That Really Was Not Fun,

There!" Mars Finished Writing And Threw The Scroll At Octavian. "a Prophecy. You Can Add It To Your Books, Engrave It On The Floor, Whatever." Octavian Read The Scroll. "this Says, 'go To Alaska. Find Thanatos And Free Him. Come Back By Sundown On June Twenty-fourth Or Die'." "yes," Mars Said. "is That Not Clear?" "well, My Lord...usually Prophecies Are Unclear. They're Wrapped In Riddles. They Rhyme, And..." Mars Casually Popped Another Grenade Off His Belt. "yes?" "the Prophecy Is Clear!" Octavian Announced. "a Quest!

I've Found Peace Here At The Co-op. You Could Stay With Us, If You Want. Become A Roflcopter.

Now, My Brethren!" Poseidon's Voice Was So Loud I Wasn't Sure If I Was Hearing It From The Smoke Image Or From All The Way Across Town. "strike For Olympus!

I Pulled Out Riptide.

The Death Mist Is Not For Helping!" Akhlys Shrieked. "it Shrouds Mortals In Misery As Their Souls Pass Into The Underworld. It Is The Very Breath Of Tartarus, Of Death, Of Despair!" "awesome," Percy Said. "could We Get Two Orders Of That To Go?