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There was a chair in the Big House.
It was the best-kept chair in the entire room, with leather armrests and a comfortable cushion in the seat.
It was the one everyone wanted.
No surprise that was also the reason why everyone fought.
“That was my place.” Thalia said, narrowing her eyes at Percy.
“Sorry, does it have your name on it?” Percy retorted, smiling at his cousin.
“Does it have yours?” She replied, sure she had won.
"Look at it yourself." Percy pointed out his name on one of its legs, and his initials on all the others. "It has my signature and my initials. I don't see yours, because they aren't here. Ergo, I'll use the chair."
Thalia growled. She would have her revenge, sooner or later.