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But when you're the son of a Greek god, it happens. And now my friend Annabeth is missing, a goddess is in chains and only five half-blood heroes can join the quest to defeat the doomsday monster.
Oh, and guess what? The Oracle has predicted that not all of us will survive The Battle of the Labyrinth 4 Summary: Percy Jackson isn't expecting freshman orientation to be any fun. But when a mysterious mortal acquaintance appears at his potential new school, followed by demon cheerleaders, things quickly move from bad to worse. In this fourth installment of the blockbuster series, time is running out as war between the Olympians and the evil Titan lord Kronos draws near. Even the safe haven of Camp Half-Blood grows more vulnerable by the minute as Kronos's army prepares to invade its once impenetrable borders.
To stop the invasion, Percy and his demigod friends must set out on a quest through the Labyrinth - a sprawling underground world with stunning surprises at every turn. The Last Olympian 5 Summary: All year the half-bloods have been preparing for battle against the Titans, knowing the odds of victory are grim.
Kronos's army is stronger than ever, and with every god and half-blood he recruits, the evil Titan's power only grows. While the Olympians struggle to contain the rampaging monster Typhon, Kronos begins his advance on New York City, where Mount Olympus stands virtually unguarded.
Tyson's one of the homeless orphans. Children of nature spirits and gods Well, one god in particular, usually No one wants them. They get tossed aside. They grow up wild on the streets. I don't know how this one found you, but he obviously likes you. We should take him to Chiron, let him decide what to do. How—" "He's a Cyclops.
They have to be immune to fire. That's what I was trying to tell you. How had I never realized what Tyson was? But I didn't have much time to think about it just then. The whole side of the hill was burning. Wounded heroes needed attention. And there were still two banged-up bronze bulls to dispose of, which I didn't figure would fit in our normal recycling bins. Clarisse came back over and wiped the soot off her forehead. We need to carry the wounded back to the Big House, let Tantalus know what's happened.
And where's Argus? He's head of security. He should be here. You two have been gone too long. Things are changing. He's trained kids to fight monsters for over three thousand years.
He can't just be gone. What hap-pened? She pointed to Thalia's tree. Every camper knew the story behind the tree. Six years ago, Grover, Annabeth, and two other demigods named Thalia and Luke had come to Camp Half-Blood chased by an army of monsters. When they got cornered on top of this hill, Thalia, a daughter of Zeus, had made her last stand here to give her friends time to reach safety.
As she was dying, her father, Zeus, took pity on her and changed her into a pine tree. Her spirit had reinforced the magic borders of the camp, protecting it from monsters. The pine had been here ever since, strong and healthy. But now, its needles were yellow.
A huge pile of dead ones littered the base of the tree. In the center of the trunk, three feet from the ground, was a puncture mark the size of a bullet hole, oozing green sap. A sliver of ice ran through my chest. Now I understood why the camp was in danger. The magical borders were fail-ing because Thalia's tree was dying. Someone had poisoned it. Like some helpful person hi, Mom has tried to "clean" it, and suddenly you can't find anything? And even if nothing is missing, you get that creepy feeling like somebody's been looking through your private stuff and dusting everything with lemon furniture polish?
That's kind of the way I felt seeing Camp Half-Blood again. On the surface, things didn't look all that different. The Big House was still there with its blue gabled roof and its wraparound porch. The strawberry fields still baked in the sun. The same white-columned Greek buildings were scattered around the valley—the amphitheater, the combat arena, the dining pavilion overlooking Long Island Sound.
And nestled between the woods and the creek were the same cabins—a crazy assortment of twelve buildings, each repre-senting a different Olympian god. But there was an air of danger now.
You could tell something was wrong. Instead of playing volleyball in the sandpit, counselors and satyrs were stockpiling weapons in the tool shed.
Dryads armed with bows and arrows talked nervously at the edge of the woods. The forest looked sickly, the grass in the meadow was pale yellow, and the fire marks on Half-Blood Hill stood out like ugly scars. Somebody had messed with my favorite place in the world, and I was not As we made our way to the Big House, I recognized a lot of kids from last summer. Nobody stopped to talk. Nobody said, "Welcome back.
