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The Titan's Curse is the third installment in the series. It was released on April 1, 2007.
Grover the satyr has gone undercover to a school in search for half-bloods, and finds two powerful siblings, Nico and Bianca di Angelo. While on this mission, they are attacked by a manticore, but are saved by the Hunters of Artemis, who arrive just in time to help. Annabeth falls off a cliff in an attempt to kill the manticore, and Percy soon learns that somehow she survived and has been captured by Luke. Bianca joins the Hunters and Nico leaves camp. Soon after arriving at camp, Percy learns that Artemis herself has been captured, too.
Percy, Grover, Thalia, Bianca, and Zoë Nightshade (Artemis' lieutenant) go on a quest to rescue them. They learn that Atlas has escaped his torment at the Mountain of Despair on California's Mount Tamalpais, and is intent on stopping the heroes from success. They defeat him, but not before losing both Hunters in the quest. At the solstice, Thalia replaces Zoë as Artemis' lieutenant. As soon as they return, Nico is told about Bianca's death. He blames Percy, accusing him of failing to protect her like he had promised. When a few undead skeletons appear, Nico thinks that Percy is now trying to kill him as well. He looks at them and they are banished to the Underworld, and runs away. Percy realizes that Hades is Nico's father. At first Percy, Annabeth, and Grover think that this goes against the promise of the Big Three, which is to never have demigod children, but then they realize that the two siblings had been in the Lotus Casino since before the pact was made. Percy now has a new enemy in Nico, son of Hades.作者: koko 時間: 2010-3-16 01:30
THE TITAN'S CURSE
Percy Jackson and the Olympians,Book 3
Rick Riordan
ONE
MY RESCUE OPERATION GOES VERY WRONG
The Friday before winter break, my mom packed me an overnight bag and a few deadly
weapons and took me to a new boarding school. We picked up my friends Annabeth and
Thalia on the way.
It was an eight-hour drive from New York to Bar Harbor, Maine. Sleet and snow pounded
the highway. Annabeth, Thalia, and I hadn't seen each other in months, but between the
blizzard and the thought of what we were about to do, we were too nervous to talk much.
Except for my mom. She talks more when she's nervous. By the time we finally got to
Westover Hall, it was getting dark, and she'd told Annabeth and Thalia every embarrassing
baby story there was to tell about me.
Thalia wiped the fog off the car window and peered outside. "Oh, yeah. This'll be fun."
Westover Hall looked like an evil knight's castle. It was all black stone, with towers and slit
windows and a big set of wooden double doors. It stood on a snowy cliff overlooking this
big frosty forest on one side and the gray churning ocean on the other.
"Are you sure you don't want me to wait?" my mother asked.
"No, thanks, Mom," I said. "I don't know how long it will take. We'll be okay."
"But how will you get back? I'm worried, Percy."
I hoped I wasn't blushing. It was bad enough I had to depend on my mom to drive me to my
battles.
"It's okay, Ms. Jackson." Annabeth smiled reassuringly. Her blond hair was tucked into a
ski cap and her gray eyes were the same color as the ocean. "We'll keep him out of trouble."
My mom seemed to relax a little. She thinks Annabeth is the most levelheaded demigod
ever to hit eighth grade. She's sure Annabeth often keeps me from getting killed. She's
right, but that doesn't mean I have to like it.
"All right, dears," my mom said. "Do you have everything you need?"
"Yes, Ms. Jackson," Thalia said. "Thanks for the ride."
"Extra sweaters? You have my cell phone number?"
"Mom-"
"Your ambrosia and nectar, Percy? And a golden drachma in case you need to contact
camp?"
"Mom, seriously! We'll be fine. Come on, guys."
She looked a little hurt, and I was sorry about that, but I was ready to be out of that car. If
my mom told one more story about how cute I looked in the bathtub when I was three years
old, I was going to burrow into the snow and freeze myself to death.
Annabeth and Thalia followed me outside. The wind blew straight through my coat like ice
daggers.
Once my mother's car was out of sight, Thalia said, "Your mom is so cool, Percy."
"She's pretty okay," I admitted. "What about you? You ever get in touch with your mom?"
As soon as I said it, I wished I hadn't. Thalia was great at giving evil looks, what with the
punk clothes she always wears-the ripped-up army jacket, black leather pants and chain
jewelry, the black eyeliner and those intense blue eyes. But the look she gave me now was
a perfect evil "ten."
"If that was any of your business, Percy-"
"We'd better get inside," Annabeth interrupted. "Grover will be waiting."
Thalia looked at the castle and shivered. "You're right. I wonder what he found here that
made him send the distress call."
I stared up at the dark towers of Westover Hall. "Nothing good," I guessed.
The oak doors groaned open, and the three of us stepped into the entry hall in a swirl of
snow.
All I could say was, "Whoa."
The place was huge. The walls were lined with battle flags and weapon displays: antique
rifles, battle axes, and a bunch of other stuff. I mean, I knew Westover was a military
school and all, but the decorations seemed like overkill. Literally.
My hand went to my pocket, where I kept my lethal ballpoint pen, Riptide. I could already
sense something wrong in this place. Something dangerous. Thalia was rubbing her silver
bracelet, her favorite magic item. I knew we were thinking the same thing. A fight was
coming.
Annabeth started to say, "I wonder where-"
The doors slammed shut behind us.
"Oo-kay," I mumbled. "Guess we'll stay awhile."
I could hear music echoing from the other end of the hall. It sounded like dance music.
We stashed our overnight bags behind a pillar and started down the hall. We hadn't gone
very far when I heard footsteps on the stone floor, and a man and woman marched out of
the shadows to intercept us.
They both had short gray hair and black military-style uniforms with red trim. The woman
had a wispy mustache, and the guy was clean-shaven, which seemed kind of backward to
me. They both walked stiffly, like they had broomsticks taped to their spines.
"Well?" the woman demanded. "What are you doing here?"
"Um…" I realized I hadn't planned for this. I'd been so focused on getting to Grover and
finding out what was wrong, I hadn't considered that someone might question three kids
sneaking into the school at night. We hadn't talked at all in the car about how we would get
inside. I said, "Ma'am, we're just-"
"Ha!" the man snapped, which made me jump. "Visitors are not allowed at the dance! You
shall be eee-jected!"
