The Lost Hero

ercy Jackson is at the other camp, and he probably doesn’t even remember who he is.”

“My boyfriend,” Annabeth said grimly. “He disappeared around the same time Jason appeared. If Jason came to Camp Half-Blood—”

’m going,” Annabeth said. “Jason, when you get this ship built, let me go with you.”
“I was hoping you’d offer,” Jason said. “You of all people —we’ll need you.”

even heroes of Olympus—some Greek, some Roman.”

ut we have to try. I was sent here to learn about Camp Half-Blood, to try to convince you the two camps don’t have to be enemies. A peace offering.”

he Bay Area. We demigods were always told to stay away from it because Mount Othrys was there. But that wasn’t the only reason, was it? The Roman camp

n California?”
“Hold on,” Travis said. “You said Mount Othrys just crumbled when we beat Kronos.”
“No,” Jason said. He remembered flashes of the battle—a giant in starry armor and a helm mounted with ram’s horns. He remembered his army of demigods scaling Mount Tam, fighting through hordes of snake monsters. “It didn’t just fall. We destroyed their palace. I defeated the Titan Krios myself.”

Oh, yes,” Chiron said sadly. “You have, many times. It’s always a tragedy, and always the gods do their best to wipe clean the memories of those involved. The rivalry goes all the way back to the Trojan War, Clarisse

“Romans.” Clarisse tossed Seymour a Snausage. “You expect us to believe there’s another camp with demigods, but they follow the Roman forms of the gods. And we’ve never even heard of them.”

Clarisse, leader of the Ares cabin, had her boots on the table, but nobody seemed to care.