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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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MITCHELL WASN'T TOO FOND OF THE IDEA OF getting attacked by giants. He also wasn't liking the idea of being held captive by giants.
"They arrived just as you foresaw, Enceladus! Well done!" The giant king announced. He watched as Percy, Annabeth and Mitchell writhed and squirmed around.
"It was simple, my king." Enceladus said. The flame designs gleamed on his armour. His spear burned with purplish fire. He only needed one hand to hold his captive.
Despite all of Percy Jackson's power, despite everything he had survived, in the end he was helpless against the sheer strength of the giant — and the inevitability of the prophecy.
"I knew these two would lead the assault," Enceladus continued, ignoring Mitchell's presence. "I understand how they think. Athena and Poseidon ... they were just like these children! They both came here thinking to claim this city. Their arrogance has undone them!"
Over the roar of the crowd, Mitchell could barely hear himself think, but he replayed Enceladus's words: these two would lead the assault. His heart raced. The giants had expected Percy and Annabeth. They didn't expect him or Piper.
Annabeth tried to say something, but the giantess Periboia shook her by the neck. "Shut up! None of your silver-tongued trickery!" The princess drew a hunting knife as long as Piper's sword. "Let me do the honours, Father!"
"Wait, Daughter." The king stepped back. "The sacrifice must be done properly. Thoon, destroyer of the Fates, come forward!"
The wizened grey giant shuffled into sight, holding an oversized meat cleaver. He fixed his milky eyes on Annabeth. Percy shouted. At the other end of the Acropolis, a hundred yards away, a geyser of water shot into the sky.
King Porphyrion laughed. "You'll have to do better than that, son of Poseidon. The earth is too powerful here. Even your father wouldn't be able to summon more than a salty spring. But never fear. The only liquid we require from you is your blood!"
Thoon knelt and touched the blade of his cleaver reverently against the earth. "Mother Gaia . . ." His voice was impossibly deep, shaking the ruins, making the metal scaffold resonate under Mitchell's feet. "In ancient times, blood mixed with your soil to create life. Now, let the blood of these demigods return the favour. We bring you to full wakefulness. We greet you as our eternal mistress!"
Without thinking, Piper leaped from the scaffolding. She sailed over the heads of the Cyclopes and ogres, landed in the centre of the courtyard and pushed her way into the circle of giants. As Thoon rose to use his cleaver, Piper slashed upward with her sword. She took off Thoon's hand at the wrist.
