Chapter 11
Percy's P.O.V
Mary walked through the door at around 11:30. She looked like he was just told I was dead. Or Tyson was dead. Or Luke was leaving. But despite the look on her face I couldn't help but freak out.
"Where have you been?" I exclaimed.
"With Luke," she said quietly as she lied down on her bunk. "If you don't mind Percy, I really, really want to be left alone," she sniffled.
Dang, I thought. He told her.
"Can I ask you something?" I blurted out.
She flipped over and looked at me, obviously aggravated by my continuous questioning.
"What?" she spat.
I looked at her as kindly as I could. He continued to glare at me. I sighed.
"Did you know they're leaving tomorrow?"
Her face went completely blank. No expression, no emotion what so ever. Then she sniffed again. "No. I didn't know that. Goodnight Percy."
Then she flipped over and fell asleep. I continued to watch her sleep for a while. Just to make sure she didn't have another episode.
We hadn't talked about it much – it made everyone a little uncomfortable – but Chiron and I had the feeling Apollo was involved it this. I mean, he is the god of prophecy. But why would he choose my sister to deliver a prophecy. And the scary thought was that we may never find out.