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Chapter no 6

The Last Olympian (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Book 5)

MY C00KIES GET SC0RCHED

I donโ€™t recommend shadow travel if youโ€™re scared of:

  1. The dark
  2. Cold shivers up your spine
  3. Strange noises
  4. Going so fast you feel like your face is peeling off

In other words, I thought it was awesome. One minute I couldnโ€™t see anything. I could only feel Mrs. Oโ€™Learyโ€™s fur and my fingers wrapped around the bronze links of her dog collar.

The next minute the shadows melted into a new scene. We were on a cliff in the woods of Connecticut. At least, it looked like Connecticut from the few times Iโ€™d been there: lots of trees, low stone walls, big houses.

Down one side of the cliff, a highway cut through a ravine. Down the other side was someoneโ€™s backyard. The property was hugeโ€”more wilderness than lawn. The house was a two-story white Colonial. Despite the fact that it was right on the other side of the hill from a highway, it felt like it was in the middle of nowhere. I could see a light glowing in the kitchen window. A rusty old swing set stood under an apple tree.

I couldnโ€™t imagine living in a house like this, with an actual yard and everything. Iโ€™d lived in a tiny apartment or a school dorm my whole life. If this was Lukeโ€™s home, I wondered why heโ€™d ever wanted to leave.

Mrs. Oโ€™Leary staggered. I remembered what Nico had said about shadow travel draining her, so I slipped off her back. She let out a huge toothy yawn that wouldโ€™ve scared a T. rex, then turned in a circle and flopped down so hard the ground shook. Nico appeared right next to me, as if the shadows had darkened and created him. He stumbled, but I caught his arm.

โ€œIโ€™m okay,โ€ he managed, rubbing his eyes.

โ€œHow did you do that?โ€

โ€œPractice. A few times running into walls. A few accidental trips to China.โ€

Mrs. Oโ€™Leary started snoring. If it hadnโ€™t been for the roar of traffic behind us, Iโ€™m sure she wouldโ€™ve woken up the whole neighborhood.

โ€œAre you going to take a nap too?โ€ I asked Nico.

He shook his head. โ€œThe first time I shadow traveled, I passed out for a week. Now it just makes me a little drowsy, but I canโ€™t do it more than once or twice a night. Mrs. Oโ€™Leary wonโ€™t be going anywhere for a while.โ€

โ€œSo weโ€™ve got some quality time in Connecticut.โ€ I gazed at the white Colonial house. โ€œWhat now?โ€

โ€œWe ring the doorbell,โ€ Nico said.

If I were Lukeโ€™s mom, I would not have opened my door at night for two strange kids. But I wasnโ€™tย anythingย like Lukeโ€™s mom.

I knew that even before we reached the front door. The sidewalk was lined with those little stuffed beanbag animals you see in gift shops. There were miniature lions, pigs, dragons, hydras, even a teeny Minotaur in a little Minotaur diaper. Judging from their sad shape, the beanbag creatures had been sitting out here a long timeโ€”since the snow melted last spring at least. One of the hydras had a tree sapling sprouting between its necks.

The front porch was infested with wind chimes. Shiny bits of glass and metal clinked in the breeze. Brass ribbons tinkled like water and made me realize I needed to use the bathroom. I didnโ€™t know how Ms. Castellan could stand all the noise.

The front door was painted turquoise. The name CASTELLAN was written in English, and below in Greek:

 

 

Nico looked at me. โ€œReady?โ€

Heโ€™d barely tapped the door when it swung open. โ€œLuke!โ€ the old lady cried happily.

She looked like someone who enjoyed sticking her fingers in electrical sockets. Her white hair stuck out in tufts all over her head. Her pink housedress was covered in scorch marks and smears of ash. When she smiled, her face looked unnaturally stretched, and the high-voltage light in her eyes made me wonder if she was blind.

โ€œOh, my dear boy!โ€ She hugged Nico. I was trying to figure out why she thought Nico was Luke (they looked absolutely nothing alike), when she smiled at me and said, โ€œLuke!โ€

She forgot all about Nico and gave me a hug. She smelled like burned cookies. She was as thin as a scarecrow, but that didnโ€™t stop her from almost crushing me.

