by Rick Riordan
Page 19
"Nice coat," Thalia told me.
I pulled the brown duster around me, thankful for the warmth. "Yeah, but the Nemean Lion wasnt the monster were looking for. "
"Not even close. Weve got a long way to go. "
"Whatever this mystery monster is, the General said it would come for you. They wanted to isolate you from the group, so the monster will appear and battle you one-on-one. "
"He said that?"
"Well, something like that. Yeah. "
"Thats great. I love being used as bait. "
"No idea what the monster might be?"
She shook her head morosely. "But you know where were going, dont you? San Francisco. Thats where Artemis was heading. "
I remembered something Annabeth had said at the dance: how her dad was moving to San Francisco, and there was no way she could go. Half-bloods couldnt live there.
"Why?" I asked. "Whats so bad about San Francisco?"
"The Mist is really thick there because the Mountain of Despair is so near. Titan magic—whats left of it—still lingers. Monsters are attracted to that area like you wouldnt believe. "
"Whats the Mountain of Despair?"
Thalia raised an eyebrow. "You really dont know? Ask stupid Zoe. Shes the expert. "
She glared out the windshield. I wanted to ask her what she was talking about, but I also didnt want to sound like an idiot. I hated feeling like Thalia knew more than I did, so I kept my mouth shut.
The afternoon sun shone through the steel-mesh side of the freight car, casting a shadow across Thalias face. I thought about how different she was from Zoe—Zoe all formal and aloof like a princess, Thalia with her ratty clothes and her rebel attitude. But there was something similar about them, too. The same kind of toughness. Right now, sitting in the shadows with a gloomy expression, Thalia looked a lot like one of the Hunters.
Then suddenly, it hit me: "Thats why you dont get along with Zoe. "
Thalia frowned. "What?"
"The Hunters tried to recruit you," I guessed.
Her eyes got dangerously bright. I thought she was going to zap me out of the Mercedes, but she just sighed. I almost joined them," she admitted. "Luke, Annabeth, and I ran into them once, and Zoe tried to convince me. She almost did, but…"
"But?"
Thalias fingers gripped the wheel. "I wouldve had to leave Luke. "
"Oh. "
"Zoe and I got into a fight. She told me I was being stupid. She said Id regret my choice. She said Luke would let me down someday. "
I watched the sun through the metal curtain. We seemed to be traveling faster each second—shadows flickering like an old movie projector.
"Thats harsh," I said. "Hard to admit Zoe was right. "
"She wasnt right! Luke never let me down. Never. "
"Well have to fight him," I said. "Theres no way around it. "
Thalia didnt answer.
"You havent seen him lately," I warned. "I know its hard to believe, but—"
"Ill do what I have to. "
"Even if that means killing him?"
"Do me a favor," she said. "Get out of my car. "
I felt so bad for her I didnt argue.
As I was about to leave, she said, "Percy. "
When I looked back, her eyes were red, but I couldnt tell if it was from anger or sadness. "Annabeth wanted to join the Hunters, too. Maybe you should think about why. "
Before I could respond, she raised the power windows and shut me out.
I sat in the drivers seat of Grovers Lamborghini. Grover was asleep in the back. Hed finally given up trying to impress Zoe and Bianca with his pipe music after he played "Poison Ivy" and caused that very stuff to sprout from their Lexuss air conditioner.
As I watched the sun go down, I thought of Annabeth. I was afraid to go to sleep. I was worried what I might dream.
"Oh, dont be afraid of dreams," a voice said right next to me.
I looked over. Somehow, I wasnt surprised to find the homeless guy from the rail yard sitting in the shotgun seat. His jeans were so worn out they were almost white. His coat was ripped, with stuffing coming out. He looked kind of like a teddy bear that had been run over by a truck.
"If it werent for dreams," he said, "I wouldnt know half the things I know about the future. Theyre better than Olympus tabloids. " He cleared his throat, then held up his hands dramatically:
"Dreams like a podcast,
Downloading truth in my ears.
They tell me cool stuff"
Apollo?" I guessed, because I figured nobody else could make a haiku that bad.
He put his finger to his lips. "Im incognito. Call me Fred. "
"A god named Fred?"
"Eh, well… Zeus insists on certain rules. Hands off, when theres a human quest. Even when something really major is wrong. But nobody messes with my baby sister. Nobody. "
"Can you help us, then?"
"Shhh. I already have. Havent you been looking outside?"
"The train. How fast are we moving?"
Apollo chuckled. "Fast enough. Unfortunately, were running out of time. Its almost sunset. But I imagine well get you across a good chunk of America, at least. "
"But where is Artemis?"
His face darkened. "I know a lot, and I see a lot. But even I dont know that. Shes… clouded from me. I dont like it. "
"And Annabeth?"
He frowned. "Oh, you mean that girl you lost? Hmm. I dont know. "
I tried not to feel mad. I knew the gods had a hard time taking mortals seriously, even half-bloods. We lived such short lives, compared to the gods.