The camp felt like a military school. And believe me, I know. I've been kicked out of a couple. None of that mattered to Tyson. He was absolutely fas-cinated by everything he saw. If they don't know who your Olympian parent is, they put you in the Hermes cabin—that brown one over there—until you're deter-mined. Then, once they know, they put you in your dad or mom's group. No, just me. The embarrassing truth: I was the only one who stayed in that cabin because I wasn't supposed to be alive.
We were more powerful than regular half-bloods. We were too unpredictable. When we got mad we tended to cause problems The "Big Three" pact had only been broken twice—once when Zeus sired Thalia, once when Poseidon sired me.
Neither of us should've been born. Thalia had gotten herself turned into a pine tree when she was twelve. I had nightmares about what Poseidon might turn me into if I were ever on the verge of death— plankton, maybe. Or a floating patch of kelp. When we got to the Big House, we found Chiron in his apartment, listening to his favorite s lounge music while he packed his saddlebags. I guess I should mention—Chiron is a centaur.
From the waist up he looks like a reg-ular middle-aged guy with curly brown hair and a scraggly beard. From the waist down, he's a white stallion. He can pass for human by compacting his lower half into a magic wheelchair. In fact, he'd passed himself off as my Latin teacher during my sixth-grade year. But most of the time, if the ceilings are high enough, he prefers hanging out in full centaur form.
As soon as we saw him, Tyson froze. Chiron turned, looking offended. You're not Chiron was like a second father to her. Chiron ruffled her hair and gave her a kindly smile. And Percy, my goodness. You've grown over the year! Lord Zeus was most upset. The tree he'd created from the spirit of his daughter, poisoned! D had to punish someone. Just the thought of the camp director, Mr.
D, made me angry. Chiron's face darkened. He stuffed a Latin-English dictionary into his saddlebag while the Frank Sinatra music oozed from his boom box. Tyson was still staring at Chiron in amazement.
He whimpered like he wanted to pat Chiron's flank but was afraid to come closer. I am a centaur. Some venom even I have never seen. It must have come from a monster quite deep in the pits of Tartarus. Kro—" "Do not invoke the titan lord's name, Percy.
Especially not here, not now. This has to be his idea. He'd get Luke to do it, that traitor. The tree has only a few weeks of life left unless The whole valley is feeling the shock of the poison. The magical borders are deteriorating. The camp itself is dying.
Only one source of magic would be strong enough to reverse the poison, and it was lost centuries ago. He pressed the stop but-ton on his boom box. Then he turned and rested his hand on my shoulder, looking me straight in the eyes. I told your mother I did not want you to come here at all this summer. It's much too dangerous. But now that you are here, stay here. Train hard. Learn to fight. But do not leave.
I can't just let the borders fail. The whole camp will be—" "Overrun by monsters," Chiron said. But you must not let yourself be baited into hasty action! This could be a trap of the titan lord.
Remember last summer! He almost took your life. I also wanted to make Kronos pay. I mean, you'd think the titan lord would've learned his lesson eons ago when he was over-thrown by the gods. You'd think getting chopped into a mil-lion pieces and cast into the darkest part of the Underworld would give him a subtle clue that nobody wanted him around.
But no. Because he was immortal, he was still alive down there in Tartarus—suffering in eternal pain, hunger-ing to return and take revenge on Olympus. He couldn't act on his own, but he was great at twisting the minds of mor-tals and even gods to do his dirty work. The poisoning had to be his doing. Who else would be so low as to attack Thalia's tree, the only thing left of a hero who'd given her life to save her friends?
Annabeth was trying hard not to cry. Chiron brushed a tear from her cheek. The prophecy—remember it! If they dismiss you from camp—" "Swear you will do your best to keep Percy from danger," he insisted. Thunder rumbled outside. He seemed to relax just a little.
Until then, I go to visit my wild kinsmen in the Everglades. It's possible they know of some cure for the poisoned tree that I have forgotten.
In any event, I will stay in exile until this matter is resolved Chiron patted her shoulder awk-wardly. I must entrust your safety to Mr. D and the new activities director.
We must hope I hadn't realized how late it was. It was time for the campers to assemble for dinner. I will contact your mother, Percy, and let her know you're safe. No doubt she'll be worried by now. Just remember my warning! You are in grave danger. Do not think for a moment that the titan lord has forgotten you!