He had an accent-French, maybe. He pronounced his J like in Jacques, He was tall, with a
hawkish face. His nostrils flared when he spoke, which made it really hard not to stare up
his nose, and his eyes were two different colors-one brown, one blue-like an alley cat's.
I figured he was about to toss us into the snow, but then Thalia stepped forward and did
something very weird.
She snapped her fingers. The sound was sharp and loud. Maybe it was just my imagination,
but I felt a gust of wind ripple out from her hand, across the room. It washed over all of us,
making the banners rustle on the walls.
"Oh, but we're not visitors, sir," Thalia said. "We go to school here. You remember: I'm
Thalia. And this is Annabeth and Percy. We're in the eighth grade."
The male teacher narrowed his two-colored eyes. I didn't know what Thalia was thinking.
Now we'd probably get punished for lying and thrown into the snow. But the man seemed
to be hesitating.
He looked at his colleague. "Ms. Gottschalk, do you know these students?"
Despite the danger we were in, I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing. A teacher
named Got Chalk? He had to be kidding.
The woman blinked, like someone had just woken her up from a trance. "I… yes. I believe
I do, sir." She frowned at us. "Annabeth. Thalia. Percy. What are you doing away from the
gymnasium?"
Before we could answer, I heard more footsteps, and Grover ran up, breathless. "You made
it! You-"
He stopped short when he saw the teachers. "Oh, Mrs. Gottschalk. Dr. Thorn! I, uh-"
"What is it, Mr. Underwood?" said the man. His tone made it clear that he detested Grover.
"What do you mean, they made it? These students live here."
Grover swallowed. "Yes, sir. Of course, Dr. Thorn. I just meant, I'm so glad they made…
the punch for the dance! The punch is great. And they made it!"
Dr. Thorn glared at us. I decided one of his eyes had to be fake. The brown one? The blue
one? He looked like he wanted to pitch us off the castle's highest tower, but then Mrs.
Gottschalk said dreamily, "Yes, the punch is excellent. Now run along, all of you. You are
not to leave the gymnasium again!"
We didn't wait to be told twice. We left with a lot of "Yes, ma'ams" and "Yes, sirs" and a
couple of salutes, just because it seemed like the thing to do.
Grover hustled us down the hall in the direction of the music.
I could feel the teachers' eyes on my back, but I walked closely to Thalia and asked in a low
voice, "How did you do that finger-snap thing?"
"You mean the Mist? Hasn't Chiron shown you how to do that yet?"
An uncomfortable lump formed in my throat. Chiron was our head trainer at camp, but he'd
never shown me anything like that. Why had he shown Thalia and not me?
Grover hurried us to a door that had GYM written on the glass. Even with my dyslexia, I
could read that much.
"That was close!" Grover said. "Thank the gods you got here!"
Annabeth and Thalia both hugged Grover. I gave him a big high five.
It was good to see him after so many months. He'd gotten a little taller and had sprouted a
few more whiskers, but otherwise he looked like he always did when he passed for
human-a red cap on his curly brown hair to hide his goat horns, baggy jeans and sneakers
with fake feet to hide his furry legs and hooves. He was wearing a black T-shirt that took
me a few seconds to read. It said WESTOVER HALL: GRUNT. I wasn't sure whether that
was, like, Grover's rank or maybe just the school motto.
"So what's the emergency?" I asked.
Grover took a deep breath. "I found two."
"Two half-bloods?" Thalia asked, amazed. "Here?"
Grover nodded.
Finding one half-blood was rare enough. This year, Chiron had put the satyrs on emergency
overtime and sent them all over the country, scouring schools from fourth grade through
high school for possible recruits. These were desperate times. We were losing campers. We
needed all the new fighters we could find. The problem was, there just weren't that many
demigods out there.
"A brother and a sister," he said. "They're ten and twelve. I don't know their parentage, but
they're strong. We're running out of time, though. I need help."
"Monsters?"
One." Grover looked nervous. "He suspects. I don't think he's positive yet, but this is the
last day of term. I'm sure he won't let them leave campus without finding out. It may be our
last chance! Every time I try to get close to them, he's always there, blocking me. I don't
know what to do!"
Grover looked at Thalia desperately. I tried not to feel upset by that. Used to be, Grover
looked to me for answers, but Thalia had seniority. Not just because her dad was Zeus.
Thalia had more experience than any of us with fending off monsters in the real world.
"Right," she said. "These half-bloods are at the dance?"
Grover nodded.
"Then let's dance," Thalia said. "Who's the monster?"
"Oh," Grover said, and looked around nervously. "You just met him. The vice principal,
Dr. Thorn."
Weird thing about military schools: the kids go absolutely nuts when there's a special event
and they get to be out of uniform. I guess it's because everything's so strict the rest of the
time, they feel like they've got to overcompensate or something.
There were black and red balloons all over the gym floor, and guys were kicking them in
each others faces, or trying to strangle each other with the crepe-paper streamers taped to
the walls. Girls moved around in football huddles, the way they always do, wearing lots of
makeup and spaghetti-strap tops and brightly colored pants and shoes that looked like
torture devices. Every once in a while they'd surround some poor guy like a pack of
piranhas, shrieking and giggling, and when they finally moved on, the guy would have
ribbons in his hair and a bunch of lipstick graffiti all over his face. Some of the older guys
looked more like me-uncomfortable, hanging out at the edges of the gym and trying to
hide, like any minute they might have to fight for their lives. Of course, in my case, it was
true…
"There they are." Grover nodded toward a couple of younger kids arguing in the bleachers.
"Bianca and Nico di Angela"
The girl wore a floppy green cap, like she was trying to hide her face. The boy was
obviously her little brother. They both had dark silky hair and olive skin, and they used
their hands a lot as they talked. The boy was shuffling some kind of trading cards. His sister
seemed to be scolding him about something. She kept looking around like she sensed
something was wrong.
Annabeth said, "Do they… I mean, have you told them?"
Grover shook his head. "You know how it is. That could put them in more danger. Once
they realize who they are, their scent becomes stronger."
He looked at me, and I nodded. I'd never really understood what half-bloods "smell" like to
monsters and satyrs, but I knew that your scent could get you killed. And the more
powerful a demigod you became, the more you smelled like a monster's lunch.
