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by Rick Riordan


  ‘Yield!’ Thalia yelled. ‘You never could beat me, Luke.’

  He bared his teeth. ‘We’ll see, my old friend.’

  Sweat poured down my face. My hands were slippery. My shoulders would’ve screamed with agony if they could. I felt like the vertebrae in my spine were being welded together by a blowtorch.

  Atlas advanced, pressing Artemis. She was fast, but his strength was unstoppable. His javelin slammed into the earth where Artemis had been a split second before, and a fissure opened in the rocks. He leaped over it and kept pursuing her. She was leading him back towards me.

  Get ready, she spoke in my mind.

  I was losing the ability to think through the pain. My response was something like Agggghh-owwwwwwww.

  ‘You fight well for a girl.’ Atlas laughed. ‘But you are no match for me.’

  He feinted with the tip of his javelin and Artemis dodged. I saw the trick coming. Atlas’s javelin swept round and knocked Artemis’s legs off the ground. She fell, and Atlas brought up his javelin tip for the kill.

  ‘No!’ Zoë screamed. She leaped between her father and Artemis and shot an arrow straight into the Titan’s forehead, where it lodged like a unicorn’s horn. Atlas bellowed in rage. He swept aside his daughter with the back of his hand, sending her flying into the black rocks.

  I wanted to shout her name, run to her aid, but I couldn’t speak or move. I couldn’t even see where Zoë had landed. Then Atlas turned on Artemis with a look of triumph in his face. Artemis seemed to be wounded. She didn’t get up.

  ‘The first blood in a new war,’ Atlas gloated. And he stabbed downward.

  As fast as thought, Artemis grabbed his javelin shaft. It hit the earth right next to her and she pulled backwards, using the javelin like a lever, kicking the Titan Lord and sending him flying over her. I saw him coming down on top of me and I realized what would happen. I loosened my grip on the sky, and as Atlas slammed into me I didn’t try to hold on. I let myself be pushed out of the way and rolled for all I was worth.

  The weight of the sky dropped onto Atlas’s back, almost smashing him flat until he managed to get to his knees, struggling to get out from under the crushing weight of the sky. But it was too late.

  ‘NOOOOOO!’ He bellowed so hard it shook the mountain. ‘NOT AGAIN!’

  Atlas was trapped under his old burden.

  I tried to stand and fell back again, dazed from pain. My body felt like it was burning up.

  Thalia backed Luke to the edge of a cliff, but still they fought on, next to the golden coffin. Thalia had tears in her eyes. Luke had a bloody slash across his chest and his pale face glistened with sweat.

  He lunged at Thalia and she slammed him with her shield. Luke’s sword spun out of his hands and clattered to the rocks. Thalia put her spear point to his throat.

  For a moment, there was silence.

  ‘Well?’ Luke asked. He tried to hide it, but I could hear fear in his voice.

  Thalia trembled with fury.

  Behind her, Annabeth came scrambling, finally free from her bonds. Her face was bruised and streaked with dirt. ‘Don’t kill him!’

  ‘He’s a traitor,’ Thalia said. ‘A traitor!’

  In my daze, I realized that Artemis was no longer with me. She had run off towards the black rocks where Zoë had fallen.

  ‘We’ll bring Luke back,’ Annabeth pleaded. ‘To Olympus. He… he’ll be useful.’

  ‘Is that what you want, Thalia?’ Luke sneered. ‘To go back to Olympus in triumph? To please your dad?’

  Thalia hesitated, and Luke made a desperate grab for her spear.

  ‘No!’ Annabeth shouted. But it was too late. Without thinking, Thalia kicked Luke away. He lost his balance, terror on his face, and then he fell.

  ‘Luke!’ Annabeth screamed.

  We rushed to the cliff’s edge. Below us, the army from the Princess Andromeda had stopped in amazement. They were staring at Luke’s broken form on the rocks. Despite how much I hated him, I couldn’t stand to see it. I wanted to believe he was still alive, but that was impossible. The fall was fifteen metres at least, and he wasn’t moving.

  One of the giants looked up and growled, ‘Kill them!’

  Thalia was stiff with grief, tears streaming down her cheeks. I pulled her back as a wave of javelins sailed over our heads. We ran for the rocks, ignoring the curses and threats of Atlas as we passed.

  ‘Artemis!’ I yelled.

