Author's Note: We meet again. I hope you like this, cause it took me like a week of thinking about this before bed to get it down.
"Yeah," Percy agreed. "And it didn't end there. Hera, queen of the gods, kidnapped me on my winter break the next year and put me to sleep for eight months and took away my memory. She then replaced me with a Roman demigod, a son of Jupiter who she also mind wiped. He ended up going on a quest, but I can't remember the specifics. Then, when Hera woke me, I was trained as the Romans were and eventually found my way to their camp. I, too, went on a quest there for the legion's standard, which had been lost in Alaska.
"I ended up freeing the god of death with two friends, Frank and Hazel, and falling off another cliff. We became good friends, and right when I got back to Camp Jupiter, Annabeth and three other friends showed up in a flying warship. By then, however I was a praetor of the camp, which is their term for leader. On my quest, I had the opportunity to drink Gorgon's blood, the kind that was supposed to heal any malady, so I began to regain my memories.
"Then we went on a quest to stop giants, the second brood of Gaea, the earth goddess, from waking Gaea. A lot of what happened to us was really dangerous, and should have been memorable, but I honestly don't remember that much, because Annabeth and I fell into Tartarus."
I glanced back and forth between Annabeth and Percy, sure they were joking. "But, Tartarus is supposed to be inescapable, a bottomless pit!"
"Yeah," Annabeth said, her eyes haunted. "That's what we thought too, until we learned otherwise through experience. It...it's unforgettable, and not in a good way. I...we still can't really talk about it."
"In, the end," Percy continued. "We defeated the giants, and even though Gaea did manage to wake, as she used the blood of Annabeth and me. It wouldn't have worked, but I got this stupid nosebleed during the battle and one drop of blood fell on the ground.
"So, that was another crisis solved, but we weren't finished yet. We met these two kids named Carter and Sadie Kane who were Egyptian magicians. They had once had ancient Egyptian gods living in their heads and helped us fight of a couple bad guys. First, it was a giant crocodile the size of an eighteen-wheeler wearing a magic necklace that enhanced its size, then a god from the time where Alexander the Great ruled Egypt and Greek and Egyptian religions were mixed, and finally a magician who was actually dead and was trying to return to life and become a god."
I laughed. "Dude, what is wrong with your lives?"
They laughed too.
"Percy, you left a lot of our story out," Annabeth scolded when their laughter had subsided. "What about your Cyclops half-brother, me getting kidnapped by Atlas, meeting the lost god Pan, fighting Hyperborean, Thalia coming back to life, and all that other stuff?"
"Well, if I told him every little thing that's happened to me and you in the past five years, we'd be here forever!" Then he glanced over his shoulder like something was bothering him, and froze.
"Um, guys, don't look now, but we've got a special friend here."
Annabeth looked and cursed. "Styx! How many times are you gonna have to kill that guy, Percy?" She pulled a glowing bronze knife from a sheath in her shirtsleeve that I hadn't noticed before. Percy took his pen out of his pocket and uncapped it. The pen grew into a sword made of the same glowing bronze as Annabeth's knife.
"What is it?" I asked Annabeth and Percy, not sure why they were so worried. Then I looked over their shoulders and saw a weird half-man, half-bull. Even I had heard myths about the creature that used to live in the middle of the Labyrinth.
The monster's head was ridiculously large in proportion to his body, raising him to a height of about nine feet. His clothing looked ancient, although not in the same way that Magnus had seen as of yet. That was most likely because the monster was Greek. He was wearing leather armour that looked pretty normal on top, but the bottoms were ridiculous; some kind of leather skirt. In the monster's hands, there was a huge axe with dozens of strands of clay beads exactly like the ones Annabeth and Percy wore. I realized they must be trophies.
"Is that the Minotaur?" I asked nervously.
"Yes," Percy replied tersely. "This is the third time I've had to kill him."
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