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92 - very scary

WHEN SHE RECOUNTED her dream for Percy, the ship's toilets exploded.

"No way are you two going down there alone," Percy said.

Leo ran down the hall waving a wrench. "Man, did you have to destroy the plumbing?"

Percy ignored him. Water ran down the gangway. The hull rumbled as more pipes burst and sinks overflowed. Briar guessed that Percy hadn't meant to cause so much damage, but his glowering expression made her want to leave the ship as soon as possible.

"We'll be all right," Annabeth told him. "Briar foresaw the two of us going down there, so that's what needs to happen."

Percy glared at Briar like it was all her fault. "And this Mimas dude? I'm guessing he's a giant?"

"Probably," she said, chewing a piece of gum. "Porphyrion called him our brother."

"And a bronze statue surrounded by fire," Percy said. "And those . . . other things you mentioned. Mackies?"

"Makhai," Briar snickered. "I think the word means battles in Greek, but I don't know why that matters, exactly."

"That's my point!" Percy said. "We don't know what's down there. I'm going with you."

"No." Annabeth put her hand on his arm. "If the giants want our blood, the last thing we need is a boy and a girl going down there together. Remember? They want one of each for their big sacrifice."

"Then I'll get Jason," Percy said. "And the two of us –"

"Seaweed Brain, are you implying that two boys can handle this better than two girls?"

"No. I mean . . . no. But –"

Annabeth kissed him. "We'll be back before you know it."

Briar followed her upstairs before the whole lower deck could flood with toilet water. "Tell Rey I said bye!" she called behind her.

An hour later, the two of them stood on a hill overlooking the ruins of Ancient Sparta. They'd already scouted the modern city, which, strangely, reminded Briar of Albuquerque – a bunch of low, boxy, whitewashed buildings sprawled across a plain at the foot of some purplish mountains. Annabeth had insisted on checking the archaeology museum, then the giant metal statue of the Spartan warrior in the public square, then the National Museum of Olives and Olive Oil ( yes, that was a real thing ). Briar had learned more about olive oil than she ever wanted to know, but no giants attacked them. They found no statues of chained gods.

Annabeth seemed reluctant to check the ruins on the edge of town, but finally they ran out of other places to look.

There wasn't much to see. According to Annabeth, the hill they stood on had once been Sparta's acropolis – its highest point and main fortress – but it was nothing like the massive Athenian acropolis Briar had seen in her dreams.

The weathered slope was covered with dead grass, rocks and stunted olive trees. Below, ruins stretched out for maybe a quarter of a mile: limestone blocks, a few broken walls and some tiled holes in the ground like wells.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead. "You'd think if there was a thirty-foot-tall giant around we'd see him."

Annabeth stared at the distant shape of the Argo II floating above downtown Sparta. She fingered the red coral pendant on her necklace – a gift from Percy when they started dating.

"You're thinking about Percy," Briar guessed. It wasn't exactly a far-fetched idea.

Annabeth nodded.

Since she'd come back from Tartarus, Annabeth had told Briar a lot of scary things that had happened down there. At the top of her list: Percy controlling a tide of poison and suffocating the goddess Akhlys.