“Wisdom's daughter walks alone.That didn't just mean without other people, Annabeth realized. It meant without any special powers.”

“Wisdom's daughter walks alone,The mark of Athena burns through Rome.”

“Can you surf really well, then?"I looked at Grover, who was trying hard not to laugh."Jeez, Nico," I said. "I've never really tried."He went on asking questions. Did I fight a lot with Thalia, since she was a daughter of Zeus? (I didn't answer that one.) If Annabeth's mother was Athena, the goddess of wisdom, then why didn't Annabeth know better than to fall off a cliff? (I tried not to strangle Nico for asking that one.) Was Annabeth my girlfriend? (At this point, I was ready to stick the kid in a meat-flavored sack and throw him to the wolves.)”

“Athena called, "Annabeth Chase, my own daughter."Annabeth squeezed my arm, then walked forward and knelt at her mother's feet.Athena smiled. "You, my daughter, have exceeded all expectations. You have used your wits, your strength, and your courage to defend this city, and our seat of power. It has come to our attention that Olympus is...well, trashed. The Titan lord did much damage that will have to be repaired. We could rebuild it by magic, of course, and make it just as it was. But the gods feel that the city could be improved. We will take this as an opportunity. And you, my daughter, will design these improvements."Annabeth looked up, stunned. "My...my lady?"Athena smiled wryly. "You are an architect, are you not? You have studied the techniques of Daedalus himself. Who better to redesign Olympus and make it a monument that will last for another eon?""You mean...I can design whatever I want?""As your heart desires," the goddess said. "Make us a city for the ages.""As long as you have plenty of statues of me," Apollo added."And me," Aphrodite agreed."Hey, and me!" Ares said. "Big statues with huge wicked swords and-"All right!" Athena interrupted. "She gets the point. Rise, my daughter, official architect of Olympus.”

“Hey, can I see that sword you were using?"I showed him Riptide, and explained how it turned from a pen into a sword just by uncapping it."Cool! Does it ever run out of ink?""Um, well, I don't actually write with it.""Are you really the son of Poseidon?""Well, yeah.""Can you surf really well, then?"I looked at Grover, who was trying hard not to laugh."Jeez, Nico," I said. "I've never really tried."He went on asking questions. Did I fight a lot with Thalia, since she was a daughter of Zeus? (I didn't answer that one.) If Annabeth's mother was Athena, the goddess of wisdom, then why didn't Annabeth know better than to fall off a cliff? (I tried not to strangle Nico for asking that one.) Was Annabeth my girlfriend? (At this point, I was ready to stick the kid in a meat-flavored sack and throw him to the wolves.)”

“It's first owner...well, things didn't turn out too well for her. Her name was Helena.'Piper let that sink in. "Wait, you mean the Helena? Helena of Troy?'Annabeth nodded."And it's just sitting in your toolshed?”

“It's just Annabeth mom jeez!”