Percy Jackson The Complete Collection (106 page)

We’d almost made it to the middle of the bridge when something strange happened. I felt a chill down my spine – like that old saying about someone walking on your grave. Behind me, Annabeth cried out in pain.

‘Annabeth!’ I turned in time to see her fall, clutching her arm. A demigod with a bloody knife stood over her.

In a flash, I understood what had happened. He’d been trying to stab me. Judging from the position of his blade, he would’ve taken me – maybe by sheer luck – in the small of my back, my only weak point.

Annabeth had intercepted the knife with her own body.

But why?
She didn’t know about my weak spot. No one did.

I locked eyes with the enemy demigod. He wore an eye patch under his war helm: Ethan Nakamura, the son of Nemesis. Somehow he’d survived the explosion on the
Princess Andromeda
. I slammed him in the face with my sword hilt so hard I dented his helm.

‘Get back!’ I slashed the air in a wide arc, driving the rest of the demigods away from Annabeth. ‘No one touches her!’

‘Interesting,’ Kronos said.

He towered above me on his skeletal horse, his scythe in one hand. He studied the scene with narrowed eyes as if he could sense that I’d just come close to death, the way a wolf can smell fear.

‘Bravely fought, Percy Jackson,’ he said. ‘But it’s time to surrender – or the girl dies.’

‘Percy, don’t,’ Annabeth groaned. Her shirt was soaked with blood. I had to get her out of here.

‘Blackjack!’ I yelled.

As fast as light, the pegasus swooped down and clamped his teeth on the straps of Annabeth’s armour. They soared away over the river before the enemy could even react.

Kronos snarled. ‘Some day soon, I am going to make
pegasus soup. But in the meantime …’ He dismounted, his scythe glistening in the dawn light. ‘I’ll settle for another dead demigod.’

I met his first strike with Riptide. The impact shook the entire bridge, but I held my ground. Kronos’s smile wavered.

With a yell, I kicked his legs out from under him. His scythe skittered across the pavement. I stabbed downward, but he rolled aside and regained his footing. His scythe flew back to his hands.

‘So …’ He studied me, looking mildly annoyed. ‘You had the courage to visit the Styx. I had to pressure Luke in many ways to convince him. If only
you
had supplied my host body instead … but no matter. I am still more powerful. I am a
TITAN.’

He struck the bridge with the butt of his scythe, and a wave of pure force blasted me backwards. Cars went careening. Demigods – even Luke’s own men – were blown off the edge of the bridge. Suspension cords whipped around and I skidded halfway back to Manhattan.

I got unsteadily to my feet. The remaining Apollo campers had almost made it to the end of the bridge – except for Michael Yew, who was perched on one of the suspension cables a few metres away from me. His last arrow was notched in his bow.

‘Michael, go!’ I screamed.

‘Percy, the bridge!’ he called. ‘It’s already weak!’

At first I didn’t understand. Then I looked down and saw fissures in the pavement. Patches of the road were half melted from Greek fire. The bridge had taken a beating from Kronos’s blast and the exploding arrows.

‘Break it!’ Michael yelled. ‘Use your powers!’

It was a desperate thought – no way it would work – but I stabbed Riptide into the bridge. The magic blade sank to its hilt in tarmac. Salt water shot from the crack like I’d hit a geyser. I pulled out my blade and the fissure grew. The bridge shook and began to crumble. Chunks the size of houses fell into the East River. Kronos’s demigods cried out in alarm and scrambled backwards. Some were knocked off their feet. Within a few seconds, a twenty-metre chasm opened in the Williamsburg Bridge between Kronos and me.

The vibrations died. Kronos’s men crept to the edge and looked at the forty-metre drop into the river.

I didn’t feel safe, though. The suspension cables were still attached. The men could get across that way if they were brave enough. Or maybe Kronos had a magic way to span the gap.

The Titan lord studied the problem. He looked behind him at the rising sun, then smiled across the chasm. He raised his scythe in a mock salute. ‘Until this evening, Jackson.’

He mounted his horse, whirled around and galloped back to Brooklyn followed by his warriors.

I turned to thank Michael Yew, but the words died in my throat. Five metres away, a bow lay in the street. Its owner was nowhere to be seen.

‘No!’ I searched the wreckage on my side of the bridge. I stared down at the river. Nothing.

I yelled in anger and frustration. The sound carried forever in the morning stillness. I was about to whistle for Blackjack to help me search when my mom’s phone rang.
The LCD display said I had a call from Finklestein & Associates – probably a demigod calling on a borrowed phone.

I picked up, hoping for good news. Of course, I was wrong.

