Percy Jackson and the Olympians: the lightning thief

"I don't know."

 

I told her I got the feeling Chiron wanted me to stay year-round, to put in more individual training time, but I wasn't sure that's what I wanted. I admitted I'd feel bad about leaving her alone, though, with only Clarisse for company….

 

Annabeth pursed her lips, then said quietly, "I'm going home for the year, Percy." I stared at her. "You mean, to your dad's?"

 

She pointed toward the crest of HalfBlood Hill. Next to Thalia's pine tree, at the very edge of the camp's magical boundaries, a family stood silhouetted—two little children, a woman, and a tall man with blond hair. They seemed to be waiting. The man was holding a backpack that looked like the one Annabeth had gotten from Waterland in Denver.

 

"I wrote him a letter when we got back," Annabeth said. "Just like you suggested. I told him

 

... I was sorry. I'd come home for the school year if he still wanted me. He wrote back immediately. We decided ... we'd give it another try."

 

"That took guts."

 

She pursed her lips. "You won't try anything stupid during the school year, will you? At least

 

… not without sending me an Iris-message?"

 

I managed a smile. "I won't go looking for trouble. I usually don't have to."

 

"When I get back next summer," she said, "we'll hunt down Luke. We'll ask for a quest, but if we don't get approval, we'll sneak off and do it anyway. Agreed?"

 

"Sounds like a plan worthy of Athena."

 

She held out her hand. I shook it.

 

"Take care, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth told me. "Keep your eyes open."

 

"You too, Wise Girl."

 

I watched her walk up the hill and join her family. She gave her father an awkward hug and looked back at the valley one last time. She touched Thalia's pine tree, then allowed herself to be lead over the crest and into the mortal world.

 

For the first time at camp, I felt truly alone. I looked out at Long Island Sound and I remembered my father saying, The sea does not like to be restrained. I made my decision.

 

I wondered, if Poseidon were watching, would he approve of my choice?

 

"I'll be back next summer," I promised him. "I'll survive until then. After all, I am your son." I asked Argus to take me down to cabin three, so I could pack my bags for home.

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