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Annabeth handed me the parchment. It felt dry and old, and my fingers fumbled with the string. I uncurled the paper, trying not to rip it, and began to read:

'A half-blood of the eldest dogs...'

'Er, Percy?' Annabeth interrupted. 'That`s gods. Not dogs.'
'Oh, right,' I said. Being dyslxic is one mark of a demigod, and sometimes I really hate it. The more nervous I am, the worse my reading gets.