![]() ![]() Do you always kill people when they blow their nose? I was only alive because so many people had helped me, even a random mortal girl like that. I didn’t know why, but her annoying comments kept coming back to me. And you saved Annabeth!’Īnnabeth smiled at me gratefully, which made me look away.įor some strange reason, I found myself thinking about Hoover Dam, and the odd mortal girl I’d run into there, Rachel Elizabeth Dare. ‘The important thing is you have prevailed. ‘I’ll fill you in later,’ Chiron said with forced cheerfulness. She had a new scar on her chin, and her dirty blond hair had been cut short and ragged, like someone had attacked it with a pair of safety scissors. I knew she must’ve had a difficult quest, because she didn’t even try to pulverize me. Even Clarisse from the Ares cabin was there, back from her secretive scouting mission. ![]() Within an hour, the satyrs were all running around agitated, asking where the nearest espresso bar was.Īnnabeth and I sat with Chiron and some of the other senior campers-Beckendorf, Silena Beauregard, and the Stoll brothers. Grover went off with his satyr friends to spread the word about our strange encounter with the magic of Pan. She was long gone with Artemis and the rest of the Hunters, off on their next adventure.Ĭhiron greeted us at the Big House with hot chocolate and toasted cheese sandwiches. The Long Island Expressway was almost deserted.Īs we trudged back up Half-Blood Hill to the pine tree where the Golden Fleece glittered, I half expected to see Thalia there, waiting for us. Argus, the many-eyed security chief, picked up Annabeth, Grover, and me at the Empire State Building and ferried us back to camp through a light snowstorm. Friday before Christmas, but it was early in the morning, and hardly anyone was on Fifth Avenue. Her image disappeared, and I thought to myself that Thalia had been right, so many days ago at Westover Hall: my mom really was pretty cool.Ĭompared to Mount Olympus, Manhattan was quiet. ‘Are you putting blue candy in my stocking?’ ‘You need the green binder or the red one?’ But seeing my mother laughing and smiling, after all the years she’d suffered with my nasty ex-stepfather, Gabe Ugliano, I couldn’t help feeling happy for her. I’d met Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, in person, and her powers had scared me worse than Ares. I’d seen just how mean people could be to each other, like Hercules was to Zoe Nightshade, like Luke was to Thalia. Considering the quest I’d just had, maybe I should have been worried for my mom. ![]() Don’t worry about me.’ The funny thing was, I meant it. The question seemed to take her by surprise. ‘Yeah, well, I’d better let you get back to your homework.’ She sighed with relief when she heard that Annabeth was safe. He left the room, and instantly my mom leaned toward the Iris-message. ‘Oh, Paul! You know what? I left my writing journal in the living room. I felt so embarrassed, I was about to wave my hand through the mist and cut the connection, but before I could, my mom saw me. The mist shimmered, and there was my mom at our kitchen table, laughing and holding hands with her friend Mr. I dug out my last golden drachma and made one more Iris-message. We talked for a while about war preparations and our dad’s fight with the old sea gods, and all the cool things we could do together next summer, but then Tyson’s boss started yelling at him and he had to get back to work. ‘The boss says ‘good work’! He will let me take the whole summer off. ‘Yes! I have made two thousand seven hundred and forty-one magic swords,’ Tyson said proudly, showing me the newest blade. I guess I hadn’t realized how much I missed having Tyson around. ‘That means it was good! It saved your life!’ Finally I got around to explaining how the shield he’d made me last summer had been damaged in the manticore attack. I told him about our adventures, and Bessie-he wanted to hear every detail about the cute baby cow serpent-and I assured him that Annabeth was safe. It wasn’t easy, but I finally found a quiet fountain in a corner garden and sent an Iris-message to my brother, Tyson, under the sea. Before I left Olympus, I decided to make a few calls. ![]()
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