Percy Jackson The Complete Collection (49 page)

‘Stirring,’ Bianca corrected.

‘Yeah. And he said, “Soon we shall have the most important monster of all – the one that shall bring about the downfall of Olympus.”’

The goddess was so still she could’ve been a statue.

‘Maybe he was lying,’ I said.

Artemis shook her head. ‘No. He was not. I’ve been too slow to see the signs. I must hunt this monster.’

Zoë looked like she was trying very hard not to be
afraid, but she nodded. ‘We will leave right away, my lady.’

‘No, Zoë. I must do this alone.’

‘But, Artemis –’

‘This task is too dangerous even for the Hunters. You know where I must start my search. You cannot go there with me.’

‘As… as you wish, my lady.’

‘I will find this creature,’ Artemis vowed. ‘And I shall bring it back to Olympus by winter solstice. It will be all the proof I need to convince the Council of the Gods of how much danger we are in.’

‘You know what the monster is?’ I asked.

Artemis gripped her bow. ‘Let us pray I am wrong.’

‘Can goddesses pray?’ I asked, because I’d never really thought about that.

A flicker of a smile played across Artemis’s lips. ‘Before I go, Percy Jackson, I have a small task for you.’

‘Does it involve getting turned into a jackalope?’

‘Sadly, no. I want you to escort the Hunters back to Camp Half-Blood. They can stay there in safety until I return.’

‘What?’
Zoë blurted out. ‘But, Artemis, we hate that place. The last time we stayed there –’

‘Yes, I know,’ Artemis said. ‘But I’m sure Dionysus will not hold a grudge just because of a little, ah, misunderstanding. It’s your right to use Cabin Eight whenever you are in need. Besides, I hear they rebuilt the cabins you burned down.’

Zoë muttered something about foolish campers.

‘And now there is one last decision to make.’ Artemis turned to Bianca. ‘Have you made up your mind, my girl?’

Bianca hesitated. ‘I’m still thinking about it.’

‘Wait,’ I said. ‘Thinking about what?’

‘They… they’ve invited me to join the Hunt.’

‘What? But you can’t! You have to come to Camp Half-Blood so Chiron can train you. It’s the only way you can learn to survive.’

‘It is
not
the only way for a girl,’ Zoë said.

I couldn’t believe I was hearing this. ‘Bianca, camp is cool! It’s got a pegasus stable and a sword-fighting arena and… I mean, what do you get by joining the Hunters?’

‘To begin with,’ Zoë said, ‘immortality.’

I stared at her, then at Artemis. ‘She’s kidding, right?’

‘Zoë rarely kids about anything,’ Artemis said. ‘My Hunters follow me on my adventures. They are my maidservants, my companions, my sisters-in-arms. Once they swear loyalty to me, they are indeed immortal… unless they fall in battle, which is unlikely. Or break their oath.’

‘What oath?’ I said.

‘To forswear romantic love forever,’ Artemis said. ‘To never grow up, never get married. To be a maiden eternally.’

‘Like you?’

The goddess nodded.

I tried to imagine what she was saying. Being immortal. Hanging out with only middle-school girls forever. I couldn’t get my mind round it. ‘So you just go around the country recruiting half-bloods –’

‘Not just half-bloods,’ Zoë interrupted. ‘Lady Artemis does not discriminate by birth. All who honour the goddess may join. Half-bloods, nymphs, mortals –’

‘Which are you, then?’

Anger flashed in Zoë’s eyes. ‘That is not thy concern, boy. The point is Bianca may join if she wishes. It is her choice.’

‘Bianca, this is crazy,’ I said. ‘What about your brother? Nico can’t be a Hunter.’

‘Certainly not,’ Artemis agreed. ‘He will go to camp. Unfortunately, that’s the best boys can do.’

‘Hey!’ I protested.

‘You can see him from time to time,’ Artemis assured Bianca. ‘But you will be free of responsibility. He will have the camp counsellors to take care of him. And you will have a new family. Us.’

