Percy Jackson The Complete Collection (116 page)

The bridge to Olympus was dissolving. We stepped out of the elevator onto the white marble walkway and immediately cracks appeared at our feet.

‘Jump!’ Grover said, which was easy for him since he’s part mountain goat.

He sprang to the next slab of stone while ours tilted sickeningly.

‘Gods, I hate heights!’ Thalia yelled as she and I leaped. But Annabeth was in no shape for jumping. She stumbled and yelled, ‘Percy!’

I caught her hand as the pavement fell, crumbling into dust. For a second, I thought she was going to pull us both over. Her feet dangled in the open air. Her hand started to slip until I was holding her only by her fingers. Then Grover and Thalia grabbed my legs and I found extra strength. Annabeth was
not
going to fall.

I pulled her up and we lay trembling on the pavement. I didn’t realize we had our arms around each other until she suddenly tensed.

‘Um, thanks,’ she muttered.

I tried to say
don’t mention it
, but it came out as, ‘Uh duh.’

‘Keep moving!’ Grover tugged my shoulder. We untangled ourselves and sprinted across the sky bridge as more stones
disintegrated and fell into oblivion. We made it to the edge of the mountain just as the final section collapsed.

Annabeth looked back at the elevator, which was now completely out of reach – a polished set of metal doors hanging in space, attached to nothing, six hundred stories above Manhattan.

‘We’re marooned,’ she said. ‘On our own.’

‘Blah-ha-ha!’ Grover said. ‘The connection between Olympus and America is dissolving. If it fails –’

‘The gods won’t move on to another country this time,’ Thalia said. ‘This will be the end of Olympus. The
final
end.’

We ran through streets. Mansions were burning. Statues had been hacked down. Trees in the parks were blasted to splinters. It looked like someone had attacked the city with a giant Weedwhacker.

‘Kronos’s scythe,’ I said.

We followed the winding path towards the palace of the gods. I didn’t remember the road being so long. Maybe Kronos was making time go slower, or maybe it was just dread slowing me down. The whole mountaintop was in ruins – so many beautiful buildings and gardens gone.

A few minor gods and nature spirits had tried to stop Kronos. What remained of them was strewn about the road – shattered armour, ripped clothing, swords and spears broken in half.

Somewhere ahead of us, Kronos’s voice roared: ‘Brick by brick! That was my promise. Tear it down BRICK BY BRICK!’

A white marble temple with a gold dome suddenly
exploded. The dome shot up like the lid of a teapot and shattered into a billion pieces, raining rubble over the city.

‘That was a shrine to Artemis,’ Thalia grumbled. ‘He’ll pay for that.’

We were running under the marble archway with the huge statues of Zeus and Hera when the entire mountain groaned, rocking sideways like a boat in a storm.

‘Look out!’ Grover yelped. The archway crumbled. I looked up in time to see a twenty-ton scowling Hera topple over on us. Annabeth and I would’ve been flattened, but Thalia shoved us from behind and we landed just out of danger.

‘Thalia!’ Grover cried.

When the dust cleared and the mountain stopped rocking, we found her still alive, but her legs were pinned under the statue.

We tried desperately to move it, but it would’ve taken several Cyclopes. When we tried to pull Thalia out from under it, she yelled in pain.

‘I survive all those battles,’ she growled, ‘and I get defeated by a stupid chunk of rock!’

‘It’s Hera,’ Annabeth said in outrage. ‘She’s had it in for me all year. Her statue would’ve killed me if you hadn’t pushed us away.’

Thalia grimaced. ‘Well, don’t just stand there! I’ll be fine. Go!’

We didn’t want to leave her, but I could hear Kronos laughing as he approached the hall of the gods. More buildings exploded.

‘We’ll be back,’ I promised.

‘I’m not going anywhere,’ Thalia groaned.

A fireball erupted on the side of the mountain, right near the gates of the palace.

‘We’ve got to run,’ I said.

‘I don’t suppose you mean
away
,’ Grover murmured hopefully.

I sprinted towards the palace, Annabeth right behind me.

‘I was afraid of that,’ Grover sighed, and clip-clopped after us.

The doors of the palace were big enough to steer a cruise ship through, but they’d been ripped off their hinges and smashed like they weighed nothing. We had to climb over a huge pile of broken stone and twisted metal to get inside.

Kronos stood in the middle of the throne room, his arms wide, staring at the starry ceiling as if taking it all in. His laughter echoed even louder than it had from the pit of Tartarus.

