Percy Jackson: The Complete Series

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by Rick Riordan


  Then a weird thought came to me. Last Christmas, my mom and I had brought Paul Blofis to our old cabin at Montauk, where we’d been going forever. Paul had taken me crabbing, and when he’d brought up a net full of the things he’d shown me how crabs have a chink in their armour, right in the middle of their ugly bellies.

  The only problem was getting to the ugly belly.

  I glanced at the fountain, then at the marble floor, already slick from scuttling crab tracks. I held out my hand, concentrating on the water, and the fountain exploded. Water sprayed everywhere, three stories high, dousing the balconies and the elevators and the windows of the shops. The crab didn’t care. It loved water. It came at me sideways, snapping and hissing, and I ran straight at it, screaming, ‘AHHHHHHH!’

  Just before we collided, I hit the ground baseball-style and slid on the wet marble floor straight under the creature. It was like sliding under a seven-ton armoured vehicle. All the crab had to do was sit and squash me, but before it realized what was going on, I jabbed Riptide into the chink in its armour, let go of the hilt and pushed myself out the back side.

  The monster shuddered and hissed. Its eyes dissolved. Its shell turned bright red as its insides evaporated. The empty shell clattered to the floor in a massive heap.

  I didn’t have time to admire my handiwork. I ran for the nearest stairs while all around me monsters and demigods shouted orders and strapped on their weapons. I was empty-handed. Riptide, being magic, would appear in my pocket sooner or later, but for now it was stuck somewhere under the wreckage of the crab, and I had no time to retrieve it.

  In the elevator foyer on deck eight, a couple of dracaenae slithered across my path. From the waist up, they were women with green scaly skin, yellow eyes and forked tongues. From the waist down, they had double snake trunks instead of legs. They held spears and weighted nets, and I knew from experience they could use them.

  ‘What isss thisss?’ one said. ‘A prize for Kronosss!’

  I wasn’t in the mood to play break-the-snake, but in front of me was a stand with a model of the ship, like a YOU ARE HERE display. I ripped the model off the pedestal and hurled it at the first dracaena. The boat smacked her in the face and she went down with the ship. I jumped over her, grabbed her friend’s spear and swung her around. She slammed into the elevator and I kept running towards the front of the ship.

  ‘Get him!’ she screamed.

  Hellhounds bayed. An arrow from somewhere whizzed past my face and impaled itself in the mahogany-panelled wall of the stairwell.

  I didn’t care – as long as I got the monsters away from the engine room and gave Beckendorf more time.

  As I was running up the stairwell, a kid charged down. He looked like he’d just woken up from a nap. His armour was half on. He drew his sword and yelled, ‘Kronos!’ but he sounded more scared than angry. He couldn’t have been more than twelve – about the same age I was when I’d first arrived at Camp Half-Blood.

  That thought depressed me. This kid was getting brainwashed – trained to hate the gods and lash out because he’d been born half-Olympian. Kronos was using him, and yet the kid thought I was his enemy.

  No way was I going to hurt him. I didn’t need a weapon for this. I stepped inside his strike and grabbed his wrist, slamming it against the wall. His sword clattered out of his hand.

  Then I did something I hadn’t planned on. It was probably stupid. It definitely jeopardized our mission, but I couldn’t help it.

  ‘If you want to live,’ I told him, ‘get off this ship now. Tell the other demigods.’ Then I shoved him down the stairs and sent him tumbling to the next floor.

  I kept climbing.

  Bad memories: a hallway ran past the cafeteria. Annabeth, my half-brother Tyson and I had sneaked through here three years ago on my first visit.

  I burst outside onto the main deck. Off the port bow, the sky was darkening from purple to black. A swimming pool glowed between two glass towers with more balconies and restaurant decks. The whole upper ship seemed eerily deserted.

  All I had to do was cross to the other side. Then I could take the staircase down to the helipad – our emergency rendezvous point. With any luck, Beckendorf would meet me there. We’d jump into the sea. My water powers would protect us both, and we’d detonate the charges from a quarter of a mile away.

  I was halfway across the deck when the sound of a voice made me freeze. ‘You’re late, Percy.’

  Luke stood on the balcony above me, a smile on his scarred face. He wore jeans, a white T-shirt and flip-flops, like he was just a normal college-aged guy, but his eyes told the truth. They were solid gold.

