

She just does her own thing and doesn’t spend a lot of time arguing with the other gods on the council. He even fooled Apollo once by stealing his cattle, and Apollo is no slouch. I mean he’s kept the family together for four thousand years, and that’s not easy. The thing is, the Olympians aren’t exactly known for wisdom, and I mean that with the greatest possible respect. Aside from your mom, who do you think is the wisest god or goddess on the Olympian Council? Annabeth: Wow, let me think. Chiron says we’d have to sell four million truckloads of strawberries to pay for a project like that, but I think it would be worth it. I could go on and on, but you probably get the idea. I’d design it with perfect acoustics, like Carnegie Hall, so we could have lyre and reed pipe concerts there. It would have statues for all the gods, of course, and golden braziers for burnt offerings. I’d put it on the hill just south of Half-Blood Hill, and I’d design it so that every morning the rising sun would shine through its windows and make a different god’s emblem on the floor: like one day an eagle, the next an owl. Here we are, children of the Greek gods, and we don’t even have a monument to our parents. “If you could design a new structure for Camp Half-Blood what would it be? Annabeth: I’m glad you asked.