  The goddess looked up, her face almost as grief-stricken as Thalia’s. Zoë lay in the goddess’s arms. She was breathing. Her eyes were open. But still…

  ‘The wound is poisoned,’ Artemis said.

  ‘Atlas poisoned her?’ I asked.

  ‘No,’ the goddess said. ‘Not Atlas.’

  She showed us the wound in Zoë’s side. I’d almost forgotten her scrape with Ladon the dragon. The bite was much worse than Zoë had let on. I could barely look at the wound. She had charged into battle against her father with a horrible cut already sapping her strength.

  ‘The stars,’ Zoë murmured. ‘I cannot see them.’

  ‘Nectar and ambrosia,’ I said. ‘Come on! We have to get her some.’

  No one moved. Grief hung in the air. The army of Kronos was just below the rise. Even Artemis was too shocked to stir. We might’ve met our doom right there, but then I heard a strange buzzing noise.

  Just as the army of monsters came over the hill, a Sopwith Camel swooped down out of the sky.

  ‘Get away from my daughter!’ Dr Chase called down, and his machine guns burst into life, peppering the ground with bullet holes and startling the whole group of monsters into scattering.

  ‘Dad?’ yelled Annabeth in disbelief.

  ‘Run!’ he called back, his voice growing fainter as the biplane swooped by.

  This shook Artemis out of her grief. She stared up at the antique plane, which was now banking round for another strafe.

  ‘A brave man,’ Artemis said with grudging approval. ‘Come. We must get Zoë away from here.’

  She raised her hunting horn to her lips, and its clear sound echoed down the valleys of Marin. Zoë’s eyes were fluttering.

  ‘Hang in there!’ I told her. ‘It’ll be all right!’

  The Sopwith Camel swooped down again. A few giants threw javelins, and one flew straight between the wings of the plane, but the machine guns blazed. I realized with amazement that somehow Dr Chase must’ve got hold of celestial bronze to fashion his bullets. The first row of snake women wailed as the machine gun’s volley blew them into sulphurous yellow powder.

  ‘That’s… my dad!’ Annabeth said in amazement.

  We didn’t have time to admire his flying. The giants and snake women were already recovering from their surprise. Dr Chase would be in trouble soon.

  Just then, the moonlight brightened, and a silver chariot appeared from the sky, drawn by the most beautiful deer I had ever seen. It landed right next to us.

  ‘Get in,’ Artemis said.

  Annabeth helped me get Thalia on board. Then I helped Artemis with Zoë. We wrapped Zoë in a blanket as Artemis pulled the reins and the chariot sped away from the mountain, straight into the air.

  ‘Like Santa Claus’s sleigh,’ I murmured, still dazed with pain.

  Artemis took time to look back at me. ‘Indeed, young half-blood. And where do you think that legend came from?’

  Seeing us safely away, Dr Chase turned his biplane and followed us like an honour guard. It must have been one of the strangest sights ever, even for the Bay Area: a silver flying chariot pulled by deer, escorted by a Sopwith Camel.

  Behind us, the army of Kronos roared in anger as they gathered on the summit of Mount Tamalpais, but the loudest sound was the voice of Atlas, bellowing curses against the gods as he struggled under the weight of the sky.

  18 A Friend Says Goodbye

  We landed at Crissy Field after nightfall.

  As soon as Dr Chase stepped out of his Sopwith Camel, Annabeth ran to him and gave hi
m a huge hug. ‘Dad! You flew… you shot… oh my gods! That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen!’

  Her father blushed. ‘Well, not bad for a middle-aged mortal, I suppose.’

  ‘But the celestial bronze bullets! How did you get those?’

  ‘Ah, well. You did leave quite a few half-blood weapons in your room in Virginia, the last time you… left.’

  Annabeth looked down, embarrassed. I noticed Dr Chase was very careful not to say ran away.

  ‘I decided to try melting some down to make bullet casings,’ he continued. ‘Just a little experiment.’

  He said it like it was no big deal, but he had a gleam in his eye. I could understand all of a sudden why Athena, Goddess of Crafts and Wisdom, had taken a liking to him. He was an excellent mad scientist at heart.

  ‘Dad…’ Annabeth faltered.

  ‘Annabeth, Percy,’ Thalia interrupted. Her voice was urgent. She and Artemis were kneeling at Zoë’s side, binding the huntress’s wounds.

