But when you’re the son of a Greek god, it happens. And now my friend Annabeth is missing, a goddess is in chains and only five half-blood heroes can join the quest to defeat the doomsday monster.
Oh and guess what. The Oracle has predicted that not all of us will survive…
“Ever had a flying burrito hit you? Well, it’s a deadly projectile, right up there with cannonballs and grenades.”
“That’s us,” he said. “Those five nuts right there.”
“The little deformed one,” Zoe suggested.
“Oh, shut up.”
“Grover was sniffing the wind, looking nervous. He fished out his acorns and threw them into the sand, then played his pipes. They rearranged themselves in a pattern that made no sense to me, but Grover looked concerned.
“Which one is me?” I asked. “The little deformed one,” Zoe suggested. “Oh, shut up.”
We Finally go out look at Dimitri’s Character Graphic.