The Last Olympian

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  "No," I said. "Six-hundredth floor. "

  He checked us out. His eyes were pale blue and his head was completely bald. I couldnt tell if he was human or not, but he seemed to notice our weapons, so I guess he wasnt fooled by the Mist.

  "There is no six-hundredth floor, kid. " He said it like it was a required line he didnt believe. "Move along. "

  I leaned across the desk. "Forty demigods attract an awful lot of monsters. You really want us hanging out in your lobby?"

  He thought about that. Then he hit a buzzer and the security gate swung open. "Make it quick. "

  "You dont want us going through the metal detectors," I added.

  "Um, no," he agreed. "Elevator on the right. I guess you know the way. "

  I tossed him a golden drachma and we marched ill rough.

  We decided it would take two trips to get everybody up in the elevator. I went with the first group. Different elevator music was playing since my last visit—that old disco song "Stayin Alive. " A terrifying image flashed through my mind of Apollo in bell-bottom pants and a slinky silk shirt.

  I was glad when the elevator doors finally dinged open. In front of us, a path of floating stones led through the clouds up to Mount Olympus, hovering six thousand feet over Manhattan.

  Id seen Olympus several times, but it still took my breath away. The mansions glittered gold and white against the sides of the mountain. Gardens bloomed on a hundred terraces. Scented smoke rose from braziers that lined the winding streets. And right at the top of the snow-capped crest rose the main palace of the gods. It looked as majestic as ever, but something seemed wrong. Then I realized the mountain was silent—no music, no voices, no laughter.

  Annabeth studied me. "You look . . . different," she decided. "Where exactly did you go?"

  The elevator doors opened again, and the second group of half-bloods joined us.

  "Tell you later," I said. "Come on. "

  We made our way across the sky bridge into the streets of Olympus. The shops were closed. The parks were empty. A couple of Muses sat on a bench strumming flaming lyres, but their hearts didnt seem to be in it. A lone Cyclops swept the street with an uprooted oak tree. A minor godling spotted us from a balcony and ducked inside, closing his shutters.

  We passed under a big marble archway with statues of Zeus and Hera on either side. Annabeth made a face at the queen of the gods.

  "Hate her," she muttered.

  "Has she been cursing you or something?" I asked. Last year Annabeth had gotten on Heras bad side, but Annabeth hadnt really talked about it since.

  "Just little stuff so far," she said. "Her sacred animal is the cow, right?"

  "Right. "

  "So she sends cows after me. "

  I tried not to smile. "Cows? In San Francisco?"

  "Oh, yeah. Usually I dont see them, but the cows leave me little presents all over the place—in our backyard, on the sidewalk, in the school hallways. I have to be careful where I step. "

  "Look!" Pollux cried, pointing toward the horizon. "What is that?"

  We all froze. Blue lights were streaking across the evening sky toward Olympus like tiny comets. They seemed to be coming from all over the city, heading straight toward the mountain. As they got close, they fizzled out. We watched them for several minutes and they didnt seem to do any damage, but still it was strange.

  "Like infrared scopes," Michael Yew muttered. "Were being targeted. "

  "Lets get to the palace," I said.

  No one was guarding the hall of the gods. The gold-and-silver doors stood wide open. Our footsteps echoed as we walked into the throne room.

  Of course, "room" doesnt really cover it. The place was the size of Madison Square Garden. High above, the blue ceiling glittered with constellations. Twelve giant empty thrones stood in a U around a hearth. In one corner, a house-size globe of water hovered in the air, and inside swam my old friend the Ophiotaurus, half-cow, half-serpent.

  "Moooo!" he said happily, turning in a circle.

  Despite all the serious stuff going on, I had to smile. Two years ago wed spent a lot of time trying to save the Ophiotaurus from the Titans, and Id gotten kind of fond of him. He seemed to like me too, even though Id originally thought he was a girl and named him Bessie.

  "Hey, man," I said. "They treating you okay?"

  "Mooo," Bessie answered.

  We walked toward the thrones, and a womans voice said, "Hello again, Percy Jackson. You and your friends are welcome. "

  Hestia stood by the hearth, poking the flames with a stick. She wore the same kind of simple brown dress as she had before, but she was a grown woman now.

  I bowed. "Lady Hestia. "

  My friends followed my example.

  Hestia regarded me with her red glowing eyes. "I see you went through with your plan. You bear the curse of Achilles. "

  The other campers started muttering among themselves: What did she say? What about Achilles?

  "You must be careful," Hestia warned me. "You gained much on your journey. But you are still blind to the most important truth. Perhaps a glimpse is in order. "

  Annabeth nudged me. "Um . . . what is she talking about?"

  I stared into Hestias eyes, and an image rushed into my mind: I saw a dark alley between red brick warehouses. A sign above one of the doors read RICHMOND IRONWORKS.

  Two half-bloods crouched in the shadows—a boy about fourteen and a girl about twelve. I realized with a start that the boy was Luke. The girl was Thalia, daughter of Zeus. I was seeing a scene from back in the days when they were on the run, before Grover found them.

