the brand of antenea timeline.

Until he ran into the explosive statue, Annabeth believed she was ready
for anything.
He had strolled the deck of his flying warship, the Argo II,
checking again and again the scorpion crossbows to make sure that
They had the insurance on. He confirmed that the white flag indicating that they were coming
in the sound of peace he waved on the mast. He reviewed the plan with the rest of the crew .

A sea of demigods grouped hurriedly opened to make way for
Annabeth when she crossed the forum. Some seemed tense, others nervous.
Some were bandaged after their recent battle with the monsters,
But none was armed. None attacked.

Annabeth wanted to have an appetite because the Romans knew how to feed.
Couches and low tables were moved to the forum until it looked like a room
of furniture samples

Annabeth wanted to hate New Rome. But as a budding architect, no
I could at least admire the terraced gardens, the fountains and the
temples, the winding cobbled streets and the gleaming country houses
white After the war of the Titans that had taken place the previous year,
he had got the job of his dreams: redesign the palaces of the mountain
Olympus. But then, walking through that miniature city, I kept on
to think: "I should have built a dome like that

Leo wished he could invent a time machine. I'd go back two hours and
I would undo what had happened. Either that or invent a slapping machine to
punish himself, although he doubted that it hurt as much as the look that
Annabeth was throwing him. Frank nodded.
Leo felt even worse, if that was possible. Now Annabeth trusted more than
a Roman demigod whom I had known for three seconds as Leo

Riding Arion was the best thing that had happened to Leo all day, which didn't
It was saying a lot, considering that his day had been quite disgusting. The
Horse hooves turned the surface of the lake into a salty haze. Leo
He placed his hand against the horse's side and noticed that his muscles were working
Like a well-oiled machine. For the first time, he understood why
Car engines were measured in horses. Arion was a Maserati with four
legs

"Who is your aunt Rosa?" Asked Hazel.
Leo didn't want to talk about her. Nemesis' words still echoed in
your ears His tool belt looked heavier since he had
I put the cookie, which was impossible. The belt pockets could
transport anything without adding additional weight. Not even the objects anymore
Fragile were breaking. Even so, Leo imagined her in there, dragging him toward
below, waiting to be open.

Piper didn't want to use the knife.
But sitting in Jason's cabin, waiting for him to wake up, he
I felt lonely and hopeless.
Jason was so pale that he could have been dead. Piper remembered the
awful sound of the brick hitting him in the forehead: a wound that had
received because he had tried to protect her from the Romans.

Piper had a hard time falling asleep.
Coach Hedge spent the first hour after curfew
making the night round, walking down the hall while shouting: "Turn off the
lights! Pick up! As I caught someone slipping away, I will send him out of a
slap to Long Island!
Every time he heard a noise he knocked on the door of a cabin with his bat
baseball, screaming at everyone to fall asleep, which made it impossible to keep an eye on.

If it hadn't been for the horses, Piper would have died.
Jason and Percy charged each other, but Tempest and Blackjack got
they planted before her long enough for Piper to jump away.
He rolled on the ground to the edge of the road and looked back, confused and
horrified, while the boys crossed their swords, gold against bronze.
Sparks jumped. The leaves became blurry — attack and stop — and the roadway
trembled

Piper couldn't explain how he knew.
The tales of ghosts and tormented souls had always given him a
heinous fear. His father used to joke about his grandfather's Cherokee legends
Tom on the reservation, but even at home, in his large Malibu mansion with views
to the Pacific, every time he told the ghost stories again, Piper didn't
he got them out of his head

Let Leo forget about the smoke-scented smoke curtain. Percy
I wanted Leo to invent an anti-dream hat.
That night he had nightmares. First he dreamed that he was again in Alaska,
Looking for the legion eagle. I was walking on a mountain road, but in
When he left the shoulder, he was swallowed by a swamp. He saw himself drowning in mud,
unable to move or breathe. For the first time in his life, he understood what
It was drowning.