"So let's grab them and get out of here," I said.
I started forward, but Thalia put her hand on my shoulder. The vice principal, Dr. Thorn,
had slipped out of a doorway near the bleachers and was standing near the di Angelo
siblings. He nodded coldly in our direction. His blue eye seemed to glow.
Judging from his expression, I guessed Thorn hadn't been fooled by Thalia's trick with the
Mist after all. He suspected who we were. He was just waiting to see why we were here.
"Don't look at the kids," Thalia ordered. "We have to wait for a chance to get them. We
need to pretend we're not interested in them. Throw him off the scent."
"How?"
"We're three powerful half-bloods. Our presence should confuse him. Mingle. Act natural.
Do some dancing. But keep an eye on those kids."
"Dancing?" Annabeth asked.
Thalia nodded. She cocked her ear to the music and made a face. "Ugh. Who chose the
Jesse McCartney?"
Grover looked hurt. "I did."
"Oh my gods, Grover. That is so lame. Can't you play, like, Green Day or something?"
"Green who?"
"Never mind. Let's dance."
"But I can't dance!"
"You can if I'm leading," Thalia said. "Come on, goat boy."
Grover yelped as Thalia grabbed his hand and led him onto the dance floor.
Annabeth smiled.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing. It's just cool to have Thalia back."
Annabeth had grown taller than me since last summer, which I found kind of disturbing.
She used to wear no jewelry except for her Camp Half-Blood bead necklace, but now she
wore little silver earrings shaped like owls-the symbol of her mother, Athena. She pulled
off her ski cap, and her long blond hair tumbled down her shoulders. It made her look older,
for some reason.
"So…" I tried to think of something to say. Act natural, Thalia had told us. When you're a
half-blood on a dangerous mission, what the heck is natural? "Um, design any good
buildings lately?"
Annabeth's eyes lit up, the way they always did when she talked about architecture. "Oh my
gods, Percy. At my new school, I get to take 3-D design as an elective, and there's this cool
computer program…"
She went on to explain how she'd designed this huge monument that she wanted to build at
Ground Zero in Manhattan. She talked about structural supports and facades and stuff, and I
tried to listen. I knew she wanted to be a super architect when she grew up-she loves math
and historical buildings and all that-but I hardly understood a word she was saying.
The truth was I was kind of disappointed to hear that she liked her new school so much. It
was the first time she'd gone to school in New York. I'd been hoping to see her more often.
It was a boarding school in Brooklyn, and she and Thalia were both attending, close enough
to Camp Half-Blood that Chiron could help if they got in any trouble. Because it was an
all-girls school, and I was going to MS-54 in Manhattan, I hardly ever saw them.
Yeah, uh, cool," I said. "So you're staying there the rest of the year, huh?"
Her face got dark. "Well, maybe, if I don't-"
"Hey!" Thalia called to us. She was slow dancing with Grover, who was tripping all over
himself, kicking Thalia in the shins, and looking like he wanted to die. At least his feet
were fake. Unlike me, he had an excuse for being clumsy.
"Dance, you guys!" Thalia ordered. "You look stupid just standing there."
I looked nervously at Annabeth, then at the groups of girls who were roaming the gym.
"Well?" Annabeth said.
"Um, who should I ask?"
She punched me in the gut. "Me, Seaweed Brain."
"Oh. Oh, right."
So we went onto the dance floor, and I looked over to see how Thalia and Grover were
doing things. I put one hand on Annabeth's hip, and she clasped my other hand like she was
about to judo throw me.
"I'm not going to bite," she told me. "Honestly, Percy. Don't you guys have dances at your
school?"
I didn't answer. The truth was we did. But I'd never, like, actually danced at one. I was
usually one of the guys playing basketball in the corner.
We shuffled around for a few minutes. I tried to concentrate on little things, like the crepepaper
streamers and the punch bowl-anything but the fact that Annabeth was taller than
me, and my hands were sweaty and probably gross, and I kept stepping on her toes.
"What were you saying earlier?" I asked. "Are you having trouble at school or something?"
She pursed her lips. "It's not that. It's my dad."
"Uh-oh." I knew Annabeth had a rocky relationship with her father. "I thought it was
getting better with you two. Is it your stepmom again?"
Annabeth sighed. "He decided to move. Just when I was getting settled in New York, he
took this stupid new job researching for a World War I book. In San Francisco!'
She said this the same way she might say Fields of Punishment or Hades's gym shorts.
"So he wants you to move out there with him?" I asked.
"To the other side of the country," she said miserably. "And half-bloods can't live in San
Francisco. He should know that."
"What? Why not?"
Annabeth rolled her eyes. Maybe she thought I was kidding. "You know. It's right there!'
"Oh," I said. I had no idea what she was talking about, but I didn't want to sound stupid.
"So… you'll go back to living at camp or what?"
"It's more serious than that, Percy. I… I probably should tell you something."
Suddenly she froze. "They're gone."
"What?"
I followed her gaze. The bleachers. The two half-blood kids, Bianca and Nico, were no
longer there. The door next to the bleachers was wide open. Dr. Thorn was nowhere in
sight.
"We have to get Thalia and Grover!" Annabeth looked around frantically. "Oh, where'd
they dance off to? Come on!"
She ran through the crowd. I was about to follow when a mob of girls got in my way. I
maneuvered around them to avoid getting the ribbon-and-lipstick treatment, and by the time
I was free, Annabeth had disappeared. I turned a full circle, looking for her or Thalia and
Grover. Instead, I saw something that chilled my blood.
About fifty feet away, lying on the gym floor, was a floppy green cap just like the one
Bianca di Angelo had been wearing. Near it were a few scattered trading cards. Then I
caught a glimpse of Dr. Thorn. He was hurrying out a door at the opposite end of the gym,
steering the di Angelo kids by the scruffs of their necks, like kittens.
I still couldn't see Annabeth, but I knew she'd be heading the other way, looking for Thalia
and Grover.
I almost ran after her, and then I thought, Wait.
I remembered what Thalia had said to me in the entry hall, looking at me all puzzled when I
asked about the finger-snap trick: Hasn't Chiron shown you how to do that yet? I thought
about the way Grover had turned to her, expecting her to save the day.