Don't go! Now it was too late. The best teacher I'd ever had was gone, maybe for good. Tyson started bawling almost as bad as Annabeth.
I tried to tell them that things would be okay, but I didn't believe it. The sun was setting behind the dining pavilion as the campers came up from their cabins. We stood in the shadow of a marble column and watched them file in. Annabeth was still pretty shaken up, but she promised she'd talk to us later. Then she went off to join her siblings from the Athena cabin—a dozen boys and girls with blond hair and gray eyes like hers.
Annabeth wasn't the oldest, but she'd been at camp more summers than just about anybody. You could tell that by looking at her camp necklace—one bead for every summer, and Annabeth had six.
No one ques-tioned her right to lead the line. Next came Clarisse, leading the Ares cabin. She had one arm in a sling and a nasty-looking gash on her cheek, but otherwise her encounter with the bronze bulls didn't seem to have fazed her. But nobody in her cabin was bothering to tell her about it. After the Ares kids came the Hephaestus cabin—six guys led by Charles Beckendorf, a big fifteen-year-old African American kid.
He had hands the size of catchers' mitts and a face that was hard and squinty from looking into a blacksmiths forge all day. He was nice enough once you got to know him, but no one ever called him Charlie or Chuck or Charles. Most just called him Beckendorf. Rumor was he could make anything. Give him a chunk of metal and he could create a razor-sharp sword or a robotic warrior or a singing birdbath for your grandmother's garden.
Whatever you wanted. The other cabins filed in: Demeter, Apollo, Aphrodite, Dionysus. Naiads came up from the canoe lake. Dryads melted out of the trees. From the meadow came a dozen satyrs, who reminded me painfully of Grover. I'd always had a soft spot for the satyrs.
When they were at camp, they had to do all kinds of odd jobs for Mr. D, the director, but their most important work was out in the real world. They were the camp's seekers. They went undercover into schools all over the world, looking for potential half-bloods and escorting them back to camp. That's how I'd met Grover. He had been the first one to recognize I was a demigod. After the satyrs filed in to dinner, the Hermes cabin brought up the rear. They were always the biggest cabin.
For a while, before Poseidon had claimed me, I'd lodged in the Hermes cabin. Luke had befriended me Now the Hermes cabin was led by Travis and Connor Stoll. They weren't twins, but they looked so much alike it didn't matter. I could never remember which one was older. They were both tall and skinny, with mops of brown hair that hung in their eyes. They wore orange CAMP HALF-BLOOD T-shirts untucked over baggy shorts, and they had those elfish features all Hermes's kids had: upturned eyebrows, sarcastic smiles, a gleam in their eyes whenever they looked at you—like they were about to drop a firecracker down your shirt.
I'd always thought it was funny that the god of thieves would have kids with the last name "Stoll," but the only time I mentioned it to Travis and Connor, they both stared at me blankly like they didn't get the joke. As soon as the last campers had filed in, I led Tyson into the middle of the pavilion. Conversations faltered.
Heads turned. I glared in their direction, but I couldn't figure out who'd spoken. From the head table a familiar voice drawled, "Well, well, if it isn't Peter Johnson. My millennium is complete.
D sipped his Diet Coke. Well, as you young people say these days: Whatever. With his pudgy belly and his blotchy red face, he looked like a Las Vegas tourist who'd stayed up too late in the casi-nos. Behind him, a nervous-looking satyr was peeling the skins off grapes and handing them to Mr. D one at a time. D's real name is Dionysus.
The god of wine. Zeus appointed him director of Camp HalfBlood to dry out for a hundred years—a punishment for chasing some off-limits wood nymph.
Next to him, where Chiron usually sat or stood, in centaur form , was someone I'd never seen before—a pale, horribly thin man in a threadbare orange prisoner's jump-suit. The number over his pocket read He had blue shadows under his eyes, dirty fingernails, and badly cut gray hair, like his last haircut had been done with a weed whacker.
He stared at me; his eyes made me nervous. He looked Angry and frustrated and hungry all at the same time. Poseidon's child, you know. And you, Perseus Jackson, I do expect you to refrain from causing any more trouble. Dionysus snapped his fingers. A newspaper appeared on the table—the front page of today's New York Post, There was my yearbook picture from Meriwether Prep. It was hard for me to make out the headline, but I had a pretty good guess what it said.
