No more quests. That's what he said. Then Chiron called. This was bullshit.
He called his mom and let her know that he might have to take another quest. He knew he might not be able to call if he accepted, so he wanted to let her know.
He sat down on one of the couches in the Big House. Annabeth was there as a show of support, though she’d been told that she probably couldn't go. His old mentor was looking apologetic as Rachel walked in.
“You said I was done,” Percy said.
“I’m sorry, Percy,” Chiron said, “but Rachel's said that the prophecy is meant for you.”
He gestured to the red-haired Oracle
A hero will go east, across the sea
To help the golden wizards three
To defeat the Dark Lord
With both wand and sword
Magic and Myth collide
And saviors must choose a side
“Did she just say wizards?”