Percy Jackson: Sea of Monsters

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At first, I didn't believe it either.

But the gods of Olympus are real.

And sometimes,

these gods have children with humans...

called half-bloods.

I'm one of them.

I'm Percy Jackson.

Son of Poseidon, god of the sea.

Seven years ago, four of these children

were headed to Camp Half-Blood...

the only place on Earth

that is safe for our kind.

Only three of them made it.

We're almost at camp!

Look out!

Grover! Luke, help him!

Grover, are you okay?

My leg. it's stuck.

Come on. I got you.

Keep going. I'll hold them off.

No, Thalia. They'll kill you.

Go, Luke. I'll be right behind you.

Over here!

Annabeth, come on!

Stay back.

Thalia, come on!

No! Thalia!

He! name was Thalia,

and she gave her life to save three.

And so, as Thalia lay dying...

her father Zeus found

another way for her to live.

A way for all half-bloods to live.

A gift to ensure no one in Camp Half-Blood

would die the same way.

The barrier, to protect them from those

who lived for their death.

Let's go!

Every day,

the story of Thalia's bra very inspires me.

And her tree protects my home.

But not always my head.

How nice of you to show up

just to watch me win.

Everything they say about you

is wrong, Clarisse.

You actually do have a sense of humor.

- There goes another one.

- Go, Percy!

Come on, Percy!

I got 50 drachma on you!

You bet on this?

What, is that wrong?

'97 Xinomavro. Would you like a taste?

Why do you torture yourself, Dionysus?

It was one transgression, one.

And with a naiad,

for the sake of Olympus.

How was I to know that

Zeus had a thing for her?

Or that he could

hold a grudge for so long?

I think the fact

that Zeus is immortal...

means there's no limit

to how long he can hold a grudge.

The Christians have a guy

who can do this trick in reverse.

Now, that's a god.

Aren't you tired of getting beat,

Jackson?

Clarissa!

Help! Help me!

Tereus, grab my hand!

Good luck with that.

'90! you.

Thank you!

Percy!

Clarissa! Clarissa! Clarissa!

So, what I'm wondering is, Percy...

that first quest you went on,

beginner's luck, wasn't it?

Clarisse, he saved Olympus.

That's more than you've ever done.

Whatever.

Even for the daughter of the god of war,

that girl's a mythic bi--

Don't listen to her, Percy.

You know, it's too late.

Besides, she has a point.

Dude, what are you talking about?

You're more than a one-quest wonder.

You recovered Ares' stolen chariot.

No, actually, that was Clarissa.

Okay, what about the Fall Tournament?

You owned that sucker.

Clarissa?

Okay, the Solstice Games?

The Bronze Dragon's Quest?

Thank you for trying to cheer me up.

I would lick a pair of cloven hooves...

before I let you listen to Clarisse

instead of us.

No offense, Grover.

None taken. Is that an offer?

Listen, it doesn't matter

what Clarissa has done.

To Chiron and Mr. D,

you're still the rock star.

Perry Johnson!

Actually, it's Percy Jackson, sir.

Whatever.

I have a very important task

to entrust you with.

You do?

Yes, it's a critical assignment.

And it's very taxing.

Can I trust you?

Of course.

Good. You'll need this.

Sometimes these events

get a little messy.

Maybe Clarissa was right.

Maybe I only stopped

Luke from destroying Olympus...

because I had Annabeth and Grover

helping me, right?

Dad?

Poseidon?

Have you ever felt like everything

you've ever done...

maybe you didn't really do it?

It was all just luck or something?

No, of course not.

You're a god.

Speaking as someone who's not,

it sucks.

It makes you question whether

you were all that good to begin with.

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