Like it was my fault the gods had almost gotten into a civil war? A satyr inched forward nervously and set a plate of bar-becue in front of Tantalus. The new activities director licked his lips. He looked at his empty goblet and said, "Root beer.
Barq's special stock. Tantalus stretched out his hand hesitantly, as if he were afraid the goblet was hot.
A few drops of root beer spilled, and Tantalus tried to dab them up with his fingers, but the drops rolled away like quicksilver before he could touch them. He growled and turned toward the plate of barbecue. He picked up a fork and tried to stab a piece of brisket, but the plate skittered down the table and flew off the end, straight into the coals of the brazier. Believe me, old chap, working at this camp will be torture enough.
I'm sure your old curse will fade eventually. Behind him, the satyrs were shaking their heads vigorously, trying to warn me. Dionysus was an overgrown brat, but he was an immortal, superpowerful overgrown brat.
I said, "Come on, Tyson. We must decide what to do with it. Otherwise they would've burned down this whole place. Not openly, anyway. We'll find you a good place to sleep tonight. You are my friend. I trudged over to the Poseidon table and slumped onto the bench. A wood nymph brought me a plate of Olympian olive-and-pepperoni pizza, but I wasn't hungry. I'd been almost killed twice today. I'd managed to end my school year with a complete disaster. Camp Half-Blood was in serious trouble and Chiron had told me not to do anything about it.
I didn't feel very thankful, but I took my dinner, as was customary, up to the bronze brazier and scraped part of it into the flames. The smoke from the burning pizza changed into some-thing fragrant—the smell of a clean sea breeze with wild-flowers mixed in—but I had no idea if that meant my father was really listening.
I went back to my seat. I didn't think things could get much worse. But then Tantalus had one of the satyrs blow the conch horn to get our attention for announcements. Or so I am told. It shot away down the table as soon as he got within six inches. Over the course of the summer, I hope to torture, er, interact with each and every one of you children. You all look good enough to eat. Tyson was still standing at the head table, looking uncomfortable, but every time he tried to scoot out of the limelight, Tantalus pulled him back.
Golden laurels will go to the winning charioteers each month. Teams may register in the morning! The first race will be held in three days time. We will release you from most of your regular activities to prepare your chariots and choose your horses.
Oh, and did I mention, the victorious team's cabin will have no chores for the month in which they win? No stable cleaning? Was he serious? Then the last person I expected to object did so. She looked nervous, but she stood up to speak from the Ares table. I mean, if we drop every-thing to ready our chariots—" "Ah, the hero of the day," Tantalus exclaimed.
This is a summer camp. We are here to enjoy our-selves, yes? Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase have seen fit, for some reason, to bring this here. Uneasy murmuring spread among the campers. A lot of sideways looks at me. I wanted to kill Tantalus. Under normal circumstances, I would release this beast into the woods and have you hunt it down with torches and pointed sticks.
But who knows? Perhaps this Cyclops is not as horrible as most of its brethren. Until it proves worthy of destruction, we need a place to keep it! I've thought about the stables, but that will make the horses nervous. Hermes's cabin, possibly? Travis and Connor Stoll developed a sudden interest in the tablecloth. I couldn't blame them. The Hermes cabin was always full to bursting. There was no way they could take in a six-foot-three Cyclops. Any suggestions as to where such a beast should be kenneled?
Tantalus scooted away from Tyson in surprise. All I could do was stare in disbelief at the brilliant green light that was about to change my life—a dazzling holographic image that had appeared above Tyson's head. With a sickening twist in my stomach, I remembered what Annabeth had said about Cyclopes, They're the children of nature spirits and gods Well, one god in particular, usually … Swirling over Tyson was a glowing green trident—the same symbol that had appeared above me the day Poseidon had claimed me as his son.
There was a moment of awed silence. Being claimed was a rare event. Some campers waited in vain for it their whole lives. When I'd been claimed by Poseidon last summer, everyone had reverently knelt.
But now, they followed Tantalus's lead, and Tantalus roared with laughter.