‘Percy?’ Silena Beauregard sounded like she’d been crying. ‘Plaza Hotel. You’d better come quickly and bring a healer from Apollo’s cabin. It’s … it’s Annabeth.’

I grabbed Will Solace from the Apollo cabin and told the rest of his siblings to keep searching for Michael Yew. We borrowed a Yamaha FZI from a sleeping biker and drove to the Plaza Hotel at speeds that would’ve given my mom a heart attack. I’d never driven a motorcycle before, but it wasn’t any harder than riding a pegasus.

Along the way, I noticed a lot of empty pedestals that usually held statues. Plan twenty-three seemed to be working. I didn’t know if that was good or bad.

It only took us five minutes to reach the Plaza – an old-fashioned white stone hotel with a gabled blue roof, sitting at the south-east corner of Central Park.

Tactically speaking, the Plaza wasn’t the best place for a headquarters. It wasn’t the tallest building in town or the most centrally located. But it had old-school style and had attracted a lot of famous demigods over the years, like the Beatles and Alfred Hitchcock, so I figured we were in good company.

I gunned the Yamaha over the kerb and swerved to a stop at the fountain outside the hotel.

Will and I hopped off. The statue at the top of the fountain called down, ‘Oh, fine. I suppose you want me to watch your bike, too!’

She was a life-size bronze standing in the middle of a granite bowl. She wore only a bronze sheet around her legs, and she was holding a basket of metal fruit. I’d never paid her too much attention before. Then again she’d never talked to me before.

‘Are you supposed to be Demeter?’ I asked.

A bronze apple sailed over my head.

‘Everyone thinks I’m Demeter!’ she complained. ‘I’m Pompona, the Roman goddess of plenty, but why should
you
care? Nobody cares about the minor gods. If you cared about the minor gods, you wouldn’t be losing this war! Three cheers for Morpheus and Hecate, I say!’

‘Watch the bike,’ I told her.

Pompona cursed in Latin and threw more fruit as Will and I ran towards the hotel.

I’d never actually been inside the Plaza. The lobby was impressive with the crystal chandeliers and the passed-out rich people, but I didn’t pay much attention. A couple of Hunters gave us directions to the elevators, and we rode up to the penthouse suites.

Demigods had completely taken over the top floors. Campers and Hunters were crashed out on sofas, washing up in the bathrooms, ripping silk draperies to bandage their wounds and helping themselves to snacks and sodas from the mini-bars. A couple of timber wolves were drinking out of the toilets. I was relieved to see that so many of my friends had made it through the night alive, but everybody looked beaten up.

‘Percy!’ Jake Mason clapped me on the shoulder. ‘We’re getting reports –’

‘Later,’ I said. ‘Where’s Annabeth?’

‘The terrace. She’s alive, man, but …’

I pushed past him.

Under different circumstances, I would’ve loved the view from the terrace. It looked straight down onto Central Park. The morning was clear and bright – perfect for a picnic or a hike, or pretty much anything except fighting monsters.

Annabeth lay on a lounge chair. Her face was pale and beaded with sweat. Even though she was covered in blankets, she shivered. Silena Beauregard was wiping her forehead with a cool cloth.

Will and I pushed through a crowd of Athena kids. Will unwrapped Annabeth’s bandages to examine the wound and I wanted to faint. The bleeding had stopped but the gash looked deep. The skin around the cut was a horrible shade of green.

‘Annabeth …’ I choked up. She’d taken that knife for me. How could I have let that happen?

‘Poison on the dagger,’ she mumbled. ‘Pretty stupid of me, huh?’

Will Solace exhaled with relief. ‘It’s not so bad, Annabeth. A few more minutes and we would’ve been in trouble, but the venom hasn’t gotten past the shoulder yet. Just lie still. Somebody hand me some nectar.’

I grabbed a flask. Will cleaned out the wound with the godly drink while I held Annabeth’s hand.

‘Ow,’ she said. ‘Ow, ow!’ She gripped my fingers so tight they turned purple, but she stayed still like Will asked. Silena muttered words of encouragement. Will put some silver paste over the wound and hummed words in Ancient Greek – a hymn to Apollo. Then he applied fresh bandages and stood up shakily.

The healing must’ve taken a lot of his energy. He looked almost as pale as Annabeth.

‘That should do it,’ he said. ‘But we’re going to need some mortal supplies.’

He grabbed a piece of hotel stationery, jotted down some notes and handed it to one of the Athena guys. ‘There’s a pharmacy on Fifth. Normally, I would never steal –’

‘I would,’ Travis volunteered.

