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The Dark Prophecy
by Rick Riordan
loved it so so much <3
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"Lo!" I said. "I arrived at Camp Half-Blood as Lester Papadopoulos!"
"A pathetic mortal!" Calypso chorused. "Most worthless of teens!"
I glared at her, but I didn't dare stop my performance again. "I overcame many
challenges with my companion, Meg McCaffrey!"
"He means his master!" Calypso added. "A twelve-year-old girl! Behold her pa-
thetic slave, Lester, most worthless of teens!"
The policeman huffed impatiently. "We know all this. The emperor told us."
"Shh," said Nanette. "Be polite."
I put my hand over my heart. "We secured the Grove of Dodona, an ancient Ora-cle, and thwarted the plans of Nero! But alas, Meg McCaffrey fled from me. Her evil stepfather had poisoned her mind!"
"Poison!" Calypso cried. "Like the breath of Lester Papadopoulos, most worthless
of teens!"
I resisted the urge to push Calypso into the flower bed.
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I was amusing myself by throwing grapes at Commodus's mouth. Of course, I never missed unless I wanted to, but it was fun to watch the fruit bounce off Commodus's nose.
"You are terrible," he teased me.
And you are perfect, I thought, but I merely smiled.
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I imagined Trophonius's head transposed on his body—my son's agonized voice crying to the heavens, Take me instead! Save him,
Father, please!
This blended with the face of Commodus, staring at me, wounded and betrayed as
his carotid pulse hammered against my hands. You. Blessed. Me.
I sobbed and hugged the commode— the only thing in the universe that wasn't spinning. Was there anyone I hadn't betrayed and disappointed? Any relationship I hadn't destroyed?
After a miserable eternity in my private toilet-verse, a voice spoke behind me.
"Hey."
I blinked away my tears. Agamethus was gone. In his place, leaning against the
sink, was Josephine. She offered me a fresh roll of toilet paper.
I sniffled weakly. "Are you supposed to be in the men's room?"
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"Cool. I'm Leo. And, uh..." He pointed at me. "I understand you can, like, control
this guy?"
I cleared my throat. "We merely cooperate! I'm not controlled by anyone. Right,
Meg?"
"Slap yourself," Meg commanded.
I slapped myself.
Leo grinned. "Oh, this is too good. I'm going to check on Calypso, but later we need to talk." He slid down the ladder railings, leaving me with a deep sense of fore-boding.
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I thought she might cry again, but when she met my eyes, she wore her usual willful expression, as if she were about to call me Poop Face, or order me to play princess versus dragon with her. (I never got to be the princess.)
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For a moment, I sat on the ledge, stunned and devastated. I didn't feel physically hurt, but I realized it was possible to suffer a thousand bites in this snake pit, even if none of the vipers came near you. There were other kinds of poison.
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Leo was the first to speak. "What was that? Buy one prophecy, get three free? That
was a lot of lines."
quotes
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"Lo!" I said. "I arrived at Camp Half-Blood as Lester Papadopoulos!"
"A pathetic mortal!" Calypso chorused. "Most worthless of teens!"
I glared at her, but I didn't dare stop my performance again. "I overcame many
challenges with my companion, Meg McCaffrey!"
"He means his master!" Calypso added. "A twelve-year-old girl! Behold her pa-
thetic slave, Lester, most worthless of teens!"
The policeman huffed impatiently. "We know all this. The emperor told us."
"Shh," said Nanette. "Be polite."
I put my hand over my heart. "We secured the Grove of Dodona, an ancient Ora-cle, and thwarted the plans of Nero! But alas, Meg McCaffrey fled from me. Her evil stepfather had poisoned her mind!"
"Poison!" Calypso cried. "Like the breath of Lester Papadopoulos, most worthless
of teens!"
I resisted the urge to push Calypso into the flower bed.
-
I was amusing myself by throwing grapes at Commodus's mouth. Of course, I never missed unless I wanted to, but it was fun to watch the fruit bounce off Commodus's nose.
"You are terrible," he teased me.
And you are perfect, I thought, but I merely smiled.
-
I imagined Trophonius's head transposed on his body—my son's agonized voice crying to the heavens, Take me instead! Save him,
Father, please!
This blended with the face of Commodus, staring at me, wounded and betrayed as
his carotid pulse hammered against my hands. You. Blessed. Me.
I sobbed and hugged the commode— the only thing in the universe that wasn't spinning. Was there anyone I hadn't betrayed and disappointed? Any relationship I hadn't destroyed?
After a miserable eternity in my private toilet-verse, a voice spoke behind me.
"Hey."
I blinked away my tears. Agamethus was gone. In his place, leaning against the
sink, was Josephine. She offered me a fresh roll of toilet paper.
I sniffled weakly. "Are you supposed to be in the men's room?"
-
"Cool. I'm Leo. And, uh..." He pointed at me. "I understand you can, like, control
this guy?"
I cleared my throat. "We merely cooperate! I'm not controlled by anyone. Right,
Meg?"
"Slap yourself," Meg commanded.
I slapped myself.
Leo grinned. "Oh, this is too good. I'm going to check on Calypso, but later we need to talk." He slid down the ladder railings, leaving me with a deep sense of fore-boding.
-
I thought she might cry again, but when she met my eyes, she wore her usual willful expression, as if she were about to call me Poop Face, or order me to play princess versus dragon with her. (I never got to be the princess.)
-
For a moment, I sat on the ledge, stunned and devastated. I didn't feel physically hurt, but I realized it was possible to suffer a thousand bites in this snake pit, even if none of the vipers came near you. There were other kinds of poison.
-
Leo was the first to speak. "What was that? Buy one prophecy, get three free? That
was a lot of lines."