The Titans Curse, Page 7

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  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. "

  "Cmon," Apollo said. "How old are you?"

  Thalia hesitated. "I dont know. "

  It was sad, but true. Shed 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, and if you looked at her, she seemed somewhere in between. The best Chiron could figure, she had kept aging while in tree form, but much more slowly.

  Apollo tapped his finger to his lips. "Youre fifteen, almost sixteen. "

  "How do you know that?"

  "Hey, Im the god of prophecy. I know stuff. Youll turn sixteen in about a week. "

  "Thats my birthday! December twenty-second. "

  "Which means youre old enough now to drive with a learners permit!"

  Thalia shifted her feet nervously. "Uh—"

  "I know what youre going to say," Apollo said. "You dont deserve an honor like driving the sun chariot. "

  "Thats not what I was going to say. "

  "Dont sweat it! Maine to Long Island is a really short trip, and dont worry about what happened to the last kid I trained. Youre Zeuss daughter. Hes not going to blast you out of the sky. "

  Apollo laughed good-naturedly. The rest of us didnt 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 windshield. I had to read it backward (which, for a dyslexic, really isnt that different than reading forward). I was pretty sure it said WARNING: STUDENT DRIVER.

  "Take it away!" Apollo told Thalia. "Youre gonna be a natural!"

  Ill admit I was jealous. I couldnt wait to start driving. A couple of times that fall, my mom had taken me out to Montauk when the beach road was empty, and shed 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 youve got good altitude before you really open her up. "

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

  "Whats wrong?" I asked her.

  "Nothing," she said shakily. "N-nothing is wrong. "

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

  "Ow" Grover said.

  "Sorry. "

  "Slower!" Apollo said.

  "Sorry!" Thalia said. "Ive got it under control!"

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

  "Thalia," I said, "lighten up on the accelerator. "

  "Ive got it, Percy," she said, gritting her teeth. But she kept it floored.

  "Loosen up," I told her.

  "Im 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 the window again. We were at airplane 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. Id never seen her like this.

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

  Apollo had been thrown somewhere in the back of the bus, but he started climbing up the rows of seats.

  "Take the wheel!" Grover begged him.

  "No worries," Apollo said. He looked plenty worried. "She just has to learn to—WHOA!"

  I saw what he was seeing. Down below us was a little snow-covered New England town. At least, it used to be snow-covered. As I watched, the snow melted off the trees and the roofs and the lawns. The white steeple on a church turned brown and started to smolder. Little plumes of smoke, like birthday candles, were popping up all over the town. Trees and rooftops were catching fire.

  "Pull up!" I yelled.

  There was a wild light in Thalias eyes. She yanked back on the wheel, and I held on this time. As we zoomed up, I could see through the back window that the fires in the town were being snuffed out by the sudden blast of cold.

  "There!" Apollo pointed. "Long Island, dead ahead. Lets slow down, dear. Dead is only an expression. "

  Thalia was thundering toward the coastline of northern Long Island. There was Camp Half-Blood: the valley, the woods, the beach. I could see the dining pavilion and cabins and the amphitheater.

  "Im under control," Thalia muttered. "Im under control. "

  We were only a few hundred yards away now.

  "Brake," Apollo said.

  "I can do this. "

  "BRAKE!"

  Thalia slammed her foot on the brake, and the sun bus pitched forward at a forty-five-degree angle, slamming into the Camp Half-Blood canoe lake with a huge FLOOOOOOSH! Steam billowed up, sending several frightened naiads scrambling out of the water with half-woven wicker baskets.

  The bus bobbed to the surface, along with a couple of capsized, half-melted canoes.

  "Well," said Apollo with a brave smile. "You were right, my dear. You had everything under control! Lets go see if we boiled anyone important, shall we?"

  FIVE

  I PLACE AN UNDERWATER PHONE CALL

  Id never seen Camp Half-Blood in winter before, and the snow surprised me.

  See, the camp has the ultimate magic climate control. Nothing gets inside the borders unless the director, Mr. D, wants it to. I thought it would be warm and sunny, but instead the snow had been allowed to fall lightly. Frost covered the chariot track and the strawberry fields. The cabins were decorated with tiny flickering lights, like Christmas lights, except they seemed to be balls of real fire. More lights glowed in the woods, and weirdest of all, a fire flickered in the attic window of the Big House, where the Oracle dwelt, imprisoned in an old mummified body. I wondered if the spirit of Delphi was roasting marshmallows up there or something.