  ‘We’ve been expecting you for days.’ At first he sounded normal, like Luke. But then his face twitched. A shudder passed through his body like he’d just drunk something really nasty. His voice became heavier, ancient and powerful – the voice of the Titan lord Kronos. The words scraped down my spine like a knife blade. ‘Come, bow before me.’

  ‘Yeah, that’ll happen,’ I muttered.

  Laistrygonian giants filed in on either side of the swimming pool as if they’d been waiting for a cue. Each was two and a half metres tall with tattooed arms, leather armour and spiked clubs. Demigod archers appeared on the roof above Luke. Two hellhounds leaped down from the opposite balcony and snarled at me. Within seconds, I was surrounded. A trap: there’s no way they could’ve got into position so fast unless they knew I was coming.

  I looked up at Luke and anger boiled inside me. I didn’t know if Luke’s consciousness was even still alive inside that body. Maybe, the way his voice had changed … or maybe it was just Kronos adapting to his new form. I told myself it didn’t matter. Luke had been twisted and evil long before Kronos possessed him.

  A voice in my head said: I have to fight him eventually. Why not now?

  According to that big prophecy, I was supposed to make a choice that saved or destroyed the world when I was sixteen. That was only seven days away. Why not now? If I really had the power, what difference would a week make? I could end this threat right here by taking down Kronos. Hey, I’d fought monsters and gods before.

  As if reading my thoughts, Luke smiled. No, he was Kronos. I had to remember that.

  ‘Come forward,’ he said, ‘if you dare.’

  The crowd of monsters parted. I moved up the stairs, my heart pounding. I was sure somebody would stab me in the back, but they let me pass. I felt my pocket and found my pen waiting. I uncapped it and Riptide grew into a sword.

  Kronos’s weapon appeared in his hands – a two-metre-long scythe, half celestial bronze, half mortal steel. Just looking at the thing made my knees turn to Jell-O. But before I could change my mind I charged.

  Time slowed down. I mean literally slowed down, because Kronos had that power. I felt like I was moving through syrup. My arms were so heavy I could barely raise my sword. Kronos smiled, swirling his scythe at normal speed and waiting for me to creep towards my death.

  I tried to fight his magic. I concentrated on the sea around me – the source of my power. I’d got better at channelling it over the years, but now nothing seemed to happen.

  I took another slow step forward. Giants jeered. Dracaenae hissed with laughter.

  Hey, ocean, I pleaded. Any day now would be good.

  Suddenly there was a wrenching pain in my gut. The entire boat lurched sideways, throwing monsters off their feet. Four thousand gallons of salt water surged out of the swimming pool, dousing me and Kronos and everyone on the deck. The water revitalized me, breaking the time spell, and I lunged forward.

  I struck at Kronos but I was still too slow. I made the mistake of looking at his face – Luke’s face, a guy who was once my friend. As much as I hated him, it was hard to kill him.

  Kronos had no such hesitation. He sliced downward with his scythe. I leaped back and the evil blade missed by a millimetre, cutting a gash in the deck right between my feet.

  I kicked Kronos in the chest. He stumbled backwards, but
he was heavier than Luke should’ve been. It was like kicking a refrigerator.

  Kronos swung his scythe again. I intercepted with Riptide, but his strike was so powerful my blade could only deflect it. The edge of the scythe shaved off my shirtsleeve and grazed my arm. It shouldn’t have been a serious cut, but the entire side of my body exploded with pain. I remembered what a sea-demon had once said about Kronos’s scythe: Careful, fool. One touch, and the blade will sever your soul from your body. Now I understood what he meant. I wasn’t just losing blood. I could feel my strength, my will, my identity draining away.

  I stumbled backwards, switched my sword to my left hand and lunged desperately. My blade should’ve run him through, but it deflected off his stomach like I was hitting solid marble. There was no way he should’ve survived that.

  Kronos laughed. ‘A poor performance, Percy Jackson. Luke tells me you were never his match at swordplay.’

  My vision started to blur. I knew I didn’t have much time. ‘Luke had a big head,’ I said. ‘But at least it was his head.’

