by Rick Riordan
Page 31
I swallowed the taste of smoke out of my mouth, and looked at Thalia. "You saved my life. "
"One shall perish by a parents hand" she muttered. "Curse him. He would destroy me? Me?"
It took me a second to realize she was talking about her dad. "Oh, hey, that couldnt have been Zeuss lightning bolt. No way. "
"Whose, then?" Thalia demanded.
"I dont know. Zoe said Kronoss name. Maybe he—"
Thalia shook her head, looking angry and stunned. "No. That wasnt it. "
"Wait," I said. "Wheres Zoe? Zoe!"
We both got up and ran around the blasted VW. Nothing inside. Nothing either direction down the road. I looked down the cliff. No sign of her.
"Zoe!" I shouted.
Then she was standing right next to me, pulling me by my arm. "Silence, fool! Do you want to wake Ladon?"
"You mean were here?"
"Very close," she said. "Follow me. "
Sheets of fog were drifting right across the road. Zoe stepped into one of them, and when the fog passed, she was no longer there. Thalia and I looked at each other.
"Concentrate on Zoe," Thalia advised. "We are following her. Go straight into the fog and keep that in mind. "
"Wait, Thalia. About what happened back on the pier… I mean, with the manticore and the sacrifice—"
"I dont want to talk about it. "
"You wouldnt actually have… you know?"
She hesitated. "I was just shocked. Thats all. "
"Zeus didnt send that lighting bolt at the car. It was Kronos. Hes trying to manipulate you, make you angry at your dad. "
She took a deep breath. "Percy, I know youre trying to make me feel better. Thanks. But come on. We need to go. "
She stepped into the fog, into the Mist, and I followed.
When the fog cleared, I was still on the side of the mountain, but the road was dirt. The grass was thicker. The sunset made a bloodred slash across the sea. The summit of the mountain seemed closer now, swirling with storm clouds and raw power. There was only one path to the top, directly in front of us. And it led through a lush meadow of shadows and flowers: the garden of twilight, just like Id seen in my dream.
If it hadnt been for the enormous dragon, the garden wouldve been the most beautiful place Id ever seen. The grass shimmered with silvery evening light, and the flowers were such brilliant colors they almost glowed in the dark. Stepping stones of polished black marble led around either side of a five-story-tall apple tree, every bough glittering with golden apples, and I dont mean yellow golden apples like in the grocery store. I mean real golden apples. I cant describe why they were so appealing, but as soon as I smelled their fragrance, I knew that one bite would be the most delicious thing Id ever tasted.
"The apples of immortality," Thalia said. "Heras wedding gift from Zeus. "
I wanted to step right up and pluck one, except for the dragon coiled around the tree.
Now, I dont know what you think of when I say dragon. Whatever it is, its not scary enough. The serpents body was as thick as a booster rocket, glinting with coppery scales. He had more heads than I could count, as if a hundred deadly pythons had been fused together. He appeared to be asleep. The heads lay curled in a big spaghetti-like mound on the grass, all the eyes closed.
Then the shadows in front of us began to move. There was a beautiful, eerie singing, like voices from the bottom of a well. I reached for Riptide, but Zoe stopped my hand.
Four figures shimmered into existence, four young women who looked very much like Zoe. They all wore white Greek chitons. Their skin was like caramel. Silky black hair tumbled loose around their shoulders. It was strange, but Id never realized how beautiful Zoe was until I saw her siblings, the Hesperides. They looked just like Zoe—gorgeous, and probably very dangerous.
"Sisters," Zoe said.
"We do not see any sister," one of the girls said coldly. "We see two half-bloods and a Hunter. All of whom shall soon die. "
"Youve got it wrong. " I stepped forward. "Nobody is going to die. "
The girls studied me. They had eyes like volcanic rock, glassy and completely black.
"Perseus Jackson," one of them said.
"Yes," mused another. "I do not see why he is a threat. "
"Who said I was a threat?"
The first Hesperid glanced behind her, toward the top of the mountain. "They fear thee. They are unhappy that this one has not yet killed thee. "
She pointed at Thalia.
"Tempting sometimes," Thalia admitted. "But no, thanks. Hes my friend. "
"There are no friends here, daughter of Zeus," the girl said. "Only enemies. Go back. "
"Not without Annabeth," Thalia said.
"And Artemis," Zoe said. "We must approach the mountain. "
"You know he will kill thee," the girl said. "You are no match for him. "
"Artemis must be freed," Zoe insisted. "Let us pass. "
The girl shook her head. "You have no rights here anymore. We have only to raise our voices and Ladon will wake. "
"He will not hurt me," Zoe said.
"No? And what about thy so-called friends?"
Then Zoe did the last thing I expected. She shouted, "Ladon! Wake!"
The dragon stirred, glittering like a mountain of pennies. The Hesperides yelped and scattered. The lead girl said to Zoe, "Are you mad?"
"You never had any courage, sister," Zoe said. "That is thy problem. "
The dragon Ladon was writhing now, a hundred heads whipping around, tongues flickering and tasting the air. Zoe took a step forward, her arms raised.
