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The end of the world started when a pegasus landed on the hood of my car.
Rachel didn’t hide much. She let you know how she felt.
Librraaaa
Greek fire, one of the most dangerous magical substances in the world. Then he threw me another essential tool of demigod heroes—duct tape.
didn’t know it then, but it would be the last time I ever visited the attic.
Stoooppp
“A half-blood of the eldest dogs…” “Er, Percy?” Annabeth interrupted. “That’s gods. Not dogs.”
Lmaoooo
my ADHD brain did not like concentrating on depressing stuff.
I don’t recommend shadow travel if you’re scared of: a) The dark b) Cold shivers up your spine c) Strange noises d) Going so fast you feel like your face is peeling off In other words, I thought it was awesome.
Hestia shook her head. “I am here because when all else fails, when all the other mighty gods have gone off to war, I am all that’s left. Home. Hearth. I am the last Olympian. You must remember me when you face your final decision.” I didn’t like the way she said final.
thought about what Hestia had said, about how hard it was to yield, and I figured maybe my mom was finding that out.
Interesting...you do not yield
I remembered the story. Orpheus wasn’t supposed to look behind him when he was leading his wife back to the world, but of course he did. It was one of those typical “and-so-they-died/the-end” stories that always made us demigods feel warm and fuzzy.
Anger woke me up fast. “Oh, yeah? And why should I trust you?” “No…choice?” he gagged. I wished he hadn’t said something logical like that.
“Your powers drain you too much,” I noticed. He nodded sleepily. “With great power…comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later.”
I stunk at Greek names, but even I knew the greatest warrior of all time, who had died from a wounded heel. “Achilles,” I said.
Ugh
I love New York. You can pop out of the Underworld in Central Park, hail a taxi, head down Fifth Avenue with a giant hellhound loping along behind you, and nobody even looks at you funny.
“Last thing.” Hermes looked at me. “She said to tell Percy: ‘Remember the rivers.’ And, um, something about staying away from her daughter.”
Love
Annabeth smiled. “Turns out most of the statues in the city are automatons. Daedalus planted them here just in case he needed an army.”
So good
Annabeth cleared her throat. “Hello, er, Governor Seward. Command sequence: Daedalus Twenty-three. Defend Manhattan. Begin Activation.”
Just for you non-sea-god types out there, don’t go swimming in New York Harbor. It may not be as filthy as it was in my mom’s day, but that water will still probably make you grow a third eye or have mutant children when you grow up.
Before I could lose my courage, I said, “Don’t I get a kiss for luck? It’s kind of a tradition, right?”
Gasped
Annabeth had intercepted the knife with her own body. But why? She didn’t know about my weak spot. No one did.
Kronos snarled. “Some day soon, I am going to make pegasus soup. But in the meantime…”
Lmao
I stared at the jar and got a very bad feeling. I figured Pandora had been completely ADHD, like me. I could never leave things alone. I didn’t like temptation. What if this was my choice? Maybe the prophecy all came down to my keeping this jar closed or opening it.
Another thing I learned: it’s one thing to climb a rope in gym glass. It’s a completely different thing to climb a rope attached to a moving pig’s wing while you’re flying at a hundred miles an hour.
“HAWAII OWNS YOUR FACES!” a third one shouted. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
What I’m saying…I hate it when people let me down, when things are temporary.
her biggest flaw was pride—thinking she could fix anything.
The world will fall, the gods will die, and I will never achieve a perfect score on this stupid machine.”
“I’m not sure,” Rachel admitted. “But this drakon has a particular fate. It will be killed by a child of Ares.” Annabeth crossed her arms. “How can you possibly know that?” “I just saw it. I can’t explain.”
I tried to close the distance to help, but Clarisse was faster. She leaped aside as the monster struck, pulverizing the ground in front of her. Then she jumped onto the creature’s head. As it reared up, she drove her electric spear into its good eye with so much force it shattered the shaft, releasing all of the magic weapon’s power.
Hell yeah
“Well…sure good to be together again. Arguing. Almost dying. Abject terror. Oh, look. It’s our floor.”
“Hestia,” I said, “I give this to you as an offering.” The goddess tilted her head. “I am the least of the gods. Why would you trust me with this?” “You’re the last Olympian,” I said. “And the most important.” “And why is that, Percy Jackson?” “Because Hope survives best at the hearth,” I said. “Guard it for me, and I won’t be tempted to give up again.”
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.
I tried to move, but my body was frozen again. How could Annabeth, battered and half dead with exhaustion, have the strength to fight a Titan like Kronos?
She looked at me, like she was drinking in the fact that I was still here. And I realized I was doing the same thing. The world was collapsing, and the only thing that really mattered to me was that she was alive.
“We need a shroud,” I announced, my voice cracking. “A shroud for the son of Hermes.”
Why am i crying
and he smelled of a salty beach and fresh sea air.
“All hail, Perseus Jackson,” Tyson said. “Hero of Olympus…and my big brother!”
“Seven half-bloods shall answer the call. To storm or fire, the world must fall. An oath to keep with a final breath, And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death.”
Afterward, I had the last laugh. I made an air bubble at the bottom of the lake. Our friends kept waiting for us to come up, but hey—when you’re the son of Poseidon, you don’t have to hurry. And it was pretty much the best underwater kiss of all time.
“And close to me?” I asked. “Well, someone’s got a big sense of his own importance.” But she laced her fingers through mine. I remembered what she’d told me in New York, about building something permanent, and I thought—just maybe—we were off to a good start.
