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Annabeth Chase has to kill the queen. It is the only reason she had been born. The only reason the breath of life that her name gives is uttered in the mouth of others.
She had been given powers no mortal could otherwise bear. The sight of owls. The mind of an ever spinning tapestry, so very clever in its weaving. The unblemished beauty of olive groves, sacred to their people. The strength born of warriors, Helen, Clymenestra, Artemis herself. She is a simple girl, from a simple family.
Annabeth Chase must kill a god. The God is her mother.