‘A new family,’ Bianca repeated dreamily. ‘Free of responsibility.’

‘Bianca, you can’t do this,’ I said. ‘It’s nuts.’

She looked at Zoë. ‘Is it worth it?’

Zoë nodded. ‘It is.’

‘What do I have to do?’

‘Say this,’ Zoë told her, ‘ “I pledge myself to the goddess Artemis.”’

‘I… I pledge myself to the goddess Artemis.’

‘ “I turn my back on the company of men, accept eternal maidenhood and join the Hunt.” ’

Bianca repeated the lines. ‘That’s it?’

Zoë nodded. ‘If Lady Artemis accepts thy pledge, then it is binding.’

‘I accept it,’ Artemis said.

The flames in the brazier brightened, casting a silver glow over the room. Bianca looked no different, but she took a deep breath and opened her eyes wide. ‘I feel… stronger.’

‘Welcome, sister,’ Zoë said.

‘Remember your pledge,’ Artemis said. ‘It is now your life.’

I couldn’t speak. I felt like a trespasser. And a complete failure. I couldn’t believe I’d come all this way and suffered so much only to lose Bianca to some eternal girls’ club.

‘Do not despair, Percy Jackson,’ Artemis said. ‘You will still get to show the di Angelos your camp. And if Nico so chooses, he can stay there.’

‘Great,’ I said, trying not to sound surly. ‘How are we supposed to get there?’

Artemis closed her eyes. ‘Dawn is approaching. Zoë, break camp. You must get to Long Island quickly and safely. I shall summon a ride from my brother.’

Zoë didn’t look very happy about this idea, but she nodded and told Bianca to follow her. As she was leaving, Bianca paused in front of me. ‘I’m sorry, Percy. But I want this. I really, really do.’

Then she was gone, and I was left alone with the twelve-year-old goddess.

‘So,’ I said glumly. ‘We’re going to get a ride from your brother, huh?’

Artemis’s silver eyes gleamed. ‘Yes, boy. You see, Bianca di Angelo is not the only one with an annoying brother. It’s time for you to meet my irresponsible twin, Apollo.’

Artemis assured us that dawn was coming, but you could’ve fooled me. It was colder and darker and snowier than ever. Up on the hill, Westover Hall’s windows were completely lightless. I wondered if the teachers had even noticed the di Angelos and Dr Thorn were missing yet. I didn’t want to be around when they did. With my luck, the only name Mrs Gottschalk would remember would be ‘Percy Jackson’, and then I’d be the subject of a nationwide manhunt… again.

The Hunters broke camp as quickly as they’d set it up. I stood shivering in the snow (unlike the Hunters, who didn’t seem to feel at all uncomfortable), and Artemis stared into the east like she was expecting something. Bianca sat off to one side, talking with Nico. I could tell from his gloomy face that she was explaining her decision to join the Hunt. I couldn’t help thinking how selfish it was of her, abandoning her brother like that.

Thalia and Grover came up and huddled around me, anxious to hear what had happened during my audience with the goddess.

When I told them, Grover turned pale. ‘The last time the Hunters visited camp, it didn’t go well.’

‘How’d they even show up here?’ I wondered. ‘I mean, they just appeared out of nowhere.’

‘And Bianca
joined
them,’ Thalia said, disgusted. ‘It’s all Zoë’s fault. That stuck-up, no good –’

‘Who can blame her?’ Grover said. ‘Eternity with Artemis?’ He heaved a big sigh.

Thalia rolled her eyes. ‘You satyrs. You’re all in love with Artemis. Don’t you get that she’ll never love you back?’

‘But she’s so… into nature,’ Grover swooned.

‘You’re nuts,’ said Thalia.

‘Nuts and berries,’ Grover said dreamily. ‘Yeah.’

Finally the sky began to lighten. Artemis muttered, ‘About time. He’s so-o-o lazy during the winter.’

‘You’re, um, waiting for sunrise?’ I asked.

