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“Are they any good?” I asked. She shook her head. “They taste like cardboard.” I didn’t have anything against cardboard, so I tried one.
That was probably smart. Annabeth had a bronze knife that she reserved just for monsters and people who messed with her stuff.
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.”
“With great power…comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later.”
“Hold on, Seaweed Brain.” It was Annabeth’s voice, much clearer now. “You’re not getting away from me that easily.” The cord strengthened. I could see Annabeth now—standing barefoot above me on the canoe lake pier. I’d fallen out of my canoe. That was it. She was reaching out her hand to haul me up, and she was trying not to laugh. She wore her orange camp T-shirt and jeans. Her hair was tucked up in her Yankees cap, which was strange because that should have made her invisible. “You are such an idiot sometimes.” She smiled. “Come on. Take my hand.” Memories came flooding back to me—sharper
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“You’re the greatest heroes of this millennium,” I told them. “It doesn’t matter how many monsters come at you. Fight bravely, and we will win.” I raised Riptide and shouted, “FOR OLYMPUS!”
Before I could lose my courage, I said, “Don’t I get a kiss for luck? It’s kind of a tradition, right?” I figured she would punch me. Instead, she drew her knife and stared at the army marching toward us. “Come back alive, Seaweed Brain. Then we’ll see.”
“You’re cute when you’re worried,” she muttered. “Your eyebrows get all scrunched together.”
Rachel nodded. “I don’t know its meaning. But I know it’s important. You have to hear it. It said, Perseus, you are not the hero.”
Silena opened her hand. In her palm was a silver bracelet with a scythe charm, the mark of Kronos. A cold fist closed around my heart. “You were the spy.”
Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. She croaked, “Family, Luke. You promised.”
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.”
“All hail, Perseus Jackson,” Tyson said. “Hero of Olympus…and my big brother!”
When she spoke, her voice sounded tripled—like three Rachels were talking at once: “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.”
And it was pretty much the best underwater kiss of all time.
For once, I didn’t look back.
