The image faded. Prometheus pulled his hand away from my forehead.

 

"Percy?" Thalia asked. "What . . . what was that?"

 

I realized I was clammy with sweat.

 

Prometheus nodded sympathetically. "Appalling, isn't it? The gods know what is

to come, and yet they do nothing, even for their children. How long did it take

for them to tell you your prophecy, Percy Jackson? Don't you think your father

knows what will happen to you?"

 

I was too stunned to answer.

 

"Perrrcy," Grover warned, "he's playing with your mind. Trying to make you

angry."

 

Grover could read emotions, so he probably knew Prometheus was succeeding.

 

"Do you really blame your friend Luke?" the Titan asked me. "And what about you,

Percy? Will you be controlled by your fate? Kronos offers you a much better

deal." 1 clenched my fists. As much as I hated what Prometheus had shown me, I

hated Kronos a lot more.

 

"I'll give you a deal. Tell Kronos to call off his attack, leave Luke