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Rick Riordan
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June 2 - July 28, 2025
She nodded. “And so…hypothetically, if these two people liked each other, what would it take to get the stupid guy to kiss the girl, huh?”
“Not your fault, brother. Kronos does not explode good. Next time we will use a big stick.”
“Return to camp,” he insisted. “And tell Chiron it is time.” “For what?” “You must hear the prophecy. The entire prophecy.”
“The time is coming,” he promised. “With luck, I will see you for your birthday next week, and we will have a proper celebration.”
I looked at the glassy eyes of the Oracle, and I decided not to argue. We headed downstairs to join the others. I didn’t know it then, but it would be the last time I ever visited the attic.
I found myself staring at her, which was stupid since I’d seen her a billion times. She and I were about the same height this summer, which was a relief. Still, she seemed so much more mature. It was kind of intimidating. I mean, sure, she’d always been cute, but she was starting to be seriously beautiful.
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.”
Nico exhaled. “Grover, you met Morpheus, the God of Dreams. You’re lucky you ever woke up.”
“I’m afraid this is my new lead, Percy. My father promised me information about my family, but he wants to see you before we try the river. I’m sorry.”
Ethan moistened his lips. “He’s still fighting you, isn’t he? Luke—”
The world will fall, the gods will die, and I will never achieve a perfect score on this stupid machine.”
I looked down at the dying face of Silena Beauregard.
As she rode, I realized she was literally glowing. An aura of red fire flickered around her. “The blessing of Ares,” Thalia said. “I’ve never seen it in person before.”
I thought about the first time I’d visited Mount Olympus, back when I was twelve. Annabeth and Grover hadn’t been with me then. I was glad they were with me now. I had a feeling it might be our last adventure together.
“Percy,” Annabeth said quietly. “You were right about Luke.”
Moo, said the Ophiotaurus in his sphere of water.
“FOOL!” Kronos’s voice shook the city. “You filled his head with empty promises. You said the gods cared about me!” “Me,” Chiron noticed. “You said me.”
“Nakamura!” he groaned. “Time to prove yourself. You know Jackson’s secret weakness. Kill him, and you will have rewards beyond measure.”
Athena smiled. “You, my daughter, have exceeded all expectations. You have used your wits, your strength, and your courage to defend this city, and our seat of power. It has come to our attention that Olympus is…well, trashed. The Titan lord did much damage that will have to be repaired. We could rebuild it by magic, of course, and make it just as it was. But the gods feel that the city could be improved. We will take this as an opportunity. And you, my daughter, will design these improvements.”
“All hail, Perseus Jackson,” Tyson said. “Hero of Olympus…and my big brother!”
Rachel closed her eyes. “I accept this role. I pledge myself to Apollo, God of Oracles. I open my eyes to the future and embrace the past. I accept the spirit of Delphi, Voice of the Gods, Speaker of Riddles, Seer of Fate.”
“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.”