Will glared at him. ‘Leave cash or drachmas to pay, whatever you’ve got, but this is an emergency. I’ve got a feeling we’re going to have a lot more people to treat.’

Nobody disagreed. There was hardly a single demigod who hadn’t already been wounded … except me.

‘Come on, guys,’ Travis Stoll said. ‘Let’s give Annabeth some space. We’ve got a pharmacy to raid – I mean, visit.’

The demigods shuffled back inside. Jake Mason grabbed my shoulder as he was leaving. ‘We’ll talk later, but it’s under control. I’m using Annabeth’s shield to keep an eye on things. The enemy withdrew at sunrise; not sure why. We’ve got a lookout at each bridge and tunnel.’

‘Thanks, man,’ I said.

He nodded. ‘Just take your time.’

He closed the terrace doors behind him – leaving Silena, Annabeth and me alone.

Silena pressed a cool cloth to Annabeth’s forehead. ‘This is all my fault.’

‘No,’ Annabeth said weakly. ‘Silena, how is it your fault?’

‘I’ve never been any good at camp,’ she murmured. ‘Not like you or Percy. If I were a better fighter …’

Her mouth trembled. Ever since Beckendorf died she’d been getting worse, and every time I looked at her it made me angry about his death all over again. Her expression reminded me of glass – like she might break any minute. I swore to myself that if I ever found the spy who’d cost her boyfriend his life, I would give him to Mrs O’Leary as a chew toy.

‘You’re a great camper,’ I told Silena. ‘You’re the best pegasus rider we have. And you get along with people. Believe me, anyone who can make friends with Clarisse has talent.’

She stared at me like I’d just given her an idea. ‘That’s it! We need the Ares cabin. I can talk to Clarisse. I
know
I can convince her to help us.’

‘Whoa, Silena. Even if you could get off the island, Clarisse is pretty stubborn. Once she gets angry –’

‘Please,’ Silena said. ‘I can take a pegasus. I
know
I can make it back to camp. Let me try.’

I exchanged looks with Annabeth. She nodded slightly.

I didn’t like the idea. I didn’t think Silena stood a chance of convincing Clarisse to fight. On the other hand, Silena was so distracted right now that she would just get herself hurt in battle. Maybe sending her back to camp would give her something else to focus on.

‘All right,’ I told her. ‘I can’t think of anybody better to try.’

Silena threw her arms around me. Then she pushed back awkwardly, glancing at Annabeth. ‘Um – sorry. Thank you, Percy! I won’t let you down!’

Once she was gone, I knelt next to Annabeth and felt her forehead. She was still burning up.

‘You’re cute when you’re worried,’ she muttered. ‘Your eyebrows get all scrunched together.’

‘You are
not
going to die while I owe you a favour,’ I said. ‘Why did you take that knife?’

‘You would’ve done the same for me.’

It was true. I guess we both knew it. Still, I felt like somebody was poking my heart with a cold metal rod. ‘How did you know?’

‘Know what?’

I looked around to make sure we were alone. Then I leaned in close and whispered: ‘My Achilles spot. If you hadn’t taken that knife, I would’ve died.’

She got a faraway look in her eyes. Her breath smelled of grapes, maybe from the nectar. ‘I don’t know, Percy. I just had this feeling you were in danger. Where – where is the spot?’

I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone. But this was Annabeth. If I couldn’t trust her, I couldn’t trust anyone.

‘The small of my back.’

She lifted her hand. ‘Where? Here?’

She put her hand on my spine and my skin tingled. I moved her fingers to the one spot that grounded me to my mortal life. A thousand volts of electricity seemed to arc through my body.

‘You saved me,’ I said. ‘Thanks.’

She removed her hand but I kept holding it.

‘So you owe me,’ she said weakly. ‘What else is new?’

We watched the sun come up over the city. The traffic
should’ve been heavy by now, but there were no cars honking, no crowds bustling along the sidewalks.

Far away, I could hear a car alarm echo through the streets. A plume of black smoke curled into the sky somewhere over Harlem. I wondered how many ovens had been left on when the Morpheus spell hit; how many people had fallen asleep in the middle of cooking dinner. Pretty soon there would be more fires. Everyone in New York was in danger – and all those lives depended on us.

‘You asked me why Hermes was mad at me,’ Annabeth said.

‘Hey, you need to rest –’

‘No, I want to tell you. It’s been bothering me for a long time.’ She moved her shoulder and winced. ‘Last year, Luke came to see me in San Francisco.’

‘In person?’ I felt like she’d just hit me with a hammer. ‘He came to your house?’