I think we know where to put the beast now. By the gods, I can see the family resemblance! Tyson didn't seem to notice. He was too mystified, try-ing to swat the glowing trident that was now fading over his head. He was too innocent to understand how much they were making fun of him, how cruel people were. But I got it.
I had a new cabin mate. I had a monster for a half-brother. First there was Tyson moving into the Poseidon cabin, giggling to himself every fifteen seconds and saying, "Percy is my brother? He was in heaven. And me There, I said it. My father, the all-powerful Poseidon, had gotten moony-eyed for some nature spirit, and Tyson had been the result. I mean, I'd read the myths about Cyclopes. I even remembered that they were often Poseidon's children.
But I'd never really processed that this made them my Until I had Tyson living with me in the next bunk.
And then there were the comments from the other campers. Suddenly, I wasn't Percy Jackson, the cool guy who'd retrieved Zeus's lightning bolt last summer. Now I was Percy Jackson, the poor schmuck with the ugly monster for a brother. I admit—I was angry at my dad. I felt like being his son was now a joke. Annabeth tried to make me feel better. She suggested we team up for the chariot race to take our minds off our prob-lems. Don't get me wrong—we both hated Tantalus and we were worried sick about camp—but we didn't know what to do about it.
Until we could come up with some brilliant plan to save Thalia's tree, we figured we might as well go along with the races. After all, Annabeth's mom, Athena, had invented the chariot, and my dad had created horses. Together we would own that track. One morning Annabeth and I were sitting by the canoe lake sketching chariot designs when some jokers from Aphrodite's cabin walked by and asked me if I needed to borrow some eyeliner for my eye It isn't your fault you have a monster for a brother.
And technically, he is a monster. I'm sorry, Percy, I didn't expect Poseidon to claim him. Cyclopes are the most deceitful, treacherous—" "He is not! What have you got against Cyclopes, any-way? Annabeth's ears turned pink. I got the feeling there was something she wasn't telling me— something bad. The next couple of days, I tried to keep my mind off my problems. Silena Beauregard, one of the nicer girls from Aphrodite's cabin, gave me my first riding lesson on a pegasus. She explained that there was only one immortal winged horse named Pegasus, who still wandered free somewhere in the skies, but over the eons he'd sired a lot of children, none quite so fast or heroic, but all named after the first and greatest.
Being the son of the sea god, I never liked going into the air. My dad had this rivalry with Zeus, so I tried to stay out of the lord of the sky's domain as much as possible. But riding a winged horse felt different.
It didn't make me nearly as nervous as being in an airplane. Maybe that was because my dad had created horses out of sea foam, so the pegasi were sort of Applicable to English, language arts,literature, novels and novel study, reading, children's, young adult, fiction, fantasy, adventure, the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series, The Lightning Thief, films and film study, movie and movies, motion pict. Percy Jackson and the Olypians: Sea of Monsters. This is a final assessment for the second book in the series, Percy Jackson and the Olympians: Students create their own test questions and key for thier test.
A rubric is included. Discussions are guided by students' response to what they have read. This approach provides a way for students to engage in critical thinking and reflection as they read, discuss, and respond to books.
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This digital download is a collection of nearly 40 extended response prompts for the popular novel, The Sea of Monsters the second of five Percy Jackson novels.
These are prompts that will help your students meet success in standardized tests, and most importantly, comprehending and analyzing the. Creative Writing , Literature. Activities , Novel Study. Let your students become "Fact Trackers" as they search for facts in the nonfiction book, Sea Monsters.
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Tales From the Odyssey Book 3: Lexile Level: P GLE: Included in this unit: English Language Arts , Reading , Vocabulary. This listing is for six activities for the book "Sea of Monsters" by Rick Riordan. It is the second book to the "Percy Jackson and the Olympians" series. The activities are: Lesson Plans Bundled , Activities , Handouts. Giant Squid: This packet includes, teacher directed questions to guide lessons, activity supplements for student work, and writing response prompts, and vocabulary and grammar supplements to complement the Wit and Wisdom curriculum for third grade with the story Giant Squid: Searching for a Sea Monster by Mary M.
English Language Arts , Reading , Grammar. Activities , Handouts , Printables. Monster vs Myth: Sea Monster Inferences and Research. I use this activity as an introduction activity with my high school marine biology general science elective.
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