โ€œCome in!โ€ she insisted. โ€œI have your lunch ready!โ€

She ushered us inside. The living room was even weirder than the front lawn. Mirrors and candles filled every available space. I couldnโ€™t look anywhere without seeing my own reflection. Above the mantel, a little bronze Hermes flew around the second hand of a ticking clock. I tried to imagine the god of messengers ever falling in love with this old woman, but the idea was too bizarre.

Then I noticed the framed picture on the mantel, and I froze. It was exactly like Rachelโ€™s sketchโ€”Luke around nine years old, with blond hair and a big smile and two missing teeth. The lack of a scar on his face made him look like a different personโ€”carefree and happy. How could Rachel have known about that picture?

โ€œThis way, my dear!โ€ Ms. Castellan steered me toward the back of the house. โ€œOh, I told them you would come back. I knew it!โ€

She sat us down at the kitchen table. Stacked on the counter were hundredsโ€”I mean hundredsโ€”of Tupperware boxes with peanut butter and jelly sandwiches inside. The ones on the bottom were green and fuzzy, like theyโ€™d been there for a long time. The smell reminded me of my sixth grade lockerโ€”and thatโ€™s not a good thing.

On top of the oven was a stack of cookie sheets. Each one had a dozen burned cookies on it. In the sink was a mountain of empty plastic Kool-Aid pitchers. A beanbag Medusa sat by the faucet like she was guarding the mess.

Ms. Castellan started humming as she got out peanut butter and jelly and started making a new sandwich. Something was burning in the oven. I got the feeling more cookies were on the way.

Above the sink, taped all around the window, were dozens of little pictures cut from magazines and newspaper adsโ€”pictures of Hermes from the FTD Flowers logo and Quickie Cleaners, pictures of the caduceus from medical ads.

My heart sank. I wanted to get out of that room, but Ms. Castellan kept smiling at me as she made the sandwich, like she was making sure I didnโ€™t bolt.

Nico coughed. โ€œUm, Ms. Castellan?โ€ โ€œMm?โ€

โ€œWe need to ask you about your son.โ€

โ€œOh, yes! They told me he would never come back. But I knew better.โ€ She patted my cheek affectionately, giving me peanut butter racing stripes.

โ€œWhen did you last see him?โ€ Nico asked. Her eyes lost focus.

โ€œHe was so young when he left,โ€ she said wistfully. โ€œThird grade.

Thatโ€™s too young to run away! He said heโ€™d be back for lunch. And I waited. He likes peanut butter sandwiches and cookies and Kool-Aid. Heโ€™ll be back for lunch very soonโ€ฆ.โ€ Then she looked at me and smiled. โ€œWhy, Luke, there you are! You look so handsome. You have your fatherโ€™s eyes.โ€

She turned toward the pictures of Hermes above the sink. โ€œNow thereโ€™s a good man. Yes, indeed. He comes to visit me, you know.โ€

The clock kept ticking in the other room. I wiped the peanut butter off my face and looked at Nico pleadingly, likeย Can we get out of here now?

โ€œMaโ€™am,โ€ Nico said. โ€œWhat, uhโ€ฆwhat happened to your eyes?โ€

Her gaze seemed fracturedโ€”like she was trying to focus on him through a kaleidoscope. โ€œWhy, Luke, you know the story. It was right before you were born, wasnโ€™t it? Iโ€™d always been special, able to see through theโ€ฆwhatever-they-call-it.โ€

โ€œThe Mist?โ€ I said.

โ€œYes, dear.โ€ She nodded encouragingly. โ€œAnd they offered me an important job. Thatโ€™s how special I was!โ€

I glanced at Nico, but he looked as confused as I was. โ€œWhat sort of job?โ€ I asked. โ€œWhat happened?โ€

Ms. Castellan frowned. Her knife hovered over the sandwich bread. โ€œDear me, it didnโ€™t work out, did it? Your father warned me not to try. He said it was too dangerous. But I had to. It was my destiny! And nowโ€ฆI still canโ€™t get the images out of my head. They make everything seem so fuzzy. Would you like some cookies?โ€

She pulled a tray out of the oven and dumped a dozen lumps of chocolate chip charcoal on the table.

