Prologue
It wasn't my fault.
Seriously, if we hadn't been visiting Percy's family in Quebec it would never have happened. So, yes, I had the map, got us lost, and that kind of eventually started a war between Gods - a totally different war - but it wasn't my fault. It wasn't a conscious decision or anything, it just... happened. It's too late now. I can't take it back and I, Annabeth Chase, have to live with the memory. But it can't be my fault. Because if it is, how am I supposed to live with myself? Knowing that I almost destroyed the home of my new friends, and sparked the war that lost them their family and friends? I couldn't... I couldn't... I can't...