Your mom mutters something in R'lyehian, as you approach, her face softens a bit. Oh, don't you worry your horns about me. You remember Chiron from the summer you spent at Camp Half-Blood, yes? Apparently, you came up in one of their prophecies, and they want your help. Something about Percy Jackson or whatever. I swear, you help those Olympians once, and they think they own your time forever. Unforgivable! But fear not, I told them no, so you can go back to doing, well, whatever it is you do.
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