‘For my brother. Yes.’

I didn’t want to be rude. I mean, I knew the legends about Apollo – or sometimes Helios – driving a big sun chariot across the sky. But I also knew that the sun was really a star about a zillion miles away. I’d got used to some of the Greek myths being true, but still… I didn’t see how Apollo could drive the sun.

‘It’s not exactly as you think,’ Artemis said, like she was reading my mind.

‘Oh, okay.’ I started to relax. ‘So, it’s not like he’ll be pulling up in a –’

There was a sudden burst of light on the horizon. A blast of warmth.

‘Don’t look,’ Artemis advised. ‘Not until he parks.’

Parks?

I averted my eyes, and saw that the other kids were doing the same. The light and warmth intensified until my
winter coat felt like it was melting off me. Then suddenly the light died.

I looked. And I couldn’t believe it. It was
my
car. Well, the car I wanted, anyway. A red convertible Maserati Spyder. It was so awesome it glowed. Then I realized it was glowing because the metal was hot. The snow had melted round the Maserati in a perfect circle, which explained why I was now standing on green grass and my shoes were wet.

The driver got out, smiling. He looked about seventeen or eighteen, and, for a second, I had the uneasy feeling it was Luke, my old enemy. This guy had the same sandy hair and outdoorsy good looks. But it wasn’t Luke. This guy was taller, with no scar on his face like Luke’s. His smile was brighter and more playful. (Luke didn’t do much more than scowl and sneer these days.) The Maserati driver wore jeans and loafers and a sleeveless T-shirt.

‘Wow,’ Thalia muttered. ‘Apollo is hot.’

‘He’s the sun god,’ I said.

‘That’s not what I meant.’

‘Little sister!’ Apollo called. If his teeth were any whiter he could’ve blinded us without the sun car. ‘What’s up? You never call. You never write. I was getting worried!’

Artemis sighed. ‘I’m fine, Apollo. And I am not your
little
sister.’

‘Hey, I was born first.’

‘We’re twins! How many millennia do we have to argue –’

‘So what’s up?’ he interrupted. ‘Got the girls with you, I see. You all need some tips on archery?’

Artemis gritted her teeth. ‘I need a favour. I have some
hunting to do,
alone.
I need you to take my companions to Camp Half-Blood.’

‘Sure, sis!’ Then he raised his hands in a
stop everything
gesture. ‘I feel a haiku coming on.’

The Hunters all groaned. Apparently they’d met Apollo before.

He cleared his throat and held up one hand dramatically.

‘Green grass breaks through snow.
Artemis pleads for my help.
I am so cool.’

 

He grinned at us, waiting for applause.

‘That last line was only four syllables,’ Artemis said.

Apollo frowned. ‘Was it?’

‘Yes. What about
I am so big-headed?’

‘No, no, that’s six syllables. Hmm.’ He started muttering to himself.

Zoë Nightshade turned to us. ‘Lord Apollo has been going through this haiku phase ever since he visited Japan.’ Tis not as bad as the time he visited Limerick. If I’d had to hear one more poem that started with,
There once was a goddess from Sparta
–’

‘I’ve got it!’ Apollo announced.
‘I am so awesome.
That’s five syllables!’ He bowed, looking very pleased with himself. ‘And now, sis. Transportation for the Hunters, you say? Good timing. I was just about ready to roll.’

‘These demigods will also need a ride,’ Artemis said, pointing to us. ‘Some of Chiron’s campers.’

‘No problem!’ Apollo checked us out. ‘Let’s see… Thalia, right? I’ve heard all about you.’

Thalia blushed. ‘Hi, Lord Apollo.’

‘Zeus’s girl, yes? Makes you my half-sister. Used to be a tree, didn’t you? Glad you’re back. I hate it when pretty girls turn into trees. Man, I remember one time –’

‘Brother,’ Artemis said. ‘You should get going.’

‘Oh, right.’ Then he looked at me, and his eyes narrowed. ‘Percy Jackson?’