  Annabeth and I ran over to help, but there wasn’t much we could do. We had no ambrosia or nectar. No regular medicine would help. It was dark, but I could see that Zoë didn’t look good. She was shivering, and the faint glow that usually hung around her was fading.

  ‘Can’t you heal her with magic?’ I asked Artemis. ‘I mean… you’re a goddess.’

  Artemis looked troubled. ‘Life is a fragile thing, Percy. If the Fates will the string to be cut, there is little I can do. But I can try.’

  She tried to set her hand on Zoë’s side, but Zoë gripped her wrist. She looked into the goddess’s eyes, and some kind of understanding passed between them.

  ‘Have I… served thee well?’ Zoë whispered.

  ‘With great honour,’ Artemis said softly. ‘The finest of my attendants.’

  Zoë’s face relaxed. ‘Rest. At last.’

  ‘I can try to heal the poison, my brave one.’

  But in that moment, I knew it wasn’t just the poison that was killing her. It was her father’s final blow. Zoë had known all along that the Oracle’s prophecy was about her: she would die by a parent’s hand. And yet she’d taken the quest anyway. She had chosen to save me, and Atlas’s fury had broken her inside.

  She saw Thalia, and took her hand.

  ‘I am sorry we argued,’ Zoë said. ‘We could have been sisters.’

  ‘It’s my fault,’ Thalia said, blinking hard. ‘You were right about Luke, about heroes, men – everything.’

  ‘Perhaps not all men,’ Zoë murmured. She smiled weakly at me. ‘Do you still have the sword, Percy?’

  I couldn’t speak, but I brought out Riptide and put the pen in her hand. She grasped it contentedly. ‘You spoke the truth, Percy Jackson. You are nothing like… like Hercules. I am honoured that you carry this sword.’

  A shudder ran through her body.

  ‘Zoë –’ I said.

  ‘Stars,’ she whispered. ‘I can see the stars again, my lady.’

  A tear trickled down Artemis’s cheek. ‘Yes, my brave one. They are beautiful tonight.’

  ‘Stars,’ Zoë repeated. Her eyes fixed on the night sky. And she did not move again.

  Thalia lowered her head. Annabeth gulped down a sob, and her father put his hands on her shoulders. I watched as Artemis cupped her hand above Zoë’s mouth and spoke a few words in Ancient Greek. A silvery wisp of smoke exhaled from Zoë’s lips and was caught in the hand of the goddess. Zoë’s body shimmered and disappeared.

  Artemis stood, said a kind of blessing, breathed into her cupped hand and released the silver dust to the sky. It flew up, sparkling, and vanished.

  For a moment, I didn’t see anything different. Then Annabeth gasped. Looking up in the sky, I saw that the stars were brighter now. They made a pattern I had never noticed before – a gleaming constellation that looked a lot like a girl’s figure – a girl with a bow, running across the sky.

  ‘Let the world honour you, my huntress,’ Artemis said. ‘Live forever in the stars.’

  It wasn’t easy saying our goodbyes. The thunder and lightning were still boiling over Mount Tamalpais in the north. Artemis was so upset she flickered with silver light. This made me nervous, because if she suddenly lost control and appeared in her fully divine form, we would disintegrate if we looked at her.

  ‘I must go to Olympus immediately.’ Artemis said. ‘I will not be able to take you, but I will send help.’

  The goddess set her hand on Annabeth’s shoulder. ‘You are brave beyond measure, my girl. You will do what is right.’

  Then she looked quizzically at Thalia, as if she weren’t sure what to make of this younger daughter of Zeus. Thalia seemed reluctant to look up, but something made her, and she held the goddess’s eyes. I wasn’t sure what passed between them, but Artemis’s gaze softened with sympathy. Then she turned to me.

  ‘You did well,’ she said. ‘For a man.’

  I wanted to protest. But then I realized it was the first time she hadn’t called me a boy.

  She mounted her chariot, which began to glow. We averted our eyes. There was a flash of silver, and the goddess was gone.

  ‘Well,’ Dr Chase sighed. ‘She was impressive, though I must say I still prefer Athena.’

  Annabeth turned towards him. ‘Dad, I… I’m sorry that –’

  ‘Shh.’ He hugged her. ‘Do what you must, my dear. I know this isn’t easy for you.’

  His voice was a little shaky, but he gave Annabeth a brave smile.

  Then I heard the whoosh of large wings. Three pegasi descended through the fog: two white winged horses and one pure black one.

