In the center stood a marble alter, where a kid in a toga was doing some sort of ritual in front of a massive golden statue of the big dude himself:Jupiter the sky god, dressed in a silk XXXL purple toga, holding a lightning bolt.
"It doesn't look like that," Percy muttered.
"What?" Hazel asked.
"The master bolt," Percy said.
"What are you talking about?"
"I-" Percy frowned. For a second, he'd thought he remembered something. Now it was gone. "Nothing, I guess.

Author: Rick Riordan

In the center stood a marble alter, where a kid in a toga was doing some sort of ritual in front of a massive golden statue of the big dude himself:Jupiter the sky god, dressed in a silk XXXL purple toga, holding a lightning bolt. <br />"It doesn't look like that," Percy muttered.<br />"What?" Hazel asked.<br />"The master bolt," Percy said.<br />"What are you talking about?"<br />"I-" Percy frowned. For a second, he'd thought he remembered something. Now it was gone. "Nothing, I guess. - Rick Riordan

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