โ€œLuke was so kind,โ€ Mrs. Castellan murmured. โ€œHe left to protect me, you know. He said if he went away, the monsters wouldnโ€™t threaten me. But I told him the monsters are no threat! They sit outside on the sidewalk all day, and they never come in.โ€ She picked up the little stuffed Medusa from the windowsill. โ€œDo they, Mrs. Medusa? No, no threat at all.โ€ She beamed at me. โ€œIโ€™m so glad you came home. I knew you werenโ€™t ashamed of me!โ€

I shifted in my seat. I imagined being Luke sitting at this table, eight or nine years old, and just beginning to realize that my mother wasnโ€™t all there.

โ€œMs. Castellan,โ€ I said. โ€œMom,โ€ she corrected.

โ€œUm, yeah. Have you seen Luke since he left home?โ€ โ€œWell, of course!โ€

I didnโ€™t know if she was imagining that or not. For all I knew, every time the mailman came to the door he was Luke. But Nico sat forward expectantly.

โ€œWhen?โ€ he asked. โ€œWhen did Luke visit you last?โ€

โ€œWell, it wasโ€ฆOh goodnessโ€ฆโ€ A shadow passed across her face. โ€œThe last time, he looked so different. A scar. A terrible scar, and his voice so full of painโ€ฆโ€

โ€œHis eyes,โ€ I said. โ€œWere they gold?โ€

โ€œGold?โ€ She blinked. โ€œNo. How silly. Luke has blue eyes. Beautiful blue eyes!โ€

So Luke really had been here, and this had happened before last summerโ€”before heโ€™d turned into Kronos.

โ€œMs. Castellan?โ€ Nico put his hand on the old womanโ€™s arm. โ€œThis is very important. Did he ask you for anything?โ€

She frowned as if trying to remember. โ€œMyโ€”my blessing. Isnโ€™t that sweet?โ€ She looked at us uncertainly. โ€œHe was going to a river, and he said he needed my blessing. I gave it to him. Of course I did.โ€

Nico looked at me triumphantly. โ€œThank you, maโ€™am. Thatโ€™s all the information weโ€”โ€

Mrs. Castellan gasped. She doubled over, and her cookie tray clattered to the floor. Nico and I jumped to our feet.

โ€œMs. Castellan?โ€ I said.

โ€œAHHHH.โ€ย She straightened. I scrambled away and almost fell over the kitchen table, because her eyesโ€”her eyes were glowing green.

โ€œMy child,โ€ย she rasped in a much deeper voice.ย โ€œMust protect him!

Hermes, help! Not my child! Not his fateโ€”no!โ€

She grabbed Nico by the shoulders and began to shake him as if to make him understand.ย โ€œNot his fate!โ€

Nico made a strangled scream and pushed her away. He gripped the hilt of his sword. โ€œPercy, we need to get outโ€”โ€

Suddenly Ms. Castellan collapsed. I lurched forward and caught her before she could hit the edge of the table. I managed to get her into a chair.

โ€œMs. C?โ€ I asked.

She muttered something incomprehensible and shook her head. โ€œGoodness. Iโ€ฆI dropped the cookies. How silly of me.โ€

She blinked, and her eyes were back to normalโ€”or at least, what they had been before. The green glow was gone.

โ€œAre you okay?โ€ I asked.

โ€œWell, of course, dear. Iโ€™m fine. Why do you ask?โ€ I glanced at Nico, who mouthed the wordย Leave.

โ€œMs. C., you were telling us something,โ€ I said. โ€œSomething about your son.โ€

โ€œWas I?โ€ she said dreamily. โ€œYes, his blue eyes. We were talking about his blue eyes. Such a handsome boy!โ€

โ€œWe have to go,โ€ Nico said urgently. โ€œWeโ€™ll tell Lukeโ€ฆuh, weโ€™ll tell him you said hello.โ€

โ€œBut you canโ€™t leave!โ€ Ms. Castellan got shakily to her feet, and I backed away. I felt silly being scared of a frail old woman, but the way her voice had changed, the way sheโ€™d grabbed Nicoโ€ฆ