Not that I resented Thalia. She was cool. It wasn't her fault her dad was Zeus and she got all
the attention… Still, I didn't need to run after her to solve every problem. Besides, there
wasn't time. The di Angelos were in danger. They might be long gone by the time I found
my friends. I knew monsters. I could handle this myself
I took Riptide out of my pocket and ran after Dr. Thorn.
The door led into a dark hallway. I heard sounds of scuffling up ahead, then a painful grunt.
I uncapped Riptide.
The pen grew in my hands until I held a bronze Greek sword about three feet long with a
leather-bound grip. The blade glowed faintly, casting a golden light on the rows of lockers.
I jogged down the corridor, but when I got to the other end, no one was there. I opened a
door and found myself back in the main entry hall. I was completely turned around. I didn't
see Dr. Thorn anywhere, but there on the opposite side of the room were the di Angelo
kids. They stood frozen in horror, staring right at me.
I advanced slowly, lowering the tip of my sword. "It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you."
They didn't answer. Their eyes were full of fear. What was wrong with them? Where was
Dr. Thorn? Maybe he'd sensed the presence of Riptide and retreated. Monsters hated
celestial bronze weapons.
"My name's Percy," I said, trying to keep my voice level. "I'm going to take you out of
here, get you somewhere safe."
Bianca's eyes widened. Her fists clenched. Only too late did I realize what her look meant.
She wasn't afraid of me. She was trying to warn me.
I whirled around and something went WHI1ISH! Pain exploded in my shoulder. A force
like a huge hand yanked me backward and slammed me to the wall.
I slashed with my sword but there was nothing to hit.
A cold laugh echoed through the hall.
"Yes, Perseus Jackson" Dr. Thorn said. His accent mangled the J in my last name. "I know
who you are."
I tried to free my shoulder. My coat and shirt were pinned to the wall by some kind of
spike-a black dagger-like projectile about a foot long. It had grazed the skin of my
shoulder as it passed through my clothes, and the cut burned. I'd felt something like this
before. Poison.
I forced myself to concentrate. I would not pass out.
A dark silhouette now moved toward us. Dr. Thorn stepped into the dim light. He still
looked human, but his face was ghoulish. He had perfect white teeth and his brown/blue
eyes reflected the light of my sword.
"Thank you for coming out of the gym," he said. "I hate middle school dances."
I tried to swing my sword again, but he was just out of reach.
WHIIIISH! A second projectile shot from somewhere behind Dr. Thorn. He didn't appear to
move. It was as if someone invisible were standing behind him, throwing knives.
Next to me, Bianca yelped. The second thorn impaled itself in the stone wall, half an inch
from her face.
"All three of you will come with me," Dr. Thorn said. "Quietly. Obediently. If you make a
single noise, if you call out for help or try to fight, I will show you just how accurately I
can throw."作者: koko 時間: 2010-3-16 01:30
TWO
THE VICE PRINCIPAL GETS A MISSILE LAUNCHER
I didn't know what kind of monster Dr. Thorn was, but he was fast.
Maybe I could defend myself if I could get my shield activated. All that it would take was a
touch of my wrist-watch. But defending the di Angelo kids was another matter. I needed
help, and there was only one way I could think to get it.
I closed my eyes.
"What are you doing, Jackson?" hissed Dr. Thorn. "Keep moving!"
I opened my eyes and kept shuffling forward. "It's my shoulder," I lied, trying to sound
miserable, which wasn't hard. "It burns."
"Bah! My poison causes pain. It will not kill you. Walk!"
Thorn herded us outside, and I tried to concentrate. I pictured Grover's face. I focused on
my feelings of fear and danger. Last summer, Grover had created an empathy link between
us. He'd sent me visions in my dreams to let me know when he was in trouble. As far as I
knew, we were still linked, but I'd never tried to contact Grover before. I didn't even know
if it would work while Grover was awake.
Hey, Grover! I thought. Thorn's kidnapping us! He's a poisonous spike-throwing maniac!
Help!
Thorn inarched us into the woods. We took a snowy path dimly lit by old-fashioned
lamplights. My shoulder ached. The wind blowing through my ripped clothes was so cold
that I felt like a Percysicle.
"There is a clearing ahead," Thorn said. "We will summon your ride."
"What ride?" Bianca demanded. "Where are you taking us?"
"Silence, you insufferable girl!"
"Don't talk to my sister that way.'" Nico said. His voice quivered, but I was impressed that
he had the guts to say anything at all.
Dr. Thorn made a growling sound that definitely wasn't human. It made the hairs stand up
on the back of my neck, but I forced myself to keep walking and pretend I was being a
good little captive. Meanwhile, I projected my thoughts like crazy-anything to get
Grover's attention: Grover! Apples! Tin cans! Get your furry goat behind out here and
bring some heavily armed friends!
"Halt," Thorn said.
The woods had opened up. We'd reached a cliff overlooking the sea. At least, I sensed the
sea was down there, hundreds of feet below. I could hear the waves churning and I could
smell the cold salty froth. But all I could see was mist and darkness.
Dr. Thorn pushed us toward the edge. I stumbled, and Bianca caught me.
"Thanks," I murmured.
"What is he?" she whispered. "How do we fight him?"
"I… I'm working on it."
"I'm scared," Nico mumbled. He was fiddling with something-a little metal toy soldier of
some kind.
"Stop talking!" Dr. Thorn said. "Face me!"
We turned.
Thorn's two-tone eyes glittered hungrily. He pulled something from under his coat. At first
I thought it was a switchblade, but it was only a phone. He pressed the side button and said,
"The package-it is ready to deliver."
There was a garbled reply, and I realized Thorn was in walkie-talkie mode. This seemed
way too modern and creepy-a monster using a mobile phone.
I glanced behind me, wondering how far the drop was.
Dr. Thorn laughed. "By all means, Son of Poseidon. Jump!There is the sea. Save yourself."
"What did he call you?" Bianca muttered.
"I'll explain later," I said.
"You do have a plan, right?"
Grover! I thought desperately. Come to me!
Maybe I could get both the di Angelos to jump with me into the ocean. If we survived the
fall, I could use the water to protect us. I'd done things like that before. If my dad was in a
good mood, and listening, he might help. Maybe.