Percy had seen Frank surrounded by cannibal ogres, facing a giant
impossible to kill and even freeing Thanatos, the god of death. But
I had never seen Frank as terrified as I was at that moment, discovering that
the two had fallen asleep in the stables. Frank pointed to the barn doors. We have to
meet for breakfast. Are you willing to explain what you have done ...
I mean, what have you not done? I don't want that faun ... I say, satyr ...
kill me

Percy came out on deck and said:
—Well.
They had landed near the top of a forested mountain. A complex of
white buildings, such as a museum or a university, were sheltered in a
Pine grove on the left. Under them stretched the city of
Atlanta: a group of brown and silver skyscrapers three miles from
distance that stood on what looked like an endless flat surface of
highways, railroad tracks, houses and green forest strips.

Annabeth was trying to cheer up Hazel, telling her the best moments
of Alga Brains to entertain her, when Frank walked backwards
corridor and broke into his cabin, ie, Piper and Jason, who had been eating in the dining room, climbed
running down the stairs

That night Annabeth had no nightmares, which bothered her when she woke up, like the
Calm that precedes a storm.
Leo docked the ship at a jetty at Charleston Harbor, right next door
from the boardwalk. Along the shore opened the historic neighborhood, with high
mansions, palm trees and wrought iron railings. Ancient cannons pointed to
Water.
When Annabeth went on deck, Jason, Frank and Leo had already left

After making a raid on a museum full of Confederate ghosts,
Leo didn't think the day could go worse. I was wrong.
They had not found anything in the submarine of the Civil War or in
no other part of the museum; just a few old tourists, a guardian of
security dozing and - when trying to inspect the artifacts - a battalion
whole of shiny zombies with gray uniforms.

They were in the courtyard of an old monastery-like enclosure. The walls of
Red brick were covered with vines. Great magnolias had cracked the
road. The sun was down, and the humidity was two hundred percent, plus
still high than in Houston. Somewhere nearby, Leo sensed a smell of
fried fish. Above, the cloud cover was low and looked gray,
furrowed with stripes like a tiger skin.

Leo deserved a silly hood.
If I had thought clearly, I would have changed the detection system of the
Sonar radar as soon as you leave the port of Charleston. That was what there was
forgotten. He had designed the helmet to resonate every few seconds and
send waves through the fog to warn Festo of the presence of
monsters in the immediate vicinity, but it only worked in a certain way:
water or air

Afros looked like his brother, only that he was blue instead of green and very much
larger. I had Arnold Schwarzenegger's abs and arms in the
Terminator paper and a square and rough head. A huge sword, to the
that Conan would have approved, was attached with a strap to his
back. He even had more hair: a huge sphere of black curls
bluish, so thick that their lobster claws seemed to be sinking
Try to swim to the surface.

Piper had a new entry on his list of the ten times he had
more useless sense. As far as Piper was concerned, all he could do was look at his dagger
Katoptris, trying to locate Leo, Hazel and Frank. The only images that
I saw were the ones I didn't want to see: three black SUVs heading towards the
north from Charleston, crammed with Roman demigods, and Reyna sitting at
steering wheel of the first car

The next morning Piper woke up to the sound of a ship's horn
different: a noise so loud that it literally shook it off the bed.
He wondered if Leo was spending another joke on them. Then the horn came back
To rumble It seemed to come from several hundred meters away, from
another ship
He ran to get dressed. When he climbed onto the deck, the others had already gathered;
everyone had dressed hurriedly except coach Hedge, who had
done the night shift

They climbed a mountain heavily and went down to a thick valley
wooded, being careful to avoid snakes with black and red stripes that
they sunbathed on the rocks. Mosquitoes swarmed over puddles
stuck in the lower areas. The trees were mostly olive trees,
cypresses and dwarf pines. The song of cicadas and the suffocating heat remembered
to Piper the Oklahoma reservation during the summer

Percy wasn't exactly like castanets.
First, evil sea gods had driven him out of Atlanta. Then
He had not been able to prevent the attack of a giant prawn in Argo II. Later
The ichthiocentaurs, the Chiron brothers, had not even wanted to meet him.
After all that, they had reached the Pillars of Hercules, and Percy
had had to stay on board while Jason the Important visited his
Stepbrother Hercules, the most famous demigod of all time.

