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.
by Rick Riordan
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In a remarkable setting, a young boy in a toga performs a ritual before an impressive golden statue of Jupiter, the god of the sky. The statue, adorned in a large purple toga and wielding a lightning bolt, commands attention. The scene captivates the characters, especially Percy, who seems unsettled by an unearthed memory that briefly flickers in his mind. He can't shake the feeling that there's more to the master bolt than what appears to be represented.

As Percy struggles to articulate his thoughts, Hazel questions him about his sudden introspection. His moment of confusion reveals his internal conflict and the fragmented memories he grapples with. Despite his instinctual response, he brushes it off, acknowledging a loss of clarity in understanding the significance of the ritual and the mighty representation of Jupiter before him.

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