‘Finally!’ he bellowed. ‘The Olympian Council – so proud and mighty. Which seat of power shall I destroy first?’

Ethan Nakamura stood to one side, trying to stay out of the way of his master’s scythe. The hearth was almost dead, just a few coals glowing deep in the ashes. Hestia was nowhere to be seen. Neither was Rachel. I hoped she was okay, but I’d seen so much destruction I was afraid to think about it. The Ophiotaurus swam in his water sphere in the far corner of the room, wisely not making a sound, but it wouldn’t be long before Kronos noticed him.

Annabeth, Grover and I stepped forward into the torchlight. Ethan saw us first.

‘My lord,’ he warned.

Kronos turned and smiled through Luke’s face. Except for the golden eyes, he looked just the same as he had four years ago when he’d welcomed me into the Hermes cabin. Annabeth made a painful sound in the back of her throat, like someone had just sucker-punched her.

‘Shall I destroy you first, Jackson?’ Kronos asked. ‘Is that the choice you will make – to fight me and die instead of bowing down? Prophecies never end well, you know.’

‘Luke would fight with a sword,’ I said. ‘But I suppose you don’t have his skill.’

Kronos sneered. His scythe began to change, until he held Luke’s old weapon – Backbiter, with its half-steel, half-celestial bronze blade.

Next to me, Annabeth gasped like she’d suddenly had an idea. ‘Percy, the blade!’ She unsheathed her knife. ‘
The hero’s soul, cursed blade shall reap.
’

I didn’t understand why she was reminding me of that prophecy line right now. It wasn’t exactly a morale booster, but before I could say anything Kronos raised his sword.

‘Wait!’ Annabeth yelled.

Kronos came at me like a whirlwind.

My instincts took over. I dodged and slashed and rolled, but I felt like I was fighting a hundred swordsmen. Ethan ducked to one side, trying to get behind me until Annabeth intercepted him. They started to fight, but I couldn’t focus on how she was doing. I was vaguely aware of Grover playing his reed pipes. The sound filled me with warmth and courage – thoughts of sunlight and a
blue sky and a calm meadow, somewhere far away from the war.

Kronos backed me up against the throne of Hephaestus – a huge mechanical La-Z-Boy-type thing covered with bronze and silver gears. Kronos slashed and I managed to jump straight up onto the seat. The throne whirred and hummed with secret mechanisms.
Defence mode
, it warned.
Defence mode.

That couldn’t be good. I jumped straight over Kronos’s head as the throne shot tendrils of electricity in all directions. One hit Kronos in the face, arcing down his body and up his sword.

‘ARG!’ He crumpled to his knees and dropped Backbiter.

Annabeth saw her chance. She kicked Ethan out of the way and charged Kronos. ‘Luke, listen!’

I wanted to shout at her, to tell her she was crazy for trying to reason with Kronos, but there was no time. Kronos flicked his hand. Annabeth flew backwards, slamming into the throne of her mother and crumpling to the floor.

‘Annabeth!’ I screamed.

Ethan Nakamura got to his feet. He now stood between Annabeth and me. I couldn’t fight him without turning my back on Kronos.

Grover’s music took on a more urgent tune. He moved towards Annabeth, but he couldn’t go any faster and keep up the song. Grass grew on the floor of the throne room. Tiny roots crept up between the cracks of the marble stones.

Kronos rose to one knee. His hair smouldered. His face was covered with electrical burns. He reached for his sword, but this time it didn’t fly into his hands.

‘Nakamura!’ he groaned. ‘Time to prove yourself. You know Jackson’s secret weakness. Kill him, and you will have rewards beyond measure.’

Ethan’s eyes dropped to my midsection, and I was sure that he knew. Even if he couldn’t kill me himself, all he had to do was tell Kronos. There was no way I could defend myself forever.

‘Look around you, Ethan,’ I said. ‘The end of the world. Is this the reward you want? Do you really want everything destroyed – the good with the bad?
Everything?
’

Grover was almost to Annabeth now. The grass thickened on the floor. The roots were almost half a metre long, like a stubble of whiskers.

‘There is no throne to Nemesis,’ Ethan muttered. ‘No throne to my mother.’

‘That’s right!’ Kronos tried to get up but stumbled. Above his left ear, a patch of blond hair still smouldered. ‘Strike them down! They deserve to suffer.’

