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BOOK TWO OF THREE !!!
Mitchell didn't expect to wake up from a nightmare, only to find himself in a real one. When he finds Percy's bed empty in the middle of the night, he freaks out.
Mitchell will do whatever it tak...
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HAVING HIS MOTHER APART OF THE MENTAL asylum club was not what Mitchell wanted nor expected. He knew that his mother had a Roman counterpart, but he hadn't thought about her much in the past few months as he had been focusing on not dying.
He sat down next to Percy but his focus wasn't on the boy next to him, which was new. Percy had a stack of blue pancakes in front of him, and poured too much syrup onto them.
"You're drowning them!" Annabeth complained.
"Hey, I'm a Poseidon kid," he said. "I can't drown. And neither can my pancakes."
Mitchell blinked and turned to face Percy and frowned. "You're gross. How can you have that much syrup?"
Percy patted his shoulder and squeezed it. "My dear Padawan, you must become one with the maple syrup and blue pancakes to understand the skills of withstanding such sugar."
"You're still gross."
To their left, Frank and Hazel used their cereal bowls to flatten out a map of Greece. They looked over it, their heads close together. Every once in a while Frank's hand would cover Hazel's, just sweet and natural like they were an old married couple, and Hazel didn't even look flustered, which was real progress for a girl from the 1940s. Until recently, if somebody said gosh darn, she would nearly faint.
At the head of the table, Jason sat uncomfortably with his T-shirt rolled up to his ribcage as Nurse Piper changed his bandages.
"Hold still," she said. "I know it hurts."
"It's just cold," he said.
Leo could hear the pain in his voice. That stupid gladius blade had pierced him all the way through. The entrance wound on his back was an ugly shade of purple and it steamed. Probably not a good sign.
Piper tried to stay positive, but privately she had told Leo how worried she was. Ambrosia, nectar and mortal medicine could only help so much. A deep cut from Celestial bronze or Imperial gold could literally dissolve a demigod's essence from the inside out. Jason might get better. He claimed he felt better. But Piper wasn't so sure. Too bad Jason wasn't a metal automaton. At least then Leo would have some idea of how to help his best friend. But with humans . . . Leo felt helpless. They broke way too easily.
"What's up, guys?" Leo strolled into the mess hall. "Aw, yes to brownies!" He grabbed the last one—from a special sea-salt recipe they'd picked up from Aphros the fish centaur at the bottom of the Atlantic.
The intercom crackled. Buford's Mini-Hedge yelled over the speakers, "PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!"
Everyone jumped. Hazel ended up five feet away from Frank. Percy spilled syrup in his orange juice. Jason awkwardly wriggled back into his T-shirt, and Frank turned into a bulldog.
