When Annabeth and Percy stopped arguing, I asked, "So what's going on?"
Percy and Annabeth exchanged serious looks.
"It's terrible right now, Devon. Luke basically took over. Or should I say Kronos... And things are just getting worse. I'm fifteen right now..."
That meant the prophecy would prove itself a year later.
I said, "Oh... Can I do something to help?"
Percy looked up at the sky, "Train. That's what you can do. Later, when things get worse, you'll see what I mean. You'll need to battle thousands of monsters."
What do I do now? Dad told me to help Percy. But he wasn't letting me help him. That meant I had to help him even if he didn't like it.
*A Week Later*
I trained a lot. I'm getting pretty good. But Grover really isn't in a good mood these days.
I found out why he was so anxious today. Apparently, he was looking for this god named Pan, but failed. The council told him they would have to take his license away if he doesn't find evidence that Pan spoke to him.
Poor Grover. He was so anxious.
Later that day, I was training when I heard Percy and Annabeth talking.
Annabeth said something about the labyrinth. Then, I heard Grover.
He shouted, "NO WAY!!! Going into the labyrinth is like committing suicide! And I hate underground stuff..."
So this labyrinth thing was underground... And Grover hates underground stuff.... This Greek mythology thing was driving me crazy.
There was so much to learn and so much to believe.
I put down my weapon (the sword Dad gave me), and tip-toed closer to Grover, Annabeth, and Percy.
They kept on talking about the labyrinth. I found out ten minutes later that Annabeth, Percy, and Grover were planning to go to the labyrinth with Percy's half-brother, Tyson.
I had to go in there with them. But how? I couldn't just follow them. That would be too dangerous. I had to talk to Dad.
I ran into Poseidon cabin and sat down on my bed. I took out the mirror Dad had given me.
I whispered, "Dad? It's me, Devon."
A minute later, Dad's face appeared. He looked exhausted.
He said, "Hello, Devon. Why do you want to talk to me?"
I said, "Dad, Percy is going into the labyrinth with Annabeth, Grover, and Tyson. I think I should go, too. But I know Percy will say no if I ask him. What should I do?"
Dad answered, "Do as you think you should. Just follow them. And help them if they are in trouble."
I protested, "But Dad, I might get killed because of the monsters. Percy and Annabeth are skilled warriors. I'm so bad. I can't even kill a small monster by myself. I don't think I can do it, Dad. Why do you have to give me such a hard quest?"
Dad told me, "You're the only one that can help him. And you have the ability, Devon. Just try your best. I'll try to protect you as much as I can..."
"Okay, Dad. I'll follow Percy into the labyrinth."
Suddenly, I heard footsteps. I hid the mirror instantly.
It was Percy.
He asked, "Who were you talking to?"
I said, "I was just talking to myself... I do that a lot..."
Percy raised an eyebrow.
"I thought you said my name."
I shook my head.
"Nope. I think you misheard. I never said your name. I was just saying that my life is so terrible."
Percy told me, "Well, your life can't be bad as mine."
Then, he walked away.
Suddenly, Dad whispered, "Devon! Destroy the mirror! Percy's suspecting... Right now!"
I said, "But Dad, this is the only way I can talk to you!"
Dad made his firm face. I sighed and took out my sword. I opened the cap and the pen turned into a sword.
Sighing, I stabbed the mirror. The mirror broke into pieces. But minutes later, the remains dissolved.
I gasped, realizing what had happened.
I couldn't communicate with Dad anymore. But now, I could continue on my quest. Only if Percy hadn't already found out about my quest and the gifts Dad had given me.