you gave me this curse, this burden ----- I didn't ask for the wolf, nor the god
book one in the wolf series
apollo x oc ( x ethan nakamura )
the lightning thief ----- the last olympian
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A COAST GUARD BOAT PICKED THEM UP. they didn't really hang around to ask why four kids wearing street clothes were in the middle of the bay. they had to help out with the earthquake situation, after all. they dropped the teenagers off at the Santa Monica Pier, towels wrapped around their shoulders and water bottles that said IM A JUNIOR COAST GUARD! on them before speeding off to rescue more people.
"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. "Would somebody -----" "yeah, I don't get it either."
"Percy . . ." Annabeth said. "I'm sorry about your mother. I'm so sorry. . . ." "The prophecy was right," percy ignored her. "'You shall go west and face the god who has turned.' But it wasn't Hades. Hades didn't want war among the ig 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 walking and looked down at the beach, "gee, lemme think."
and there he was.
ares.
his motorcycle was rumbling, headlight turning the sand red. he was in the same clothes he'd been in at the diner, a aluminum baseball bat propped on his shoulder. bowie felt like growling at him. she glanced down behind her to see her tail was gone. Well, that was good atleast. but it would probably come back in his presence.
"Hey, kid," Ares said, seeming genuinely pleased to see percy. "You were supposed to die." "You tricked me. 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." "Who did you use? Clarisse? She was there at the winter solstice."
The idea seemed to amuse him. "Doesn't matter. The point is, kid, you're impeding the war effort. See, you've got to die in the Underworld. Then Old Seaweed will be mad at Hades for killing you. Corpse Breath will have Zeus's master bolt, so Zeus'll be mad at him. And Hades is still looking for this . . ." From his pocket he took out a ski cap ( the kind bank robbers wear ) and placed it between the handlebars of his bike. Immediately, the cap transformed into an elaborate bronze war helmet.