"Zoe, dont," Thalia said. "Youre not a Hesperid anymore. Hell kill you. "
"Ladon is trained to protect the tree," Zoe said. "Skirt around the edges of the garden. Go up the mountain. As long as I am a bigger threat, he should ignore thee. "
"Should," I said. "Not exactly reassuring. "
"It is the only way," she said. "Even the three of us together cannot fight him. "
Ladon opened his mouths. The sound of a hundred heads hissing at once sent a shiver down my back, and that was before his breath hit me. The smell was like acid. It made my eyes burn, my skin crawl, and my hair stand on end. I remembered the time a rat had died inside our apartment wall in New York in the middle of the summer. This stench was like that, except a hundred times stronger, and mixed with the smell of chewed eucalyptus. I promised myself right then that I would never ask a school nurse for another cough drop.
I wanted to draw my sword. But then I remembered my dream of Zoe and Hercules, and how Hercules had failed in a head-on assault. I decided to trust Zoes judgment.
Thalia went left. I went right. Zoe walked straight toward the monster.
"Its me, my little dragon," Zoe said. "Zoe has come back. "
Ladon shifted forward, then back. Some of the mouths closed. Some kept hissing. Dragon confusion. Meanwhile, the Hesperides shimmered and turned into shadows. The voice of the eldest whispered, "Fool. "
"I used to feed thee by hand," Zoe continued, speaking in a soothing voice as she stepped toward the golden tree. "Do you still like lambs meat?"
The dragons eyes glinted.
Thalia and I were about halfway around the garden. Ahead, I could see a single rocky trail leading up to the black peak of the mountain. The storm swirled above it, spinning on the summit like it was the axis for the whole world.
Wed almost made it out of the meadow when something went wrong. I felt the dragons mood shift. Maybe
Zoe got too close. Maybe the dragon realized he was hungry. Whatever the reason, he lunged at Zoe.
Two thousand years of training kept her alive. She dodged one set of slashing fangs and tumbled under another, weaving through the dragons heads as she ran in our direction, gagging from the monsters horrible breath.
I drew Riptide to help.
"No!" Zoe panted. "Run!"
The dragon snapped at her side, and Zoe cried o
ut. Thalia uncovered Aegis, and the dragon hissed. In his moment of indecision, Zoe sprinted past us up the mountain, and we followed.
The dragon didnt try to pursue. He hissed and stomped the ground, but I guess he was well trained to guard that tree. He wasnt going to be lured off even by the tasty prospect of eating some heroes.
We ran up the mountain as the Hesperides resumed their song in the shadows behind us. The music didnt sound so beautiful to me now—more like the sound track for a funeral.
At the top of mountain were ruins, blocks of black granite and marble as big as houses. Broken columns. Statues of bronze that looked as though theyd been half melted.
"The ruins of Mount Othrys," Thalia whispered in awe.
"Yes," Zoe said. "It was not here before. This is bad. "
"Whats Mount Othrys?" I asked, feeling like a fool as usual.
"The mountain fortress of the Titans," Zoe said. "In the first war, Olympus and Othrys were the two rival capitals of the world. Othrys was—" She winced and held her side.
"Youre hurt," I said. "Let me see. "
"No! It is nothing. I was saying… in the first war, Othrys was blasted to pieces. "
"But… how is it here?"
Thalia looked around cautiously as we picked our way through the rubble, past blocks of marble and broken archways. "It moves in the same way that Olympus moves. It always exists on the edges of civilization. But the fact that it is here, on this mountain, is not good. "
"Why?"
"This is Atlass mountain," Zoe said. "Where he holds—" She froze. Her voice was ragged with despair. "Where he used to hold up the sky. "
We had reached the summit. A few yards ahead of us, gray clouds swirled in a heavy vortex, making a funnel cloud that almost touched the mountaintop, but instead rested on the shoulders of a twelve-year-old girl with auburn hair and a tattered silvery dress: Artemis, her legs bound to the rock with celestial bronze chains. This is what I had seen in my dream. It hadnt been a cavern roof that Artemis was forced to hold. It was the roof of the world.
"My lady!" Zoe rushed forward, but Artemis said, "Stop! It is a trap. You must leave now. "
Her voice was strained. She was drenched in sweat. I had never seen a goddess in pain before, but the weight of the sky was clearly too much for Artemis.
Zoe was crying. She ran forward despite Artemiss protests, and tugged at the chains.
A booming voice spoke behind us: "Ah, how touching. "
We turned. The General was standing there in his brown silk suit. At his side were Luke and half a dozen dracaenae bearing the golden sarcophagus of Kronos. Annabeth stood at Lukes side. She had her hands cuffed behind her back, a gag in her mouth, and Luke was holding the point of his sword to her throat.
I met her eyes, trying to ask her a thousand questions. There was just one message she was sending me, though: RUN.
"Luke," Thalia snarled. "Let her go. "
Lukes smile was weak and pale. He looked even worse than he had three days ago in D. C. "That is the Generals decision, Thalia. But its good to see you again. "