‘Yeah. I mean… yes, sir.’

It seemed weird calling a teenager ‘sir’, but I’d learned to be careful with immortals. They tended to get offended easily. Then they blew stuff up.

Apollo studied me, but he didn’t say anything, which I found a little creepy.

‘Well!’ he said at last. ‘We’d better load up, huh? Ride only goes one way – west. And if you miss it, you miss it.’

I looked at the Maserati, which would seat two people max. There were about twenty of us.

‘Cool car,’ Nico said.

‘Thanks, kid,’ Apollo said.

‘But how will we all fit?’

‘Oh.’ Apollo seemed to notice the problem for the first time. ‘Well, yeah. I hate to change out of sports-car mode, but I suppose…’

He took out his car keys and beeped the security alarm button.
Chirp, chirp.

For a moment, the car glowed brightly again. When the glare died, the Maserati had been replaced by one of those small buses just like we used for school basketball games.

‘Right,’ he said. ‘Everybody in.’

Zoë ordered the Hunters to start loading. She picked
up her camping pack, and Apollo said, ‘Here, sweetheart. Let me get that.’

Zoë recoiled. Her eyes flashed murderously.

‘Brother,’ Artemis chided. ‘You do not help my Hunters. You do not look at, talk to, or flirt with my Hunters. And you do
not
call them sweetheart.’

Apollo spread his hands. ‘Sorry. I forgot. Hey, sis, where are you off to, anyway?’

‘Hunting,’ Artemis said. ‘It’s none of your business.’

‘I’ll find out. I see all. Know all.’

Artemis snorted. ‘Just drop them off, Apollo. And no messing around!’

‘No, no! I never mess around.’

Artemis rolled her eyes, then looked at us. ‘I will see you by winter solstice. Zoë, you are in charge of the Hunters. Do well. Do as I would do.’

Zoë straightened. ‘Yes, my lady.’

Artemis knelt and touched the ground as if looking for tracks. When she rose, she looked troubled. ‘So much danger. The beast must be found.’

She sprinted towards the woods and melted into the snow and shadows.

Apollo turned and grinned, jangling the car keys on his finger. ‘So,’ he said. ‘Who wants to drive?’

The Hunters piled into the van. They all crammed into the back so they’d be as far away as possible from Apollo and the rest of us highly infectious males. Bianca sat with them, leaving her little brother to hang in the front with us, which seemed cold to me, but Nico didn’t seem to mind.

‘This is so cool!’ Nico said, jumping up and down in
the driver’s seat. ‘Is this really the sun? I thought Helios and Selene were the sun and moon gods. How come sometimes it’s them and sometimes it’s you and Artemis?’

‘Downsizing,’ Apollo said. ‘The Romans started it. They couldn’t afford all those temple sacrifices, so they laid off Helios and Selene and folded their duties into our job descriptions. My sis got the moon. I got the sun. It was pretty annoying at first, but at least I got this cool car.’

‘But how does it work?’ Nico asked. ‘I thought the sun was a big fiery ball of gas!’

Apollo chuckled and ruffled Nico’s hair. ‘That rumour probably got started because Artemis used to call me a big fiery ball of gas. Seriously, kid, it depends on whether you’re talking astronomy or philosophy. You want to talk astronomy? Bah, what fun is that? You want to talk about how humans
think
about the sun? Ah, now that’s more interesting. They’ve got a lot riding on the sun… er, so to speak. It keeps them warm, grows their crops, powers engines, makes everything look, well, sunnier. This chariot is built out of human
dreams
about the sun, kid. It’s as old as Western Civilization. Every day, it drives across the sky from east to west, lighting up all those puny little mortal lives. The chariot is a manifestation of the sun’s power, the way mortals perceive it. Make sense?’

Nico shook his head. ‘No.’

‘Well then, just think of it as a really powerful, really dangerous solar car.’

‘Can I drive?’

‘No. Too young.’

