Months after

"What? Why?!" Annabeth asked, from the backseat.
"Because of that one crazy night." Mr. D. said. "I had to keep replaying that night it was so good."
"Wait, Mr. D. saw what happened?"
"Yes. Hephaestus TV. All of Olympus knows."
"But why do they want all three of us dead, dad?" Bella said, looking at the rest of us.
"Nobody wants you dead, Bella dear." He said, patting her head.
"But you said that the Gods want all three of us dead."

"They don't want you dead, honey boo. They want the other three dead." He said, looking back at Annabeth and me.
"But, that's only two..." Annabeth paused, looking down.
Mr. D. smiled.

Annabeth exhaled. "You have to be kidding me."


We crashed right into Olympus, landing at the bottom of the mountain.
"We're here, kiddies."
We all got out, Annabeth and I still stunned about what the Wine Dude just said.
We hiked up the mountain. When we got to the top, Poseidon was sitting at the entrance.
Uh oh.
"Son," He said in the most menacing voice he could muster.
A smile grew on his face. "That's my boy!" He patted my back.
"Dad!" I said, slapping his arm. "What the Hades?"

We entered the palace of the Gods, and every God that was there, was quiet.

Except one.

"PERSEUS JACKSON!" Athena yelled. Hephaestus and Ares were holding her back with all of their might, and they were struggling.
"YOU ARE DEAD!"
"Um, Annabeth..." I said. "I don't think your mom will approve of this."

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