Annabeth
7 months was how long Percy Jackson, the cinta of my life, was lost, and that was how long I felt despair and that a small part of me was missing. As the Argo II sailed in the sky, pertanyaan flowed through my mind like, did he remember me? , does he have a new girlfriend? , which reminded me to make a mental note to give Hera a goddess-sized slap upside her head. Suddenly, a voice similar to a flights attendant’s voice boomed overhead, cutting my line of thought,
“We are soon arriving at Camp Jupiter, so please fasten your seatbelt and – Ow, Piper! anda did not need to meninju, pukulan me!”...
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