You must forge your own path for it to mean anything.
Forget the oracle! You’re worried about your destiny, then write a new one. You’re angry at Poseidon for ignoring you, then show him why he shouldn’t. You’re upset about Tyson, make sure he didn’t die for nothing.
Tyson looked him over with that massive baby-brown eye. “You are not dead. I like it when you are not dead.”
Look, I didn’t want to be a half-blood. If you’re reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now. Believe whatever lie your mom and dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life.
Really? That would be a first. I’m the son of Hades, Jason. I might as well be covered in blood or sewage, the way people treat me.