"I would kill you before you ever reached the water," Dr. Thorn said, as if reading my
thoughts. "You do not realize who I am, do you?"
A flicker of movement behind him, and another missile whistled so close to me that it
nicked my ear. Something had sprung up behind Dr. Thorn-like a catapult, but more
flexible… almost like a tail.
"Unfortunately," Thorn said, "you are wanted alive, if possible. Otherwise you would
already be dead."
"Who wants us?" Bianca demanded. "Because if you think you'll get a ransom, you're
wrong. We don't have any family. Nico and I…" Her voice broke a little. "We've got no
one but each other."
"Aww," Dr. Thorn said. "Do not worry, little brats. You will be meeting my employer soon
enough. Then you will have a brand-new family."
"Luke," I said. "You work for Luke."
Dr. Thorn's mouth twisted with distaste when I said the name of my old enemy-a former
friend who'd tried to kill me several times. "You have no idea what is happening, Perseus
Jackson. I will let the General enlighten you. You are going to do him a great service
tonight. He is looking forward to meeting you."
"The General?" I asked. Then I realized I'd said it with a French accent. "I mean… who's
the General?"
Thorn looked toward the horizon. "Ah, here we are. Your transportation."
I turned and saw a light in the distance, a searchlight over the sea. Then I heard the
chopping of helicopter blades getting louder and closer.
"Where are you taking us?" Nico said.
"You should be honored, my boy. You will have the opportunity to join a great army! Just
like that silly game you play with cards and dolls."
"They're not dolls! They're figurines! And you can take your great army and-"
"Now, now," Dr. Thorn warned. "You will change your mind about joining us, my boy.
And if you do not, well… there are other uses for half-bloods. We have many monstrous
mouths to feed. The Great Stirring is underway."
"The Great what?" I asked. Anything to keep him talking while I tried to figure out a plan.
"The stirring of monsters." Dr. Thorn smiled evilly. "The worst of them, the most powerful,
are now waking. Monsters that have not been seen in thousands of years. They will cause
death and destruction the likes of which mortals have never known. And soon we shall have
the most important monster of all-the one that shall bring about the downfall of
Olympus!"
"Okay," Bianca whispered to me. "He's completely nuts."
"We have to jump off the cliff," I told her quietly. "Into the sea."
"Oh, super idea. You're completely nuts, too."
I never got the chance to argue with her, because just then an invisible force slammed into
me.
Looking back on it, Annabeth's move was brilliant. Wearing her cap of invisibility, she
plowed into the di Angelos and me, knocking us to the ground. For a split second, Dr.
Thorn was taken by surprise, so his first volley of missiles zipped harmlessly over our
heads. This gave Thalia and Grover a chance to advance from behind-Thalia wielding her
magic shield, Aegis.
If you've never seen Thalia run into battle, you have never been truly frightened. She uses a
huge spear that expands from this collapsible Mace canister she carries in her pocket, but
that's not the scary part. Her shield is modeled after one her dad Zeus uses-also called
Aegis-a gift from Athena. The shield has the head of the gorgon Medusa molded into the
bronze, and even though it won't turn you to stone, it's so horrible, most people will panic
and run at the sight of it.
Even Dr. Thorn winced and growled when he saw it.
Thalia moved in with her spear. "For Zeus!"
I thought Dr. Thorn was a goner. Thalia jabbed at his head, but he snarled and swatted the
spear aside. His hand changed into an orange paw, with enormous claws that sparked
against Thalia's shield as he slashed. If it hadn't been for Aegis, Thalia would've been sliced
like a loaf of bread. As it was, she managed to roll backward and land on her feet.
The sound of the helicopter was getting louder behind me, but I didn't dare look.
Dr. Thorn launched another volley of missiles at Thalia, and this time I could see how he
did it. He had a tail-a leathery, scorpionlike tail that bristled with spikes at the tip. The
missiles deflected off Aegis, but the force of their impact knocked Thalia down.
Grover sprang forward. He put his reed pipes to his lips and began to play-a frantic jig
that sounded like something pirates would dance to. Grass broke through the snow. Within
seconds, rope-thick weeds were wrapping around Dr. Thorn's legs, entangling him.
Dr. Thorn roared and began to change. He grew larger until he was in his true form-his
face still human, but his body that of a huge lion. His leathery, spiky tail whipped deadly
thorns in all directions.
"A manticore!" Annabeth said, now visible. Her magical New York Yankees cap had come
off when she'd plowed into us.
"Who are you people?" Bianca di Angelo demanded. "And what is that?"
"A manticore?" Nico gasped. "He's got three thousand attack power and plus five to saving
throws!"
I didn't know what he was talking about, but I didn't have time to worry about it. The
manticore clawed Grover's magic weeds to shreds then turned toward us with a snarl.
"Get down!" Annabeth pushed the di Angelos flat into the snow. At the last second, I
remembered my own shield. I hit my wristwatch, and metal plating spiraled out into a thick
bronze shield. Not a moment too soon. The thorns impacted against it with such force they
dented the metal. The beautiful shield, a gift from my brother, was badly damaged. I wasn't
sure it would even stop a second volley.
I heard a thwack and a yelp, and Grover landed next to me with a thud.
"Yield!" the monster roared.
"Never!" Thalia yelled from across the field. She charged the monster, and for a second, I
thought she would run him through. But then there was a thunderous noise and a blaze of
light from behind us. The helicopter appeared out of the mist, hovering just beyond the
cliffs. It was a sleek black military-style gunship, with attachments on the sides that looked
like laser-guided rockets. The helicopter had to be manned by mortals, but what was it
doing here? How could mortals be working with a monster? The searchlights blinded
Thalia, and the manticore swatted her away with its tail. Her shield flew off into the snow.
Her spear flew in the other direction.
"No!" I ran out to help her. I parried away a spike just before it would've hit her chest. I
raised my shield over us, but I knew it wouldn't be enough.
Dr. Thorn laughed. "Now do you see how hopeless it is? Yield, little heroes."
We were trapped between a monster and a fully armed helicopter. We had no chance.
Then I heard a clear, piercing sound: the call of a hunting horn blowing in the woods.
The manticore froze. For a moment, no one moved. There was only the swirl of snow and
wind and the chopping of the helicopter blades.