โ€œHermes will be here soon,โ€ she promised. โ€œHeโ€™ll want to see his boy!โ€

โ€œMaybe next time,โ€ I said. โ€œThank you forโ€”โ€ I looked down at the burned cookies scattered on the floor. โ€œThanks for everything.โ€

She tried to stop us, to offer us Kool-Aid, but I had to get out of that house. On the front porch, she grabbed my wrist and I almost jumped out of my skin. โ€œLuke, at least be safe. Promise me youโ€™ll be safe.โ€

โ€œI willโ€ฆMom.โ€

That made her smile. She released my wrist, and as she closed the front door I could hear her talking to the candles: โ€œYou hear that? He will be safe. I told you he would be!โ€

As the door shut, Nico and I ran. The little beanbag animals on the sidewalk seemed to grin at us as we passed.

Back at the cliff, Mrs. Oโ€™Leary had found a friend.

A cozy campfire crackled in a ring of stones. A girl about eight years old was sitting cross-legged next to Mrs. Oโ€™Leary, scratching the hellhoundโ€™s ears.

The girl had mousy brown hair and a simple brown dress. She wore a scarf over her head so she looked like a pioneer kidโ€”like the ghost ofย Little House on the Prairieย or something. She poked the fire with a stick, and it seemed to glow more richly red than a normal fire.

โ€œHello,โ€ she said.

My first thought was: monster. When youโ€™re a demigod and you find a sweet little girl alone in the woodsโ€”thatโ€™s typically a good time to draw

your sword and attack. Plus, the encounter with Ms. Castellan had rattled me pretty bad.

But Nico bowed to the little girl. โ€œHello again, Lady.โ€

She studied me with eyes as red as the firelight. I decided it was safest to bow.

โ€œSit, Percy Jackson,โ€ she said. โ€œWould you like some dinner?โ€

After staring at moldy peanut butter sandwiches and burned cookies, I didnโ€™t have much of an appetite, but the girl waved her hand and a picnic appeared at the edge of the fire. There were plates of roast beef, baked potatoes, buttered carrots, fresh bread, and a whole bunch of other foods I hadnโ€™t had in a long time. My stomach started to rumble. It was the kind of home-cooked meal people are supposed to have but never do. The girl made a five-foot-long dog biscuit appear for Mrs. Oโ€™Leary, who happily began tearing it to shreds.

I sat next to Nico. We picked up our food, and I was about to dig in when I thought better of it.

I scraped part of my meal into the flames, the way we do at camp. โ€œFor the gods,โ€ I said.

The little girl smiled. โ€œThank you. As tender of the flame, I get a share of every sacrifice, you know.โ€

โ€œI recognize you now,โ€ I said. โ€œThe first time I came to camp, you were sitting by the fire, in the middle of the commons area.โ€

โ€œYou did not stop to talk,โ€ the girl recalled sadly. โ€œAlas, most never do. Nico talked to me. He was the first in many years. Everyone rushes about. No time for visiting family.โ€

โ€œYouโ€™re Hestia,โ€ I said. โ€œGoddess of the Hearth.โ€ She nodded.

Okayโ€ฆso she looked eight years old. I didnโ€™t ask. Iโ€™d learned that gods could look any way they pleased.

โ€œMy lady,โ€ Nico asked, โ€œwhy arenโ€™t you with the other Olympians, fighting Typhon?โ€

โ€œIโ€™m not much for fighting.โ€ Her red eyes flickered. I realized they werenโ€™t just reflecting the flames. They were filled with flamesโ€”but not like Aresโ€™s eyes. Hestiaโ€™s eyes were warm and cozy.

โ€œBesides,โ€ she said, โ€œsomeone has to keep the home fires burning while the other gods are away.โ€

โ€œSo youโ€™re guarding Mount Olympus?โ€ I asked.

โ€œโ€˜Guardโ€™ may be too strong a word. But if you ever need a warm place to sit and a home-cooked meal, you are welcome to visit. Now eat.โ€

My plate was empty before I knew it. Nico scarfed his down just as

fast.