‘Oo! Oo!’ Grover raised his hand.

‘Mm, no,’ Apollo said. ‘Too furry.’ He looked past me and focused on Thalia.

‘Daughter of Zeus!’ he said. ‘Lord of the sky. Perfect.’

‘Oh, no.’ Thalia shook her head. ‘No, thanks.’

‘C’mon,’ Apollo said. ‘How old are you?’

Thalia hesitated. ‘I don’t know.’

It was sad, but true. She’d been turned into a tree when she was twelve, but that had been seven years ago. So she should be nineteen, if you went by years. But she still felt like she was twelve. If you looked at her, though, she seemed somewhere in between. The best Chiron could work out, she had kept aging while in tree form, but much more slowly.

Apollo tapped his finger to his lips. ‘You’re fifteen, almost sixteen.’

‘How do you know that?’

‘Hey, I’m the god of prophecy. I know stuff. You’ll turn sixteen in about a week.’

‘That’s my birthday! December twenty-second.’

‘Which means you’re old enough now to drive with a learner’s permit!’

Thalia shifted her feet nervously. ‘Uh –’

‘I know what you’re going to say,’ Apollo said. ‘You don’t deserve an honour like driving the sun chariot.’

‘That’s not what I was going to say.’

‘Don’t sweat it! Maine to Long Island is a really short trip, and don’t worry about what happened to the last kid I trained. You’re Zeus’s daughter. He’s not going to blast
you
out of the sky.’

Apollo laughed good-naturedly. The rest of us didn’t join him.

Thalia tried to protest, but Apollo was absolutely not going to take ‘no’ for an answer. He hit a button on the dashboard, and a sign popped up along the top of the windscreen. I had to read it backwards (which, for a dyslexic really isn’t that different to reading forward). I was pretty sure it said
WARNING: STUDENT DRIVER
.

‘Take it away!’ Apollo told Thalia. ‘You’re gonna be a natural!’

I’ll admit I was jealous. I couldn’t wait to start driving. A couple of times that autumn, my mom had taken me out to Montauk when the beach road was empty, and she’d let me try out her Mazda. I mean, yeah, that was a Japanese compact, and this was the sun chariot, but how different could it be?

‘Speed equals heat,’ Apollo advised. ‘So start slowly, and make sure you’ve got good altitude before you really open her up.’

Thalia gripped the wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white. She looked like she was going to be sick.

‘What’s wrong?’ I asked her.

‘Nothing,’ she said shakily. ‘N-nothing is wrong.’

She pulled back on the wheel. It tilted and the bus lurched upwards so fast I fell back and crashed against something soft.

‘Ow,’ Grover said.

‘Sorry.’

‘Slower!’ Apollo said.

‘Sorry!’ Thalia said. ‘I’ve got it under control!’

I managed to get to my feet. Looking out of the window, I saw a smoking ring of trees from the clearing where we’d taken off.

‘Thalia,’ I said, ‘lighten up on the accelerator.’

‘I’ve
got
it, Percy,’ she said, gritting her teeth. But she kept it floored.

‘Loosen up,’ I told her.

‘I’m loose!’ Thalia said. She was so stiff she looked like she was made out of plywood.

‘We need to veer south for Long Island,’ Apollo said. ‘Hang a left.’

Thalia jerked the wheel and again threw me into Grover, who yelped.

‘The other left,’ Apollo suggested.

I made the mistake of looking out of the window again. We were at aeroplane height now – so high the sky was starting to look black.

‘Ah…’ Apollo said, and I got the feeling he was forcing himself to sound calm. ‘A little lower, sweetheart. Cape Cod is freezing over.’

Thalia tilted the wheel. Her face was chalk white, her forehead beaded with sweat. Something was definitely wrong. I’d never seen her like this.

The bus pitched down and somebody screamed. Maybe it was me. Now we were heading straight towards the Atlantic Ocean at a thousand miles an hour, the New England coastline off to our left. And it was getting hot in the bus.