"No," Dr. Thorn said. "It cannot be-"
His sentence was cut short when something shot past me like a streak of moonlight. A
glowing silver arrow sprouted from Dr. Thorn's shoulder.
He staggered backward, wailing in agony.
"Curse you!" Thorn cried. He unleashed his spikes, dozens of them at once, into the woods
where the arrow had come from, but just as fast, silvery arrows shot back in reply. It almost
looked like the arrows had intercepted the thorns in midair and sliced them in two, but my
eyes must've been playing tricks on me. No one, not even Apollo's kids at camp, could
shoot with that much accuracy.
The manticore pulled the arrow out of his shoulder with a howl of pain. His breathing was
heavy. I tried to swipe at him with my sword, but he wasn't as injured as he looked. He
dodged my attack and slammed his tail into my shield, knocking me aside.
Then the archers came from the woods. They were girls, about a dozen of them. The
youngest was maybe ten. The oldest, about fourteen, like me. They wore silvery ski parkas
and jeans, and they were all armed with bows. They advanced on the manticore with
determined expressions.
"The Hunters!" Annabeth cried.
Next to me, Thalia muttered, "Oh, wonderful."
I didn't have a chance to ask what she meant.
One of the older archers stepped forward with her bow drawn. She was tall and graceful
with coppery colored skin. Unlike the other girls, she had a silver circlet braided into the
top of her long dark hair, so she looked like some kind of Persian princess. "Permission to
kill, my lady?"
I couldn't tell who she was talking to, because she kept her eyes on the manticore.
The monster wailed. "This is not fair! Direct interference! It is against the Ancient Laws."
"Not so," another girl said. This one was a little younger than me, maybe twelve or thirteen.
She had auburn hair gathered back in a ponytail and strange eyes, silvery yellow like the
moon. Her face was so beautiful it made me catch my breath, but her expression was stern
and dangerous. "The hunting of all wild beasts is within my sphere. And you, foul creature,
are a wild beast." She looked at the older girl with the circlet. "Zoe, permission granted."
The manticore growled. "If I cannot have these alive, I shall have them dead!"
He lunged at Thalia and me, knowing we were weak and dazed.
"No.'" Annabeth yelled, and she charged at the monster.
"Get back, half-blood!" the girl with the circlet said. "Get out of the line of fire!"
But Annabeth leaped onto the monster's back and drove her knife into his mane. The
manticore howled, turning in circles with his tail flailing as Annabeth hung on for dear life.
"Fire!" Zoe ordered.
"No!" I screamed.
But the Hunters let their arrows fly. The first caught the manticore in the neck. Another hit
his chest. The manticore staggered backward, wailing, "This is not the end, Huntress! You
shall pay!"
And before anyone could react, the monster, with Annabeth still on his back, leaped over
the cliff and tumbled into the darkness.
"Annabeth!" I yelled.
I started to run after her, but our enemies weren't done with us. There was a snap-snap-snap
from the helicopter-the sound of gunfire.
Most of the Hunters scattered as tiny holes appeared in the snow at their feet, but the girl
with auburn hair just looked up calmly at the helicopter.
"Mortals," she announced, "are not allowed to witness my hunt."
She thrust out her hand, and the helicopter exploded into dust-no, not dust. The black
metal dissolved into a flock of birds-ravens, which scattered into the night.
The Hunters advanced on us.
The one called Zoe stopped short when she saw Thalia. "You," she said with distaste.
"Zoe Nightshade." Thalia's voice trembled with anger. "Perfect timing, as usual."
Zoe scanned the rest of us. "Four half-bloods and a satyr, my lady."
"Yes," the younger girl said. "Some of Chiron's campers, I see."
"Annabeth!" I yelled. "You have to let us save her!"
The auburn-haired girl turned toward me. "I'm sorry, Percy Jackson, but your friend is
beyond help."
I tried to struggle to my feet, but a couple of the girls held me down.
"You are in no condition to be hurling yourself off cliffs," the auburn-haired girl said.
"Let me go!" I demanded. "Who do you think you are?"
Zoe stepped forward as if to smack me.
"No," the other girl ordered. "I sense no disrespect, Zoe. He is simply distraught. He does
not understand."
The young girl looked at me, her eyes colder and brighter than the winter moon. "I am
Artemis," she said. "Goddess of the Hunt."作者: koko 時間: 2010-3-16 01:31
THREE
BIANCA DI ANCELO MAKES A CHOICE
After seeing Dr. Thorn turn into a monster and plummet off the edge of a cliff with
Annabeth, you'd think nothing else could shock me. But when this twelve-year-old girl told
me she was the goddess Artemis, I said something real intelligent like, "Um… okay."
That was nothing compared to Grover. He gasped, then knelt hastily in the snow and started
yammering, "Thank you, Lady Artemis! You're so… you're so… Wow!"
"Get up, goat boy!" Thalia snapped. "We have other things to worry about. Annabeth is
gone!"
"Whoa," Bianca di Angelo said. "Hold up. Time out."
Everybody looked at her. She pointed her finger at all of us in turn, like she was trying to
connect the dots. "Who… who are you people?"
Artemis's expression softened."It might be a better question, my dear girl, to ask who are
you!Who are your parents?"
Bianca glanced nervously at her brother, who was still staring in awe at Artemis.
Our parents are dead," Bianca said. "We're orphans. There's a bank trust that pays for our
school, but…"
She faltered. I guess she could tell from our faces that we didn't believe her.
"What?" she demanded. "I'm telling the truth."
"You are a half-blood," Zoe Nightshade said. Her accent was hard to place. It sounded old-
fashioned, like she was reading from a really old book. "One of thy parents was mortal. The
other was an Olympian."
"An Olympian… athlete?"
"No," Zoe said. "One of the gods."
"Cool!" said Nico.
"No!" Bianca's voice quavered. "This is not cool!"
Nico danced around like he needed to use the restroom. "Does Zeus really have lightning
bolts that do six hundred damage? Does he get extra movement points for-"
"Nico, shut up!" Bianca put her hands to her face. "This is not your stupid Mythomagic
game, okay? There are no gods!"
As anxious as I felt about Annabeth-all I wanted to do was search for her-I couldn't help
feeling sorry for the di Angelos. I remembered what it was like for me when I first learned I
was a demigod.