‘This was before we went into the Labyrinth, before …’ She faltered, but I knew what she meant:
before he turned into Kronos.
‘He came under a flag of truce. He said he only wanted five minutes to talk. He looked scared, Percy. He told me Kronos was going to use him to take over the world. He said he wanted to run away, like the old days. He wanted me to come with him.’

‘But you didn’t trust him.’

‘Of course not. I thought it was a trick. Plus … well, a lot of things had changed since the old days. I told Luke there was no way. He got mad. He said – he said I might as well fight him right there, because it was the last chance I’d get.’

Her forehead broke out in sweat again. The story was taking too much of her energy.

‘It’s okay,’ I said. ‘Try to get some rest.’

‘You don’t understand, Percy. Hermes was right. Maybe if I’d gone with him, I could’ve changed his mind. Or – or I had a knife. Luke was unarmed. I could’ve –’

‘Killed him?’ I said. ‘You know that wouldn’t have been right.’

She squeezed her eyes shut. ‘Luke said Kronos would use him
like a stepping stone
. Those were his exact words. Kronos would use Luke, and become even more powerful.’

‘He did that,’ I said. ‘He possessed Luke’s body.’

‘But what if Luke’s body is only a transition? What if Kronos has a plan to become even more powerful? I could’ve stopped him. The war is my fault.’

Her story made me feel like I was back in the Styx, slowing dissolving. I remembered last summer, when the two-headed god Janus had warned Annabeth she would have to make a major choice – and that had happened
after
she saw Luke. Pan had also said something to her:
You will play a great role, though it may not be the role you imagined.

I wanted to ask her about the vision Hestia had shown me, about her early days with Luke and Thalia. I knew it had something to do with my prophecy, but I didn’t understand what.

Before I could get up my nerve, the terrace door opened. Connor Stoll stepped through.

‘Percy.’ He glanced at Annabeth, like he didn’t want to say anything bad in front of her, but I could tell he wasn’t
bringing good news. ‘Mrs O’Leary just came back with Grover. I think you should talk to him.’

Grover was having a snack in the living room. He was dressed for battle in an armoured shirt made from tree bark and twist-ties, with his wooden cudgel and his reed pipes hanging from his belt.

The Demeter cabin had whipped up a whole buffet in the hotel kitchens – everything from pizza to pineapple ice cream. Unfortunately, Grover was eating the furniture. He’d already chewed the stuffing off a fancy chair and was now gnawing the armrest.

‘Dude,’ I said, ‘we’re only borrowing this place.’

‘Blah-ha-ha!’ He had stuffing all over his face. ‘Sorry, Percy. It’s just … Louis XVI furniture.
Delicious.
Plus I always eat furniture when I get –’

‘When you get nervous,’ I said. ‘Yeah, I know. So what’s up?’

He clopped on his hooves. ‘I heard about Annabeth. Is she …?’

‘She’s going to be fine. She’s resting.’

Grover took a deep breath. ‘That’s good. I’ve mobilized most of the nature spirits in the city – well, the ones that will listen to me, anyway.’ He rubbed his forehead. ‘I had no idea acorns could hurt so much. Anyway, we’re helping out as much as we can.’

He told me about the skirmishes they’d seen. Mostly they’d been covering uptown where we didn’t have enough demigods. Hellhounds had appeared in all sorts of places, shadow-travelling inside our lines, and the dryads and satyrs had been fighting them off. A young dragon had appeared
in Harlem and a dozen wood nymphs died before the monster was finally defeated.

As Grover talked, Thalia entered the room with two of her lieutenants. She nodded to me grimly, went outside to check on Annabeth and came back in. She listened while Grover completed his report – the details getting worse and worse.

‘We lost twenty satyrs against some giants at Fort Washington,’ he said, his voice trembling. ‘Almost half my kinsmen. River spirits drowned the giants in the end, but …’

Thalia shouldered her bow. ‘Percy, Kronos’s forces are still gathering at every bridge and tunnel. And Kronos isn’t the only Titan. One of my Hunters spotted a huge man in golden armour mustering an army on the Jersey shore. I’m not sure who he is, but he radiates power like only a Titan or god.’

I remembered the golden Titan from my dream – the one on Mount Othrys who erupted into flames.

‘Great,’ I said. ‘Any good news?’

Thalia shrugged. ‘We’ve sealed off the subway tunnels into Manhattan. My best trappers took care of it. Also, it seems like the enemy is waiting for tonight to attack. I think Luke –’ she caught herself – ‘I mean Kronos needs time to regenerate after each fight. He’s still not comfortable with his new form. It’s taking a lot of his power to slow time around the city.’