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Percy's POV

The second prophecy was written neatly in brown marker, clearly Annabeth's writing. My dyslexia caused the words and letters to swim off of the page, so it took a moment to read the note again.

"…Look for the room that feels forgotten,

Where it always smells like something rotten;

The place where you got your first task,

Look under an ancient artifact

For something that will catch your eye,

Depending on how hard you try…"

I soon realized what room it meant; I couldn't believe how stupid I was to not understand that the first time I read it. Now, the problem was summoning enough courage to go back to that room. Even though Rachel was now the Oracle, the Attic still gave me the creeps. And I didn't exactly want to search under all of the millions of monster body parts, cobwebbed armor, and other things in there, and to have to look and think hard while standing in that smell. I shivered. Why did Annabeth have to go put something for me in the worst part of Camp Half-Blood? I sighed and folded the note carefully, reeplacing it in my pocket. I slowly pushed myself to my feet and wiped the sand off of my swim trunks. I sighed and started to walk towards the Big House.

Once inside, I started up the four flights of stairs leading to the dreaded room. I stared up at the green trapdoor, winced, and pulled the cord. The disgusting smell and humid, warm air was overpowering. Hopefully this wouldn't take too long. I coughed, took a deep breath – the last of fresh air I would have for a while – and climbed up the creaky steps to the Attic. I still expected to see the mummy, but the stool she sat on was empty. My heart was pounding; I hated this place. I looked around at the cobweb-coated, rusty equipment and the disgusting body parts of monsters. I shivered, and my stomach twisted. I decided to avoid that table, though knowing Annabeth, that's probably where she had left whatever I was looking for now. But I put it off anyway and began looking under the armor, pushing away the sticky webs with my arm and trying not to let the thick dust choke me or sting my eyes.

I saw nothing under the armor or shields, so I gulped before heading to the pickled monster parts. Holding my breath, I slowly reached out a hand until it was almost touching the jar, put I pulled back, nauseated. I could not touch that. But I needed to look. My heart was pouding as I closed my eyes and reached for the jar containing eyeballs that seemed to stare up at you. I had to open my eyes as I picked it up so I wouldn't drop it. But I refused to look at the jar. I looked for a spot to set it down, closed my eyes, and placed it on the floor. I looked at the table where it had been sitting. At first I saw nothing, but then something…caught my eye. Barely. I leaned down and saw in the dust that a finger had traced out a letter: 'W'.

W? I thought, Why is there a W? I tried to make my heartbeat slow down as I reached for the next jar – this one with a huge taloned claw inside. I set it down by the eyeballs. Written in the dust where that jar had been was an 'I'. I removed more jars until the word WILL was uncovered, written there in the dust. I moved the next jar, trying not to pay attention to what was in it, and, sure enough, there was a note under it. I smiled and picked it up. I looked up at my surroundings and decided it was better to hurry out instead of reading it here. I pushed the jars back onto the table and ran out of the attic and the big house, all the way to my cabin.

I plopped onto my bed, smiled, and unfolded the next piece of paper, waiting to see where I would be led next.

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