  ‘A shame to kill you now,’ Kronos mused, ‘before the final plan unfolds. I would love to see the terror in your eyes when you realize how I will destroy Olympus.’

  ‘You’ll never get this boat to Manhattan.’ My arm was throbbing. Black spots danced in my eyes.

  ‘And why would that be?’ Kronos’s golden eyes glittered. His face – Luke’s face – seemed like a mask, unnatural and lit from behind by some evil power. ‘Perhaps you are counting on your friend with the explosives?’

  He looked down at the pool and called, ‘Nakamura!’

  A teenage guy in full Greek armour pushed through the crowd. His left eye was covered with a black patch. I knew him, of course: Ethan Nakamura, the son of Nemesis. I’d saved his life in the Labyrinth last summer and, in return, the little punk helped Kronos come back to life.

  ‘Success, my lord,’ Ethan called. ‘We found him just as we were told.’

  He clapped his hands and two giants lumbered forward, dragging Charles Beckendorf between them. My heart almost stopped. Beckendorf had a swollen eye and cuts all over his face and arms. His armour was gone and his shirt was nearly torn off.

  ‘No!’ I yelled.

  Beckendorf met my eyes. He glanced at his hand like he was trying to tell me something. His watch. They hadn’t taken it yet, and that was the detonator. Was it possible the explosives were armed? Surely the monsters would’ve dismantled them right away.

  ‘We found him amidships,’ one of the giants said, ‘trying to sneak to the engine room. Can we eat him now?’

  ‘Soon.’ Kronos scowled at Ethan. ‘Are you sure he didn’t set the explosives?’

  ‘He was going towards the engine room, my lord.’

  ‘How do you know that?’

  ‘Er …’ Ethan shifted uncomfortably. ‘He was heading in that direction. And he told us. His bag is still full of explosives.’

  Slowly, I began to understand. Beckendorf had fooled them. When he’d realized he was going to be captured, he turned to make it look like he was going the other way. He’d convinced them he hadn’t made it to the engine room yet. The Greek fire might still be primed! But that didn’t do us any good unless we could get off the ship and detonate it.

  Kronos hesitated.

  Buy the story, I prayed. The pain in my arm was so bad now I could barely stand.

  ‘Open his bag,’ Kronos ordered.

  One of the giants ripped the explosives satchel from Beckendorf’s shoulders. He peered inside, grunted and turned it upside down. Panicked monsters surged backwards. If the bag really had been full of Greek fire jars, we would’ve all blown up. But what fell out were a dozen cans of peaches.

  I could hear Kronos breathing, trying to control his anger.

  ‘Did you, perhaps,’ he said, ‘capture this demigod near the galley?’

  Ethan turned pale. ‘Um –’

  ‘And did you, perhaps, send someone to actually CHECK THE ENGINE ROOM?’

  Ethan scrambled back in terror, then turned on his heels and ran.

  I cursed silently. Now we had only minutes before the bombs were disarmed. I caught Beckendorf’s eyes again and asked a silent question, hoping he would understand: How long?

  He cupped his fingers and thumb, making a circle. ZERO. There was no delay on the timer at all. If he managed to press the detonator button, the ship would blow at once. We’d never be able to get far enough away before using it. The monsters would kill us first, or disarm the explosives, or both.

  Kronos turned towards me with a crooked smile. ‘You’ll have to excuse my incompetent help, Percy Jackson, but it doesn’t matter. We have you now. We’ve known you were coming for weeks.’

  He held out his hand and dangled a little silver bracelet with a scythe charm – the Titan lord’s symbol.

  The wound in my arm was sapping my ability to think, but I muttered, ‘Communication device … spy at camp.’

  Kronos chuckled. ‘You can’t count on friends. They will always let you down. Luke learned that lesson the hard way. Now drop your sword and surrender to me, or your friend dies.’

  I swallowed. One of the giants had his hand around Beckendorf’s neck. I was in no shape to rescue him and, even if I tried, he would die before I got there. We both would.

  Beckendorf mouthed one word: Go.

  I shook my head. I couldn’t just leave him.

  The second giant was still rummaging through the peach cans, which meant Beckendorf’s left arm was free. He raised it slowly – towards the watch on his right wrist.

  I wanted to scream, NO!