  "Whoa," Nico said as he climbed off the bus. "Is that a climbing wall?"

  "Yeah," I said.

  "Why is there lava pouring down it?"

  "Little extra challenge. Come on. Ill introduce you to Chiron. Zoe, have you met—"

  "I know Chiron," Zoe said stiffly. "Tell him we will be in Cabin Eight. Hunters, follow me. "

  "Ill show you the way," Grover offered.

  "We know the way. "

  "Oh, really, its no trouble. Its easy to get lost here, if you dont"—he tripped over a canoe and came up still talking—"like my old daddy goat used to say! Come on!"

  Zoe rolled her eyes, but I guess she figured there was no getting rid of Grover. The Hunters shouldered their packs and their bows and headed off toward the cabins. As Bianca di Angelo was leaving, she leaned over and whispered something in her brothers ear. She looked at him for an answer, but Nico just scowled and turned away.

  "Take care, sweethearts!" Apollo called after the Hunters. He winked at me. "Watch out for those prophecies, Percy. Ill see you soon. "

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bsp; "What do you mean?"

  Instead of answering, he hopped back in the bus. "Later, Thalia," he called. "And, uh, be good!"

  He gave her a wicked smile, as if he knew something she didnt. Then he closed the doors and revved the engine. I turned aside as the sun chariot took off in a blast of heat. When I looked back, the lake was steaming. A red Maserati soared over the woods, glowing brighter and climbing higher until it disappeared in a ray of sunlight.

  Nico was still looking grumpy. I wondered what his sister had told him.

  "Whos Chiron?" he asked. "I dont have his figurine. "

  "Our activities director," I said. "Hes… well, youll see.

  "If those Hunter girls dont like him," Nico grumbled, "thats good enough for me. Lets go. "

  The second thing that surprised me about camp was how empty it was. I mean, I knew most half-bloods only trained during the summer. Just the year-rounders would be here—the ones who didnt have homes to go to, or would get attacked by monsters too much if they left. But there didnt even seem to be many of them, either.

  I spotted Charles Beckendorf from the Hephaestus cabin stoking the forge outside the camp armory. The Stoll brothers, Travis and Connor, from the Hermes cabin, were picking the lock on the camp store. A few kids from the Ares cabin were having a snowball fight with the wood nymphs at the edge of the forest. That was about it. Even my old rival from the Ares cabin, Clarisse, didnt seem to be around.

  The Big House was decorated with strings of red and yellow fireballs that warmed the porch but didnt seem to catch anything on fire. Inside, flames crackled in the hearth. The air smelled like hot chocolate. Mr. D, the camp director, and Chiron were playing a quiet game of cards in the parlor.

  Chirons brown beard was shaggier for the winter. His curly hair had grown a little longer. He wasnt posing as a teacher this year, so I guess he could afford to be casual. He wore a fuzzy sweater with a hoofprint design on it, and he had a blanket on his lap that almost hid his wheelchair completely.

  He smiled when he saw us. "Percy! Thalia! Ah, and this must be—"

  "Nico di Angelo," I said. "He and his sister are half-bloods. "

  Chiron breathed a sigh of relief. "You succeeded, then. "

  "Well…"

  His smile melted. "Whats wrong? And where is Annabeth?"

  "Oh, dear," Mr. D said in a bored voice, "Not another one lost. "

  Id been trying not to pay attention to Mr. D, but he was kind of hard to ignore in his neon orange leopard-skin warm-up suit and his purple running shoes. (Like Mr. D had ever run a day in his immortal life. ) A golden laurel wreath was tilted sideways on his curly black hair, which mustve meant hed won the last hand of cards.

  "What do you mean?" Thalia asked. "Who else is lost?"

  Just then, Grover trotted into the room, grinning like crazy. He had a black eye and red lines on his face that looked like a slap mark. "The Hunters are all moved in!"

  Chiron frowned. "The Hunters, eh? I see we have much to talk about. " He glanced at Nico. "Grover, perhaps you should take our young friend to the den and show him our orientation film. "