‘You said your mom is the goddess of balance,’ I reminded him. ‘The minor gods deserve better, Ethan, but total destruction isn’t
balance.
Kronos doesn’t build. He only destroys.’

Ethan looked at the sizzling throne of Hephaestus. Grover’s music kept playing, and Ethan swayed to it, as if the song were filling him with nostalgia – a wish to see a beautiful day, to be anywhere but here. His good eye blinked.

Then he charged – but not at me.

While Kronos was still on his knees, Ethan brought down his sword on the Titan lord’s neck. It should have killed him instantly, but the blade shattered. Ethan fell
back, grasping his stomach. A shard of his own blade had ricocheted and pierced his armour.

Kronos rose unsteadily, towering over his servant. ‘Treason,’ he snarled.

Grover’s music kept playing and grass grew around Ethan’s body. Ethan stared at me, his face tight with pain.

‘Deserve better,’ he gasped. ‘If they just … had thrones –’

Kronos stomped his foot, and the floor ruptured around Ethan Nakamura. The son of Nemesis fell through a fissure that went straight through the heart of the mountain – straight into open air.

‘So much for him.’ Kronos picked up his sword. ‘And now for the rest of you.’

My only thought was to keep him away from Annabeth. Grover was at her side now. He’d stopped playing and was feeding her ambrosia.

Everywhere Kronos stepped, the roots wrapped around his feet, but Grover had stopped his magic too early. The roots weren’t thick or strong enough to do much more than annoy the Titan.

We fought through the hearth, kicking up coals and sparks. Kronos slashed an armrest off the throne of Ares, which was okay by me, but then he backed me up to my dad’s throne.

‘Oh, yes,’ Kronos said. ‘This one will make fine kindling for my new hearth!’

Our blades clashed in a shower of sparks. He was stronger than me, but for the moment I felt the power of
the ocean in my arms. I pushed him back and struck again – slashing Riptide across his breastplate so hard I cut a gash in the celestial bronze.

He stamped his foot again and time slowed. I tried to attack but I was moving at the speed of a glacier. Kronos backed up leisurely, catching his breath. He examined the gash in his armour while I struggled forward, silently cursing him. He could take all the timeouts he wanted. He could freeze me in place at will. My only hope was that the effort was draining him. If I could wear him down …

‘It’s too late, Percy Jackson,’ he said. ‘Behold.’

He pointed to the hearth and the coals glowed. A sheet of white smoke poured from the fire, forming images like an Iris-message. I saw Nico and my parents down on Fifth Avenue, fighting a hopeless battle, ringed in enemies. In the background Hades fought from his black chariot, summoning wave after wave of zombies out of the ground, but the forces of the Titans’ army seemed just as endless. Meanwhile, Manhattan was being destroyed. Mortals, now fully awake, were running in terror. Cars swerved and crashed.

The scene shifted, and I saw something even more terrifying.

A column of storm was approaching the Hudson River, moving rapidly over the Jersey shore. Chariots circled it, locked in combat with the creature in the cloud.

The gods attacked. Lightning flashed. Arrows of gold and silver streaked into the cloud like rocket tracers and exploded. Slowly, the cloud ripped apart, and I saw Typhon clearly for the first time.

I knew as long as I lived (which might not be that long) I would never be able to get the image out of my mind. Typhon’s head shifted constantly. Every moment he was a different monster, each more horrible than the last. Looking at his face would’ve driven me insane, so I focused on his body, which wasn’t much better. He was humanoid, but his skin reminded me of a meatloaf sandwich that had been in someone’s locker all year. He was mottled green, with blisters the size of buildings and blackened patches from aeons of being stuck under a volcano. His hands were human, but with talons like an eagle’s. His legs were scaly and reptilian.

‘The Olympians are giving their final effort.’ Kronos laughed. ‘How pathetic.’

Zeus threw a thunderbolt from his chariot. The blast lit up the world. I could feel the shock even here on Olympus, but when the dust cleared, Typhon was still standing. He staggered a bit, with a smoking crater on top of his misshapen head, but he roared in anger and kept advancing.

My limbs began to loosen up. Kronos didn’t seem to notice. His attention was focused on the fight and his final victory. If I could hold out a few more seconds, and if my dad kept his word …

Typhon stepped into the Hudson River and barely sank to mid-calf.

Now
, I thought, imploring the image in the smoke.
Please, it has to happen now.

Like a miracle, a conch horn sounded from the smoky picture. The call of the ocean. The call of Poseidon.