Prologue
Percy's P.O.V.
Annabeth runs her hands nervously along her skirt. "I can't believe we're going to a movie together."
"Calm down, Annabeth," I reassure her. "It's going to be fine."
"I trust you, Percy," Annabeth whispered.
"Good," I replied. "Come on then. Let's go catch that movie."
Right now, you are all probably screaming "WHAT?" That's because you think I hate her. Well, I did. Let's go back to three weeks earlier, when all of this began.