"What about the monster Artemis was seeking?" I asked. "Do you know what it is?"
"No," Apollo said. "But there is one who might. If you havent yet found the monster when you reach San Francisco, seek out Nereus, the Old Man of the Sea. He has a long memory and a sharp eye. He has the gift of knowledge sometimes kept obscure from my Oracle. "
"But its your Oracle," I protested. "Cant you tell us what the prophecy means?"
Apollo sighed. "You might as well ask an artist to explain his art, or ask a poet to explain his poem. It defeats the purpose. The meaning is only clear through the search. "
"In other words, you dont know. "
Apollo checked his watch. "Ah, look at the time! I have to run. I doubt I can risk helping you again, Percy, but remember what I said! Get some sleep! And when you return, I expect a good haiku about your journey!"
I wanted to protest that I wasnt tired and Id never made up a haiku in my life, but Apollo snapped his fingers, and the next thing I knew I was closing my eyes.
In my dream, I was somebody else. I was wearing an old-fashioned Greek tunic, which was a little too breezy downstairs, and laced leather sandals. The Nemean Lions skin was wrapped around my back like a cape, and I was running somewhere, being pulled along by a girl who was tightly gripping my hand.
"Hurry!" she said. It was too dark to see her face clearly, but I could hear the fear in her voice. "He will find us!"
It was nighttime. A million stars blazed above. We were running through tall grass, and the scent of a thousand different flowers made the air intoxicating. It was a beautiful garden, and yet the girl was leading me through it, as if we were about to die.
"Im not afraid," I tried to tell her.
"You should be!" she said, pulling me along. She had long dark hair braided down her back. Her silk robes glowed faintly in the starlight.
We raced up the side of the hill. She pulled me behind a thorn bush and we collapsed, both breathing heavily. I didnt know why the girl was scared. The garden seemed so peaceful. And I felt strong. Stronger than Id ever felt before.
"There is no need to run," I told her. My voice sounded deeper, much more confident. "I have bested a thousand monsters with my bare hands. "
"Not this one," the girl said. "Ladon is too strong. You must go around, up the mountain to my father. It is the only way
. "
The hurt in her voice surprised me. She was really concerned, almost like she cared about me.
"I dont trust your father," I said.
"You should not," the girl agreed. "You will have to trick him. But you cannot take the prize directly. You will die. "
I chuckled. "Then why dont you help me, pretty one?"
"I… I am afraid. Ladon will stop me. My sisters, if they found out… they would disown me. "
"Then theres nothing for it. " I stood up, rubbing my hands together.
"Wait. " the girl said.
She seemed to be agonizing over a decision. Then, her fingers trembling, she reached up and plucked a long white brooch from her hair. "If you must fight, take this. My mother, Pleione, gave it to me. She was a daughter of the ocean, and the oceans power is within it. My immortal power. "
The girl breathed on the pin and it glowed faintly. It gleamed in the starlight like polished abalone.
"Take it," she told me. "And make of it a weapon. "
I laughed. "A hairpin? How will this slay Ladon, pretty one?"
"It may not," she admitted. "But it is all I can offer, if you insist on being stubborn. "
The girls voice softened my heart. I reached down and took the hairpin, and as I did, it grew longer and heavier in my hand, until I held a familiar bronze sword.
"Well balanced," I said. "Though I usually prefer to use my bare hands. What shall I name this blade?"
"Anaklusmos," the girl said sadly. "The current that takes one by surprise. And before you know it, you have been swept out to sea. "
Before I could thank her, there was a trampling sound in the grass, a hiss like air escaping a tire, and the girl said, "Too late! He is here!"
I sat bolt upright in the Lamborghinis drivers seat. Grover was shaking my arm.
"Percy," he said. "Its morning. The trains stopped. Come on!"
I tried to shake off my drowsiness. Thalia, Zoe, and Bianca had already rolled up the metal curtains. Outside were snowy mountains dotted with pine trees, the sun rising red between two peaks.
I fished my pen out of my pocket and stared at it. Anaklusmos, the Ancient Greek name for Riptide. A different form, but I was sure it was the same blade Id seen in my dream.
And I was sure of something else, too. The girl I had seen was Zoe Nightshade.
TWELVE
I GO SNOWBOARDINC WITH A PIG
Wed arrived on the outskirts of a little ski town nestled in the mountains. The sign said WELCOME TO CLOUDCROFT, NEW MEXICO. The air was cold and thin. The roofs of the cabins were heaped with snow, and dirty mounds of it were piled up on the sides of the streets. Tall pine trees loomed over the valley, casting pitch-black shadows, though the morning was sunny.
Even with my lion-skin coat, I was freezing by the time we got to Main Street, which was about half a mile from the train tracks. As we walked, I told Grover about my conversation with Apollo the night before—how hed told me to seek out Nereus in San Francisco.
Grover looked uneasy. "Thats good, I guess. But weve got to get there first. "