Thalia must've been feeling something similar, because the anger in her eyes subsided a
little bit. "Bianca, I know it's hard to believe. But the gods are still around. Trust me.
They're immortal. And whenever they have kids with regular humans, kids like us, well…
Our lives are dangerous."
"Dangerous," Bianca said, "like the girl who fell."
Thalia turned away. Even Artemis looked pained.
"Do not despair for Annabeth," the goddess said. "She was a brave maiden. If she can be
found, I shall find her."
"Then why won't you let us go look for her?" I asked.
"She is gone. Can't you sense it, Son of Poseidon? Some magic is at work. I do not know
exactly how or why, but your friend has vanished."
I still wanted to jump off the cliff and search for her, but I had a feeling that Artemis was
right. Annabeth was gone. If she'd been down there in the sea, I thought, I'd be able to feel
her presence.
"Oo!" Nico raised his hand. "What about Dr. Thorn? That was awesome how you shot him
with arrows! Is he dead?"
"He was a manticore," Artemis said. "Hopefully he is destroyed for now, but monsters
never truly die. They re-form over and over again, and they must be hunted whenever they
reappear."
"Or they'll hunt us," Thalia said.
Bianca di Angelo shivered. "That explains… Nico, you remember last summer, those guys
who tried to attack us in the alley in DC?"
"And that bus driver," Nico said. "The one with the ram's horns. I told you that was real."
"That's why Grover has been watching you," I said. "To keep you safe, if you turned out to
be half-bloods."
"Grover?" Bianca stared at him. "You're a demigod?"
"Well, a satyr, actually." He kicked off his shoes and displayed his goat hooves. I thought
Bianca was going to faint right there.
"Grover, put your shoes back on," Thalia said. "You're freaking her out."
"Hey, my hooves are clean!"
"Bianca," I said, "we came here to help you. You and Nico need training to survive. Dr.
Thorn won't be the last monster you meet. You need to come to camp."
"Camp?" she asked.
"Camp Half-Blood," I said. "It's where half-bloods learn to survive and stuff. You can join
us, stay there year-round if you like."
"Sweet, let's go!" said Nico.
"Wait," Bianca shook her head. "I don't-"
"There is another option," Zoe said.
"No, there isn't!" Thalia said.
Thalia and Zoe glared at each other. I didn't know what they were talking about, but I could
tell there was bad history between them. For some reason, they seriously hated each other.
"We've burdened these children enough," Artemis announced. "Zoe, we will rest here for a
few hours. Raise the tents. Treat the wounded. Retrieve our guests' belongings from the
school."
"Yes, my lady."
"And, Bianca, come with me. I would like to speak with you."
"What about me?" Nico asked.
Artemis considered the boy. "Perhaps you can show Grover how to play that card game you
enjoy. I'm sure Grover would be happy to entertain you for a while… as a favor to me?"
Grover just about tripped over himself getting up. "You bet! Come on, Nico!"
Nico and Grover walked off toward the woods, talking about hit points and armor ratings
and a bunch of other geeky stuff. Artemis led a confused-looking Bianca along the cliff.
The Hunters began unpacking their knapsacks and making camp.
Zoe gave Thalia one more evil look, then left to oversee things.
As soon as she was gone, Thalia stamped her foot in frustration. "The nerve of those
Hunters! They think they're so… Argh!"
"I'm with you," I said. "I don't trust-"
"Oh, you're with me?" Thalia turned on me furiously. "What were you thinking back there
in the gym, Percy? You'd take on Dr. Thorn all by yourself? You knew he was a monster!"
"If we'd stuck together, we could've taken him without the Hunters getting involved.
Annabeth might still be here. Did you think of that?"
My jaw clenched. I thought of some harsh things to say, and I might've said them too, but
then I looked down and saw something navy blue lying in the snow at my feet. Annabeth's
New York Yankees baseball cap.
Thalia didn't say another word. She wiped a tear from her cheek, turned, and marched off,
leaving me alone with a trampled cap in the snow.
The Hunters set up their camping site in a matter of minutes. Seven large tents, all of silver
silk, curved in a crescent around one side of a bonfire. One of the girls blew a silver dog
whistle, and a dozen white wolves appeared out of the woods. They began circling the
camp like guard dogs. The Hunters walked among them and fed them treats, completely
unafraid, but I decided I would stick close to the tents. Falcons watched us from the trees,
their eyes flashing in the firelight, and I got the feeling they were on guard duty, too. Even
the weather seemed to bend to the goddess's will. The air was still cold, but the wind died
down and the snow stopped falling, so it was almost pleasant sitting by the fire.
Almost… except for the pain in my shoulder and the guilt weighing me down. I couldn't
believe Annabeth was gone. And as angry as I was at Thalia, I had a sinking feeling that
she was right. It was my fault.
What had Annabeth wanted to tell me in the gym? Something serious, she'd said. Now I
might never find out. I thought about how we'd danced together for half a song, and my
heart felt even heavier.
I watched Thalia pacing in the snow at the edge of camp, walking among the wolves
without fear. She stopped and looked back at Westover Hall, which was now completely
dark, looming on the hillside beyond the woods. I wondered what she was thinking.
Seven years ago, Thalia had been turned into a pine tree by her father, to prevent her from
dying. She'd stood her ground against an army of monsters on top of Half-Blood Hill in
order to give her friends Luke and Annabeth time to escape. She'd only been back as a
human for a few months now, and once in a while she would stand so motionless you'd
think she was still a tree.
Finally, one of the Hunters brought me my backpack. Grover and Nico came back from
their walk, and Grover helped me fix up my wounded arm.
"It's green!" Nico said with delight.
"Hold still," Grover told me. "Here, eat some ambrosia while I clean that out."
I winced as he dressed the wound, but the ambrosia square helped. It tasted like homemade
brownie, dissolving in my mouth and sending a warm feeling through my whole body.
Between that and the magic salve Grover used, my shoulder felt better within a couple of
minutes.
Nico rummaged through his own bag, which the Hunters had apparently packed for him,
though how they'd snuck into Westover Hall unseen, I didn't know. Nico laid out a bunch
of figurines in the snow-little battle replicas of Greek gods and heroes. I recognized Zeus
with a lightning bolt, Ares with a spear, Apollo with his sun chariot.
