"Well," Grover said nervously, "goodbye, sunshine."
"Hello, rocks," Tyson agreed.
And, together, the four of us descended into darkness.

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My name is Percy Jackson.
I'm twelve years old. Until a few months ago, I was a boarding student at Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York.
Am I a trouble kid?
Yeah. You could say that.

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More lights glowed in the woods, and, weirdest of all, a fire flickered in the attic window of The Big House, where the Oracle dwelt, imprisoned in an old mummified body. I wondered if the spirit of Delphiwas roasting marshmallows up there or something.

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The Hunters all groaned. Apparently they'd met Apollo before.
He cleared his throat and held up one hand dramatically.

"Green grass breaks through snow.
Artemis pleads for my help.
I am so cool.
"

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