โ€œThat was great,โ€ I said. โ€œThank you, Hestia.โ€

She nodded. โ€œDid you have a good visit with May Castellan?โ€

For a moment Iโ€™d almost forgotten the old lady with her bright eyes

and her maniacal smile, the way sheโ€™d suddenly seemed possessed. โ€œWhatโ€™s wrong with her, exactly?โ€ I asked.

โ€œShe was born with a gift,โ€ Hestia said. โ€œShe could see through the Mist.โ€

โ€œLike my mother,โ€ I said. And I was also thinking,ย Like Rachel. โ€œBut the glowing eyes thingโ€”โ€

โ€œSome bear the curse of sight better than others,โ€ the goddess said sadly. โ€œFor a while, May Castellan had many talents. She attracted the attention of Hermes himself. They had a beautiful baby boy. For a brief time, she was happy. And then she went too far.โ€

I remembered what Mrs. Castellan had said:ย They offered me an important jobโ€ฆIt didnโ€™t work out.ย I wondered what kind of job left you like that.

โ€œOne minute she was all happy,โ€ I said. โ€œAnd then she was freaking out about her sonโ€™s fate, like she knew heโ€™d turned into Kronos. What happened toโ€ฆto divide her like that?โ€

The goddessโ€™s face darkened. โ€œThat is a story I do not like to tell. But May Castellan saw too much. If you are to understand your enemy Luke, you must understand his family.โ€

I thought about the sad little pictures of Hermes taped above May Castellanโ€™s sink. I wondered if Ms. Castellan had been so crazy when Luke was little. That green-eyed fit couldโ€™ve seriously scared a nine-year- old kid. And if Hermes never visited, if heโ€™d left Luke alone with his mom all those yearsโ€ฆ

โ€œNo wonder Luke ran away,โ€ I said. โ€œI mean, it wasnโ€™t right to leave his mom like that, but stillโ€”he was just a kid. Hermes shouldnโ€™t have abandoned them.โ€

Hestia scratched behind Mrs. Oโ€™Learyโ€™s ears. The hellhound wagged her tail and accidentally knocked over a tree.

โ€œItโ€™s easy to judge others,โ€ Hestia warned. โ€œBut will you follow Lukeโ€™s path? Seek the same powers?โ€

Nico set down his plate. โ€œWe have no choice, my lady. Itโ€™s the only way Percy stands a chance.โ€

โ€œMmm.โ€ Hestia opened her hand and the fire roared. Flames shot thirty feet into the air. Heat slapped me in the face. Then the fire died back down to normal.

โ€œNot all powers are spectacular.โ€ Hestia looked at me. โ€œSometimes the hardest power to master is the power of yielding. Do you believe me?โ€

โ€œUh-huh,โ€ I said. Anything to keep her from messing with her flame powers again.

The goddess smiled. โ€œYou are a good hero, Percy Jackson. Not too proud. I like that. But you have much to learn. When Dionysus was made a god, I gave up my throne for him. It was the only way to avoid a civil war among the gods.โ€

โ€œIt unbalanced the Council,โ€ I remembered. โ€œSuddenly there were seven guys and five girls.โ€

Hestia shrugged. โ€œIt was the best solution, not a perfect one. Now I tend the fire. I fade slowly into the background. No one will ever write epic poems about the deeds of Hestia. Most demigods donโ€™t even stop to talk to me. But that is no matter. I keep the peace. I yield when necessary. Can you do this?โ€

โ€œI donโ€™t know what you mean.โ€

She studied me. โ€œPerhaps not yet. But soon. Will you continue your quest?โ€

โ€œIs that why youโ€™re hereโ€”to warn me against going?โ€

Hestia shook her head. โ€œI am here because when all else fails, when all the other mighty gods have gone off to war, I am all thatโ€™s left. Home.

Hearth. I am the last Olympian. You must remember me when you face your final decision.โ€

I didnโ€™t like the way she saidย final.

I looked at Nico, then back at Hestiaโ€™s warm glowing eyes. โ€œI have to continue, my lady. I have to stop Lukeโ€ฆI mean Kronos.โ€

Hestia nodded. โ€œVery well. I cannot be of much assistance, beyond what I have already told you. But since you sacrificed to me, I can return you to your own hearth. I will see you again, Percy, on Olympus.โ€

Her tone was ominous, as though our next meeting would not be happy.

