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

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.

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.

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."