Chapter 2
Thalia's POV
"Artemis left me in charge saying she was going on a 'mission'. I guess she was lying, huh?"
"Yeah. They're all holed up in Olympus."
"So what are we going to do?" I asked
"Mexico. We go to Mexico. To meet Bacchus...Dionysus... Same thing. We need to get a clearer picture on the situation."
"Oh Gods...why him?"
"He's the only one down here."
"So there's no chance of getting any help from the other gods?"
"There's absolutely no way of communicating with them. All the ways up there are blocked. The same thing that happened with in war with Gaea."
"Are the camps OK?"
"Yeah. Just don't want to get them involved. Yet. Too dangerous. "
"OK. Hm...we need more people. Maybe I could ask Grover and Rachel? "
"We don't really have many options"
"Fine then. Let's go to Mexico."
Annabeth's POV
The sea that crashed against the cliffs looked dull today. It seemed so sad. It almost looked like it was grieving someone's death. Someone close to its heart, perhaps its best friend.
The shackles around her neck and wrists got tighter. The walls were closing in. She could barely breathe.
Was this the end?