The Titan's Curse

The possibility is very great that this Annie girl is dead.”
    I wanted to strangle Mr. D. It wasn’t fair Zeus had sent him here to dry out as camp director for a hundred years. It was meant to be a punishment for Mr. D’s bad behavior on Olympus, but it ended up being a punishment for all of us.
    “Annabeth may be alive,” Chiron said, but I could tell he was having trouble sounding upbeat. He’d practically raised Annabeth all those years she was a year-round camper, before she’d given living with her dad and stepmom a second try. “She’s very bright. If . . . if our enemies have her, she will try to play for time. She may even pretend to cooperate.”
    “That’s right,” Thalia said. “Luke would want her alive.”
    “In which case,” said Mr. D, “I’m afraid she will have to be smart enough to escape on her own.”
    I got up from the table.
    “Percy.” Chiron’s tone was full of warning. In the back of my mind, I knew Mr. D was not somebody to mess with. Even if you were an impulsive ADHD kid like me, he wouldn’t give you any slack. But I was so angry I didn’t care.
    “You’re glad to lose another camper,” I said. “You’d like it if we all disappeared!”
    Mr. D stifled a yawn. “You have a point?”
    “Yeah,” I growled. “Just because you were sent here as a punishment doesn’t mean you have to be a lazy jerk! This is your civilization, too. Maybe you could try helping out a little!”
    For a second, there was no sound except the crackle of the fire. The light reflected in Mr. D’s eyes, giving him a sinister look. He opened his mouth to say something— probably a curse that would blast me to smithereens—when Nico burst into the room, followed by Grover.
    “SO COOL!” Nico yelled, holding his hands out to Chiron. “You’re . . . you’re a centaur!”
    Chiron managed a nervous smile. “Yes, Mr. di Angelo, if you please. Though, I prefer to stay in human form in this wheelchair for, ah, first encounters.”
    “And, whoa!” He looked at Mr. D. “You’re the wine dude? No way!”
    Mr. D turned his eyes away from me and gave Nico a look of loathing. “The wine dude?”
    “Dionysus, right? Oh, wow! I’ve got your figurine.”
    “My figurine.”
    “In my game, Mythomagic. And a holofoil card, too! And even though you’ve only got like five hundred attack points and everybody thinks you’re the lamest god card, I totally think your powers are sweet!”
    “Ah.” Mr. D seemed truly perplexed, which probably saved my life. “Well, that’s . . . gratifying.”
    “Percy,” Chiron said quickly, “you and Thalia go down to the cabins. Inform the campers we’ll be playing capture the flag tomorrow evening.”
    “Capture the flag?” I asked. “But we don’t have enough—”
    “It is a tradition,” Chiron said. “A friendly match, whenever the Hunters visit.”
    “Yeah,” Thalia muttered. “I bet it’s real friendly.”
    Chiron jerked his head toward Mr. D, who was still frowning as Nico talked about how many defense points all the gods had in his game. “Run along now,” Chiron told us.
    “Oh, right,” Thalia said. “Come on, Percy.”
    She hauled me out of the Big House before Dionysus could remember that he wanted to kill me.
    “You’ve already got Ares on your bad side,” Thalia reminded me as we trudged toward the cabins. “You need another immortal enemy?”
    She was right. My first summer as a camper, I’d gotten in a fight with Ares, and now he and all his children wanted to kill me. I didn’t need to make Dionysus mad, too.
    “Sorry,” I said. “I couldn’t help it. It’s just so unfair.”
    She stopped by the armory and looked out across the valley, toward the top of Half-Blood Hill. Her pine tree was still there, the Golden Fleece glittering in its lowest branch. The tree’s magic still protected the borders of camp, but it no longer used Thalia’s spirit for power.
    “Percy, everything is unfair,” Thalia muttered. “Sometimes I wish . . .”
    She didn’t finish, but her tone was so sad I felt sorry for her. With her ragged black hair and her black punk clothes, an old wool overcoat wrapped around her, she looked like some kind of huge raven, completely out of place in the white landscape.
    “We’ll get Annabeth back,” I promised. “I just don’t know how yet.”
    “First I found out that Luke is lost,” she said. “Now Annabeth—”
    “Don’t think like that.”
    “You’re right.” She straightened