  Luke carried a bronze knife. Thalia had her spear and shield of terror, Aegis. Luke and Thalia both looked hungry and lean, with wild animal eyes, like they were used to being attacked.

  "Are you sure?" Thalia asked.

  Luke nodded. "Something down here. I sense it. "

  A rumble echoed from the alley, like someone had banged on a sheet of metal. The half-bloods crept forward.

  Old crates were stacked on a loading dock. Thalia and Luke approached with their weapons ready. A curtain of corrugated tin quivered as if something were behind it.

  Thalia glanced at Luke. He counted silently: One, two, three! He ripped away the tin, and a little girl flew at him with a hammer.

  "Whoa!" Luke said.

  The girl had tangled blond hair and was wearing flannel pajamas. She couldnt have been more than seven, but she wouldve brained Luke if he hadnt been so fast.

  He grabbed her wrist, and the hammer skittered across the cement.

  The little girl fought and kicked. "No more monsters! Go away!"

  "Its okay!" Luke struggled to hold her. "Thalia, put your shield up. Youre scaring her. "

  Thalia tapped Aegis, and it shrank into a silver bracelet. "Hey, its all right," she said. "Were not going to hurt you. Im Thalia. This is Luke. "

  "Monsters!"

  "No," Luke promised. "But we know all about monsters. We fight them too. "

  Slowly, the girl stopped kicking. She studied Luke and Thalia with large intelligent gray eyes.

  "Youre like me?" she said suspiciously.

  "Yeah," Luke said. "Were . . . well, its hard to explain, but were monster fighters. Wheres your family?"

  "My family hates me," the girl said. "They dont want me. I ran away. "

  Thalia and Luke locked eyes. I knew they both related to what she was saying.

  "Whats your name, kiddo?" Thalia asked.

  "Annabeth. "

  Luke smiled. "Nice name. I tell you what, Annabeth—youre pretty fierce. We could use a fighter like you. "

  Annabeths eyes widened. "You could?"

  "Oh, yeah. " Luke turned his knife and offered her the handle. "Howd you like a real monster-slaying weapon? This is Celestial bronze. Works a lot better than a hammer. "

  Maybe under most circumstances, offering a seven-year-old kid a knife would not be a good idea, but wh
en youre a half-blood, regular rules kind of go out the window.

  Annabeth gripped the hilt.

  "Knives are only for the bravest and quickest fighters," Luke explained. "They dont have the reach or power of a sword, but theyre easy to conceal and they can find weak spots in your enemys armor. It takes a clever warrior to use a knife. I have a feeling youre pretty clever. "

  Annabeth stared at him with adoration. "I am!"

  Thalia grinned. "Wed better get going, Annabeth. We have a safe house on the James River. Well get you some clothes and food. "

  "Youre . . . youre not going to take me back to my family?" she said. "Promise?"

  Luke put his hand on her shoulder. "Youre part of our family now. And I promise I wont let anything hurt you. Im not going to fail you like our families did us. Deal?"

  "Deal!" Annabeth said happily.

  "Now, come on," Thalia said. "We cant stay put for long!"

  The scene shifted. The three demigods were running through the woods. It mustve been several days later, maybe even weeks. All of them looked beat up, like theyd seen some battles. Annabeth was wearing new clothes—jeans and an oversize army jacket.

  "Just a little farther!" Luke promised. Annabeth stumbled, and he took her hand. Thalia brought up the rear, brandishing her shield like she was driving back whatever pursued them. She was limping on her left leg.

  They scrambled to a ridge and looked down the other side at a white Colonial house—May Castellans place.

  "All right," Luke said, breathing hard. "Ill just sneak in and grab some food and medicine. Wait here. "

  "Luke, are you sure?" Thalia asked. "You swore youd never come back here. If she catches you—"

  "We dont have a choice!" he growled. "They burned our nearest safe house. And youve got to treat that leg wound. "

  "This is your house?" Annabeth said with amazement.

  "It was my house," Luke muttered. "Believe me, if it wasnt an emergency—"

  "Is your mom really horrible?" Annabeth asked. "Can we see her?"

  "No!" Luke snapped.

  Annabeth shrank away from him as though his anger surprised her.

  "I . . . Im sorry," he said. "Just wait here. I promise everything will be okay. Nothings going to hurt you. Ill be back—"

  A brilliant golden flash illuminated the woods. The demigods winced, and a mans voice boomed: "You should not have come home. "

  The vision shut off.

  My knees buckled, but Annabeth grabbed me. "Percy! What happened?"

  "Did . . . did you see that?" I asked.

  "See what?"

  I glanced at Hestia, but the goddesss face was expressionless. I remembered something shed told me in the woods: If you are to understand your enemy Luke, you must understand his family. But why had she shown me those scenes?

  "How long was I out?" I muttered.

  Annabeth knit her eyebrows. "Percy, you werent out at all. You just looked at Hestia for like one second and collapsed. "

  I could feel everyones eyes on me. I couldnt afford to look weak. Whatever those visions meant, I had to stay focused on our mission.