  ‘Blackjack!’ I called.

  Yo, boss! he called. You manage to stay alive okay without me?

  ‘It was rough,’ I admitted.

  I brought Guido and Porkpie with me.

  How ya doin? The other two pegasi spoke in my mind.

  Blackjack looked me over with concern, then checked out Dr Chase, Thalia and Annabeth. Any of these goons you want us to stampede?

  ‘Nah,’ I said aloud. ‘These are my friends. We need to get to Olympus pretty fast.’

  No problem, Blackjack said. Except for the mortal over there. Hope he’s not going.

  I assured him Dr Chase was not. The professor was staring open-mouthed at the pegasi.

  ‘Fascinating,’ he said. ‘Such manoeuvrability! How does the wingspan compensate for the weight of the horse’s body, I wonder?’

  Blackjack cocked his head. Whaaaat?

  ‘Why, if the British had had these pegasi in the cavalry charges in the Crimea,’ Dr Chase said, ‘the charge of the Light Brigade –’

  ‘Dad!’ Annabeth interrupted.

  Dr Chase blinked. He looked at his daughter and managed a smile. ‘I’m sorry, my dear. I know you must go.’

  He gave her one last awkward, well-meaning hug. As she turned to climb aboard the pegasus Guido, Dr Chase called, ‘Annabeth. I know… I know San Francisco is a dangerous place for you. But please remember you always have a home with us. We will keep you safe.’

  Annabeth didn’t answer, but her eyes were red as she turned away. Dr Chase started to say more, then apparently thought better of it. He raised his hand in sad farewell and trudged away across the dark field.

  Thalia and Annabeth and I mounted our pegasi. Together we soared over the bay and flew towards the eastern hills. Soon San Francisco was only a glittering crescent behind us, with an occasional flicker of lightning in the north.

  Thalia was so exhausted she fell asleep on Porkpie’s back. I knew she had to be really tired to sleep in the air, despite her fear of heights, but she didn’t have much to worry about. Her pegasus flew with ease, adjusting himself every once in a while so Thalia stayed safely on his back.

  Annabeth and I flew along side by side.

  ‘Your dad seems cool,’ I told her.

  It was too dark to see her expression. She looked back, even though California was far behind us now.

  ‘I guess so,’ she sai
d. ‘We’ve been arguing for so many years.’

  ‘Yeah, you said.’

  ‘You think I was lying about that?’ It sounded like a challenge, but a pretty half-hearted one, like she was asking it of herself.

  ‘I didn’t say you were lying. It’s just… he seems okay. Your stepmom, too. Maybe they’ve, uh, got cooler since you saw them last.’

  She hesitated. ‘They’re still in San Francisco, Percy. I can’t live so far from camp.’

  I didn’t want to ask my next question. I was scared to know the answer. But I asked it anyway. ‘So what are you going to do now?’

  We flew over a town, an island of lights in the middle of the dark. It whisked by so fast we might’ve been in an aeroplane.

  ‘I don’t know,’ she admitted. ‘But thank you for rescuing me.’

  ‘Hey, no big deal. We’re friends.’

  ‘You didn’t believe I was dead?’

  ‘Never.’

  She hesitated. ‘Neither is Luke, you know. I mean… he isn’t dead.’

  I stared at her. I didn’t know if she was cracking under the stress or what. ‘Annabeth, that fall was pretty bad. There’s no way –’

  ‘He isn’t dead,’ she insisted. ‘I know it. The same way you knew about me.’

  That comparison didn’t make me too happy.

  The towns were zipping by faster now, islands of light thicker together, until the whole landscape below was a glittering carpet. Dawn was close. The eastern sky was turning grey. And, up ahead, a huge white-and-yellow glow spread out before us – the lights of New York.

  How’s that for speedy, boss? Blackjack bragged. We get extra hay for breakfast or what?

  ‘You’re the man, Blackjack,’ I told him. ‘Er, the horse, I mean.’

  ‘You don’t believe me about Luke,’ Annabeth said, ‘but we’ll see him again. He’s in trouble, Percy. He’s under Kronos’s spell.’

  I didn’t feel like arguing, though it made me mad. How could she still have any feelings for that creep? How could she possibly make excuses for him? He deserved that fall. He deserved… okay, I’ll say it. He deserved to die. Unlike Bianca. Unlike Zoë. Luke couldn’t be alive. It wouldn’t be fair.

 

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