Ares plan

if I'd just come back from the dead - which | had. My backpack was heavy with Zeus’s master bolt. My heart was even heavier from seeing my mother.
‘| don’t believe it,’ Annabeth said. ‘We went all that way -’
‘It was a trick,’ | said. A strategy worthy of Athena.’
‘Hey,’ she warned.
‘You get it, don’t you?’
She dropped her eyes, her anger fading. ‘Yeah. | get it.’
‘Well, | don’t!’ Grover complained. ‘Would somebody -’

Percy...’ Annabeth said. ‘I’m sorry about your mother. I’m SO SOITy....’
| pretended not to hear her. If | talked about my mother, | was going to start crying like a little kid.
‘The prophecy was right,’ | said. ‘“You shall go west and face the god who has turned.’ But it wasn’t Hades. Hades didn’t want war between the Big Three. Someone else pulled off the theft. Someone stole Zeus’s master bolt, and Hades’s helmet, and framed me because I’m Poseidon’s kid. Poseidon will get blamed by both sides. By sundown today, there will be a three-way war. And I'll have caused it.’
Grover shook his head, mystified. ‘But who would be that sneaky? Who would want war that bad?’
| stopped in my tracks, looking down the beach. ‘Gee, let me think.’
There he was, waiting for us, in his black leather duster and his sunglasses, an aluminum baseball bat propped on his shoulder. His motorcycle rumbled beside him, its headlight turning the sand red.
‘Hey, kid,’ Ares said, seeming genuinely pleased to see me. ‘You were supposed to die.’

TLT ch.19-20