it best not to tell you the whole prophecy. Y ou've had enough on your shoulders

— "

 

"Without realizing I was going to die in the end anyway?" I said. "Yeah, I get

it."

 

Chiron gazed at me sadly. The guy was three thousand years old. He'd seen

hundreds of heroes die.

 

He might not like it, but he was used to it. He probably knew better than to try

to reassure me.

 

"Percy," Annabeth said. "You know prophecies always have double meanings. It

might not literally mean you die."

 

"Sure," I said. "A single choice shall end his days. That has tons of meanings,

right?"

 

"Maybe we can stop it," Jake Mason offered. "The hero's soul, cursed blade shall

reap. Maybe we could find this cursed blade and destroy it. Sounds like Kronos's

scythe, right?"

 

I hadn't thought about that, but it didn't matter if the cursed blade was

Riptide or Kronos's scythe.