I remembered warning Percy not to trust everyone he sees, but, as always, Percy doesn’t listen. I think something bad will happen.

We walked into UPS, which is of course, OPS to us demigods. Olympic Parcel Service. Hermes wasn’t there so we could talk in private. I sprayed Mist on Percy, Grover, and myself. Percy tossed a pair of crutches and pants to Grover.

  “We are here on a mission. This is Grover and Annabeth.” He gestured to us. “We come from a place called Camp Half-Blood.” Again. He just doesn’t listen.

  “We are the descendants of gods and mortals called demigods and our camp head counselor, a centaur if you people know what that is, sent us to hear a prophecy. It said that the boy of the eldest gods, the boy that lived, the cursed blade, and the chosen one must work together.” Well, when we go back, we’re toast. Ron looked shocked and turned to Harry.

  “H-h-h-ary-y-y-y. T-t-t-hat-t-s y-you-u-u!” Ron said in a quivering voice. Harry looked at Percy and said, “We are witches and wizards. We go to a boarding school called Hogwarts. Our Minister of Magic sent us here.” Harry  seemed to have a personality like Percy.

  “Alright. We’ve gotta team up! We need to find out who the enemy is,” I said. Suddenly, there was a crash outside.

  “Quick!” Percy shouted. “Get together.” We ran outside with Harry and his group with their wands ready. We had our swords at hand. Then I saw him. The one that was supposed to be dead. The one that I had mistakenly fallen for. The one who betrayed our kind.

  Luke had come again.