Grover and I sit down while Annabeth stands up. I give him a pop tart. I didn't burn it! I'm so proud of myself! Whether today goes to Hell or something happens to me, I can die knowing that I can now not burn poptarts.

"What war?" I ask Annabeth.

She piles books onto my table. I mean a lot of books. Like ten, any book is a lot because I'm not the best with words. I pick one up and angle it. 

"I've been studying it for a while. I find the ancient history fascinating." She says.

"I can't say the same for all of us." I shrug. 

She glares at me. I draw back. 

"Anyway, the gods have been at war with the dragons even longer than the titans." She says.

"Wow." Grover takes another bite of his pop tart. 

"How long would that be?" I ask.

"Did you seriously just ask that?" She says.

"Yeah." I say.

"For thousands and thousands of years. For a million years." She says.

"Oh. Gotcha." I say.

"Anyway, the dragon Queen Takhisis started targeting...demigods." She puts a picture down.

"Wait... I saw her in my dream." I say.

They look at me.

"Really?" Grover says. 

"Percy, what did she tell you?" Annabeth asks.

"She told me my name and told me it's time to win the war." I answer.

"That isn't good. That really isn't good." Annabeth says.

Now maybe the right time to tell them I have Cancer.

"Percy, we need to talk to someone about it. I know just who to talk to." Annabeth grabs my arm.

"I didn't even eat my breakfast." I mutter.

"Wait for me!" Grover yells trotting with us.