The goddess waved her hand, and everything faded.

Suddenly I was home. Nico and I were sitting on the couch in my momโ€™s apartment on the Upper East Side. That was the good news. The bad news was that the rest of the living room was occupied by Mrs.

Oโ€™Leary.

I heard a muffled yell from the bedroom. Paulโ€™s voice said, โ€œWho put this wall of fur in the doorway?โ€

โ€œPercy?โ€ my mom called out. โ€œAre you here? Are you all right?โ€ โ€œIโ€™m here!โ€ I shouted back.

โ€œWOOF!โ€ย Mrs. Oโ€™Leary tried to turn in a circle to find my mom, knocking all the pictures off the walls. Sheโ€™s only met my mom once before (long story), but she loves her.

It took a few minutes, but we finally got things worked out. After destroying most of the furniture in the living room and probably making our neighbors really mad, we got my parents out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, where we sat around the kitchen table. Mrs. Oโ€™Leary still took up the entire living room, but sheโ€™d settled her head in the kitchen doorway so she could see us, which made her happy. My mom tossed her a ten-pound family-size tube of ground beef, which disappeared down her gullet. Paul poured lemonade for the rest of us while I explained about our visit to Connecticut.

โ€œSo itโ€™s true.โ€ Paul stared at me like heโ€™d never seen me before. He was wearing his white bathrobe, now covered in hellhound fur, and his

salt-and-pepper hair was sticking up in every direction. โ€œAll the talk about monsters, and being a demigodโ€ฆitโ€™s really true.โ€

I nodded. Last fall Iโ€™d explained to Paul who I was. My mom had backed me up. But until this moment, I donโ€™t think he really believed us.

โ€œSorry about Mrs. Oโ€™Leary,โ€ I said, โ€œdestroying the living room and

all.โ€

Paul laughed like he was delighted. โ€œAre you kidding? This is

awesome! I mean, when I saw the hoofprints on the Prius, I thought maybe. But this!โ€

He patted Mrs. Oโ€™Learyโ€™s snout. The living room shookโ€”BOOM, BOOM, BOOMโ€”which either meant a SWAT team was breaking down the door or Mrs. Oโ€™Leary was wagging her tail.

I couldnโ€™t help but smile. Paul was a pretty cool guy, even if he was my English teacher as well as my stepdad.

โ€œThanks for not freaking out,โ€ I said.

โ€œOh, Iโ€™m freaking out,โ€ he promised, his eyes wide. โ€œI just think itโ€™s awesome!โ€

โ€œYeah, well,โ€ I said, โ€œyou may not be so excited when you hear whatโ€™s happening.โ€

I told Paul and my mom about Typhon, and the gods, and the battle that was sure to come. Then I told them Nicoโ€™s plan.

My mom laced her fingers around her lemonade glass. She was wearing her old blue flannel bathrobe, and her hair was tied back.

Recently sheโ€™d started writing a novel, like sheโ€™d wanted to do for years, and I could tell sheโ€™d been working on it late into the night, because the circles under her eyes were darker than usual.

Behind her at the kitchen window, silvery moon lace glowed in the flower box. Iโ€™d brought the magical plant back from Calypsoโ€™s island last summer, and it bloomed like crazy under my motherโ€™s care. The scent always calmed me down, but it also made me sad because it reminded me of lost friends.

My mom took a deep breath, like she was thinking how to tell me no. โ€œPercy, itโ€™s dangerous,โ€ she said. โ€œEven for you.โ€

โ€œMom, I know. I could die. Nico explained that. But if we donโ€™t try

โ€”โ€

โ€œWeโ€™ll all die,โ€ Nico said. He hadnโ€™t touched his lemonade. โ€œMs.

Jackson, we donโ€™t stand a chance against an invasion. And thereย willย be an invasion.โ€

โ€œAn invasion of New York?โ€ Paul said. โ€œIs that even possible? How could we not see theโ€ฆthe monsters?โ€

He said the word like he still couldnโ€™t believe this was real.