Percy's heart pounded as Crisaor walked from side to side,
inspecting them like a valuable cattle. A dozen of their warriors
they remained forming a circle around them, aiming with the spears at
Percy's chest, while other dozens sacked the ship, hitting and
making noise under cover. One climbed the ladder with a box of
Ragweed. Another was with arms loaded with crossbow arrows and a box with
greek fire

Nothing like a resounding failure to generate great ideas.
While Percy remained unarmed and defeated, the plan took shape in his
mind. He was so used to Annabeth giving him information
about Greek endas law that was quite surprised to remember something useful but
He had to act quickly. He couldn't let something happen to his friends.
I wasn't going to lose Annabeth ... again, no.
Crisaor was invincible. At least in a duel. But without his crew ...

In other circumstances, walking around Rome with Annabeth would have been amazing.
They toured the winding streets holding hands, dodging cars and
reckless Vespa motorcyclists, making their way through the crowds of
tourists and walking among seas of pigeons. The day warmed fast. When
moved away from the exhaust gases that drove cars on the streets
Main, the air smelled of baked bread and freshly cut flowers.

Annabeth thought it could have been worse. If I had to undertake a
horrifying solo mission, at least before he had had a chance to
Eat with Percy on the banks of the Tiber. And at that moment I had the opportunity to give
A motorcycle ride with Gregory Peck.
He knew about the existence of that old movie thanks to his father. During the
recent years, since the two had made peace, more had passed
time together, and she had discovered that her father had a cheesy side

Hanging in the air, going down with one hand behind the other while the stairs
swaying violently, Annabeth thanked Chiron for all the years
of training in the climbing course taught at the Camp
Half Blood. Repeatedly, he had complained strongly claiming that
Climbing a rope would not help you beat a monster. Chiron was limited
to smile, as if he knew that day would come.

Annabeth thought she knew what the pain was. He had fallen from the lava wall in
The Mestizo Camp. She had been stabbed in the arm with a knife
poisoned on the Williamsburg bridge. He had even carried the weight of
Heaven on his shoulders.
But that was nothing compared to falling fully on the ankle.
He knew immediately that he had broken it. The pain went up his leg until the
Hip like a burning steel wire. The world came down to her, her ankle and
the torment.

Leo wished he wasn't that good.
Really, sometimes he was ashamed. If I hadn't had such a good eye for
mechanical things, they might not have found the secret channel, I don't know
they would have lost underground and would not have been attacked by metallic creatures.
But I couldn't help it.
Part of the fault was Hazel. To be a girl with supersense
underground, it was not much help in Rome. He just turned them around
and more around the city, get dizzy and retrace your steps

A problem solved: the gate above them closed
automatically and blocked his pursuers. It also blocked all the light,
but Leo and Frank could deal with that. Leo just hoped they didn't have to
exit where they had entered. I wasn't sure I could open the
tile from below.
At least the possessed manatees were on the other side. Marble floor
trembled on Leo's head, as if some thick tourist feet were
Kicking.
Frank must have recovered the human form. Leo heard him solve in the
darkness.

Leo agreed with Nemesis on one thing: good luck was a farce.
At least when it came to Leo's fate.
Last winter I had witnessed horrified as a family of
Cyclops was preparing to roast Jason and Piper with hot sauce. He had
managed to escape thanks to his ingenuity and had saved his friends without help
Nobody's, but at least then he had time to think.

We have too many things to worry about, ”he said. Y
Honestly, before last month I didn't even know when my birthday was.
Thalia told me the last time she was at the camp.
Piper wondered how it must be to not even know the day you had
born. Jason had been delivered to Lupa the wolf when he was only two years old. Do not
He had come to know his mortal mother. And he hadn't met his
Sister until last winter.

They descended cautiously. Percy took the lead wielding
Countercurrent Piper followed him, and Jason was behind, covering their backs. The
Staircase was a narrow masonry corkscrew whose diameter did not pass
of one meter and eighty centimeters. Even though Percy had said they had
Freeway, Piper kept his eyes open in case there were traps. In each curve of
the ladder was waiting for an ambush

Piper needed a miracle, not a bedtime story. But just then,
crippled by shock as black water surrounded her legs,
he recalled the legend that Aqueloo had mentioned: the story of the flood.
Not Noah's story, but the Cherokee version that his father used to tell him,
with the dancing ghosts and the dog skeleton.
When she was little, she snuggled up beside her father in her big
seat. He watched the coast of Malibu through the windows, and his father