the future, or something whatever like it. If I save the world here, I can get my life back. So I want to."

"What about Caleb?"

"He's dead. He was dead in the first place. Barely a demigod actually." I wiped my mouth. "Done?"

"No."

"Then do it quick."

"I want you to leave."

"Enoch?"

Chiron narrowed his eyes at us. "You should be sittting at the Iris table. I think you know that."

"No." I replied, completely ignoring Chiron.

"Percy-"

"What." Percy said crossly, obviously vexed at the fact that Chiron had gotten my name mixed up with his.

"Caleb." He said in a warning tone.

"I am never going back." I snarled. "I would rather rot in the corners of Tartarus alive than go back."

"Can't you see that's for the best?" He met my eyes evenly, his eyes an icy blue. "The best for Annabeth?" He exaggerated.

"Don't drag in Annabeth in this conversation." Percy said menacingly.

"Yeah." I agreed. "Don't do that. It's bad."

Enoch paused for a moment. "Go back." He repeated.

"Make me."

"Enoch. This was already chosen by the councilers-"

"So I have no right to talk about this?"

Chiron hesitated. "... no, but-"

"You should know better. Go back."

"Stop being a coward and face the fact that you can die anytime without my help."

"Well then you can face the fact that you're going to kill all of us."

I clenched my fists. "I won't. Not this time."

"How can we trust you?"

Anger welled up inside me, but I knew he was right.

How could they trust me.

"Shut up."

"If you care so much about camp, you should leave. Now."

"You don't understand."

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