โ€œI donโ€™t know,โ€ I admitted. โ€œI donโ€™t see how Kronos could just march into Manhattan, but the Mist is strong. Typhon is trampling across the country right now, and mortals think heโ€™s a storm system.โ€

โ€œMs. Jackson,โ€ Nico said, โ€œPercy needs your blessing. The processย hasย to start that way. I wasnโ€™t sure until we met Lukeโ€™s mom, but now Iโ€™m positive. This has only been done successfully twice before. Both times, the mother had to give her blessing. She had to be willing to let her son take the risk.โ€

โ€œYou want me to bless this?โ€ She shook her head. โ€œItโ€™s crazy. Percy, pleaseโ€”โ€

โ€œMom, I canโ€™t do it without you.โ€

โ€œAnd if you survive thisโ€ฆthisย process?โ€

โ€œThen I go to war,โ€ I said. โ€œMe against Kronos. And only one of us will survive.โ€

I didnโ€™t tell her the whole prophecyโ€”about the soul reaping and the end of my days. She didnโ€™t need to know that I was probably doomed. I could only hope Iโ€™d stop Kronos and save the rest of the world before I died.

โ€œYouโ€™re my son,โ€ she said miserably. โ€œI canโ€™t justโ€ฆโ€

I could tell Iโ€™d have to push her harder if I wanted her to agree, but I didnโ€™t want to. I remembered poor Ms. Castellan in her kitchen, waiting for her son to come home. And I realized how lucky I was. My mom had always been there for me, always tried to make things normal for me, even with the gods and monsters and stuff. She put up with me going off on adventures, but now I was asking her blessing to do something that would probably get me killed.

I locked eyes with Paul, and some kind of understanding passed between us.

โ€œSally.โ€ He put his hand over my motherโ€™s hands. โ€œI canโ€™t claim to know what you and Percy have been going through all these years. But it sounds to meโ€ฆit sounds like Percy is doing something noble. I wish I had that much courage.โ€

I got a lump in my throat. I didnโ€™t get compliments like that too much.

My mom stared at her lemonade. She looked like she was trying not to cry. I thought about what Hestia had said, about how hard it was to yield, and I figured maybe my mom was finding that out.

โ€œPercy,โ€ she said, โ€œI give you my blessing.โ€

I didnโ€™t feel any different. No magic glow lit the kitchen or anything. I glanced at Nico.

He looked more anxious than ever, but he nodded. โ€œItโ€™s time.โ€ โ€œPercy,โ€ my mom said. โ€œOne last thing. If youโ€ฆif you survive this

fight with Kronos, send me a sign.โ€ She rummaged through her purse and

handed me her cell phone.

โ€œMom,โ€ I said, โ€œyou know demigods and phonesโ€”โ€

โ€œI know,โ€ she said. โ€œBut just in case. If youโ€™re not able to callโ€ฆ maybe a sign that I could see from anywhere in Manhattan. To let me know youโ€™re okay.โ€

โ€œLike Theseus,โ€ Paul suggested. โ€œHe was supposed to raise white sails when he came home to Athens.โ€

โ€œExcept he forgot,โ€ Nico muttered. โ€œAnd his father jumped off the palace roof in despair. But other than that, it was a great idea.โ€

โ€œWhat about a flag or a flare?โ€ my mom said. โ€œFrom Olympusโ€”the Empire State Building.โ€

โ€œSomething blue,โ€ I said.

Weโ€™d had a running joke for years about blue food. It was my favorite color, and my mom went out of her way to humor me. Every year my birthday cake, my Easter basket, my Christmas candy canes always had to be blue.

โ€œYes,โ€ my mom agreed. โ€œIโ€™ll watch for a blue signal. And Iโ€™ll try to avoid jumping off palace roofs.โ€

She gave me one last hug. I tried not to feel like I was saying good- bye. I shook hands with Paul. Then Nico and I walked to the kitchen doorway and looked at Mrs. Oโ€™Leary.

โ€œSorry, girl,โ€ I said. โ€œShadow travel time again.โ€

She whimpered and crossed her paws over her snout. โ€œWhere now?โ€ I asked Nico. โ€œLos Angeles?โ€

โ€œNo need,โ€ he said. โ€œThereโ€™s a closer entrance to the Underworld.โ€

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