  Then down by the swimming pool one of the dracaenae hissed, ‘What isss he doing? What isss that on hisss wrissst?’

  Beckendorf closed his eyes tight and brought his hand up to his watch.

  I had no choice. I threw my sword like a javelin at Kronos. It bounced harmlessly off his chest, but it did startle him. I pushed through a crowd of monsters and jumped off the side of the ship – towards the water thirty metres below.

  I heard rumbling deep in the ship. Monsters yelled at me from above. A spear sailed past my ear. An arrow pierced my thigh, but I barely had time to register the pain. I plunged into the sea and willed the currents to take me far, far away – fifty metres, a hundred metres.

  Even from that distance, the explosion shook the world. Heat seared the back of my head. The Princess Andromeda blew up from both sides, a massive fireball of green flame roiling into the dark sky, consuming everything.

  Beckendorf, I thought.

  Then I blacked out and sank like an anchor towards the bottom of the sea.

  2 I Meet Some Fishy Relatives

  Demigod dreams suck.

  The thing is they’re never just dreams. They’ve got to be visions, omens and all that other mystical stuff that makes my brain hurt.

  I dreamed I was in a dark palace at the top of a mountain. Unfortunately, I recognized it: the palace of the Titans on top of Mount Othrys, otherwise known as Mount Tamalpais in California. The main pavilion was open to the night, ringed with black Greek columns and statues of the Titans. Torchlight glowed against the black marble floor. In the centre of the room, an armoured giant struggled under the weight of a swirling funnel cloud – Atlas, holding up the sky.

  Two other giant men stood nearby over a bronze brazier, studying images in the flames.

  ‘Quite an explosion,’ one said. He wore black armour studded with silver dots like a starry night. His face was covered in a war helm with a ram’s horn curling on either side.

  ‘It doesn’t matter,’ the other said. This Titan was dressed in gold robes, with golden eyes like Kronos. His entire body glowed. He reminded me of Apollo, god of the sun, except the Titan’s light was harsher, and his expression crueller. ‘The gods have answered the challenge. Soon they will be destroyed.’

  The images in the fire were hard to make out: storms, buildings crumbling, mortals screaming in terror.

  �
�I will go east to marshal our forces,’ the golden Titan said. ‘Krios, you shall remain and guard Mount Othrys.’

  The ram-horn dude grunted. ‘I always get the stupid jobs. Lord of the South. Lord of Constellations. Now I get to babysit Atlas while you have all the fun.’

  Under the whirlwind of clouds, Atlas bellowed in agony. ‘Let me out, curse you! I am your greatest warrior. Take my burden so I may fight!’

  ‘Quiet!’ the golden Titan roared. ‘You had your chance, Atlas. You failed. Kronos likes you just where you are. As for you, Krios: do your duty.’

  ‘And if you need more warriors?’ Krios asked. ‘Our treacherous nephew in the tuxedo will not do you much good in a fight.’

  The golden Titan laughed. ‘Don’t worry about him. Besides, the gods can barely handle our first little challenge. They have no idea how many others we have in store. Mark my words, in a few days’ time, Olympus will be in ruins, and we will meet here again to celebrate the dawn of the Sixth Age!’

  The golden Titan erupted into flames and disappeared.

  ‘Oh, sure,’ Krios grumbled. ‘He gets to erupt into flames. I get to wear these stupid rams’ horns.’

  The scene shifted. Now I was outside the pavilion, hiding in the shadows of a Greek column. A boy stood next to me, eavesdropping on the Titans. He had dark silky hair, pale skin and dark clothes – my friend Nico di Angelo, the son of Hades.

  He looked straight at me, his expression grim. ‘You see, Percy?’ he whispered. ‘You’re running out of time. Do you really think you can beat them without my plan?’

  His words washed over me as cold as the ocean floor, and my dreams went black.

  ‘Percy?’ a deep voice said.

  My head felt like it had been microwaved in tinfoil. I opened my eyes and saw a large shadowy figure looming over me.

  ‘Beckendorf?’ I asked hopefully.

  ‘No, brother.’

  My eyes refocused. I was looking at a Cyclops – a misshapen face, ratty brown hair, one big brown eye full of concern. ‘Tyson?’

  My brother broke into a toothy grin. ‘Yay! Your brain works!’

 

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