"Big collection," I said.
Nico grinned. "I've got almost all of them, plus their holographic cards! Well, except for a
few really rare ones."
"You've been playing this game a long time?"
"Just this year. Before that…" He knit his eyebrows.
"What?" I asked.
"I forget. That's weird."
He looked unsettled, but it didn't last long. "Hey, can I see that sword you were using?"
I showed him Riptide, and explained how it turned from a pen into a sword just by
uncapping it.
"Cool! Does it ever run out of ink?"
"Um, well, I don't actually write with it."
"Are you really the son of Poseidon?"
"Well, yeah."
"Can you surf really well, then?"
I looked at Grover, who was trying hard not to laugh.
"Jeez, Nico," I said. "I've never really tried."
He went on asking questions. Did I fight a lot with Thalia, since she was a daughter of
Zeus? (I didn't answer that one.) If Annabeth's mother was Athena, the goddess of wisdom,
then why didn't Annabeth know better than to fall off a cliff? (I tried not to strangle Nico
for asking that one.) Was Annabeth my girlfriend? (At this point, I was ready to stick the
kid in a meat-flavored sack and throw him to the wolves.)
I figured any second he was going to ask me how many hit points I had, and I'd lose my
cool completely, but then Zoe Nightshade came up to us.
"Percy Jackson."
She had dark brown eyes and a slightly upturned nose. With her silver circlet and her proud
expression, she looked so much like royalty that I had to resist the urge to sit up straight
and say "Yes, ma'am." She studied me distastefully, like I was a bag of dirty laundry she'd
been sent to fetch.
"Come with me," she said. "Lady Artemis wishes to speak with thee."
Zoe led me to the last tent, which looked no different from the others, and waved me inside.
Bianca di Angelo was seated next to the auburn-haired girl, who I still had trouble thinking
of as Artemis.
The inside of the tent was warm and comfortable. Silk rugs and pillows covered the floor.
In the center, a golden brazier of fire seemed to burn without fuel or smoke. Behind the
goddess, on a polished oak display stand, was her huge silver bow, carved to resemble
gazelle horns. The walls were hung with animal pelts: black bear, tiger, and several others I
didn't recognize. I figured an animal rights activist would've had a heart attack looking at
all those rare skins, but maybe since Artemis was the goddess of the hunt, she could
replenish whatever she shot. I thought she had another animal pelt lying next to her, and
then I realized it was a live animal-a deer with glittering fur and silver horns, its head
resting contentedly in Artemis's lap.
"Join us, Percy Jackson," the goddess said.
I sat across from her on the tent floor. The goddess studied me, which made me
uncomfortable. She had such old eyes for a young girl.
"Are you surprised by my age?" she asked.
"Uh… a little."
"I could appear as a grown woman, or a blazing fire, or anything else I want, but this is
what I prefer. This is the average age of my Hunters, and all young maidens for whom I am
patron, before they go astray."
"Go astray?" I asked.
"Grow up. Become smitten with boys. Become silly, preoccupied, insecure. Forget
themselves."
"Oh."
Zoe sat down at Artemis's right. She glared at me as if all the stuff Artemis had just said
was my fault, like I'd invented the idea of being a guy.
"You must forgive my Hunters if they do not welcome you," Artemis said. "It is very rare
that we would have boys in this camp. Boys are usually forbidden to have any contact with
the Hunters. The last one to see this camp…" She looked at Zoe. "Which one was it?"
"That boy in Colorado," Zoe said. "You turned him into a jackalope."
"Ah, yes." Artemis nodded, satisfied. "I enjoy making jackalopes. At any rate, Percy, I've
asked you here so that you might tell me more of the manticore. Bianca has reported some
of the… mmm, disturbing things the monster said. But she may not have understood them.
I'd like to hear them from you."
And so I told her.
When I was done, Artemis put her hand thoughtfully on her silver bow. "I feared this was
the answer."
Zoe sat forward. "The scent, my lady?"
"Yes."
"What scent?" I asked.
"Things are stirring that I have not hunted in millennia," Artemis murmured. "Prey so old I
have nearly forgotten."
She stared at me intently. "We came here tonight sensing the manticore, but he was not the
one I seek. Tell me again, exactly what Dr. Thorn said."
"Um, 'I hate middle school dances.'"
"No, no. After that."
"He said somebody called the General was going to explain things to me."
Zoe's face paled. She turned to Artemis and started to say something, but Artemis raised her
hand.
"Go on, Percy," the goddess said.
"Well, then Thorn was talking about the Great Stir Pot-"
"Stirring," Bianca corrected.
"Yeah. And he said, 'Soon we shall have the most important monster of all-the one that
shall bring about the downfall of Olympus.'"
The goddess was so still she could've been a statue.
"Maybe he was lying," I said.
Artemis shook her head. "No. He was not. I've been too slow to see the signs. I must hunt
this monster."
Zoe looked like she was trying very hard not to be afraid, but she nodded. "We will leave
right away, my lady."
"No, Zoe. I must do this alone."
"But, Artemis-"
"This task is too dangerous even for the Hunters. You know where I must start my search.
You cannot go there with me."
"As… as you wish, my lady."
I will find this creature," Artemis vowed. "And I shall bring it back to Olympus by winter
solstice. It will be all the proof I need to convince the Council of the Gods of how much
danger we are in."
"You know what the monster is?" I asked.
Artemis gripped her bow. "Let us pray I am wrong."
"Can goddesses pray?" I asked, because I'd never really thought about that.
A flicker of a smile played across Artemis's lips. "Before I go, Percy Jackson, I have a
small task for you."
"Does it involve getting turned into a jackalope?"
"Sadly, no. I want you to escort the Hunters back to Camp Half-Blood. They can stay there
in safety until I return."
"What?" Zoe' blurted out. "But, Artemis, we hate that place. The last time we stayed
there-"
"Yes, I know," Artemis said. "But I'm sure Dionysus will not hold a grudge just because of
a little, ah, misunderstanding. It's your right to use Cabin Eight whenever you are in need.
Besides, I hear they rebuilt the cabins you burned down."
Zoe muttered something about foolish campers.
"And now there is one last decision to make." Artemis turned to Bianca. "Have you made
up your mind, my girl?"
Bianca hesitated. "I'm still thinking about it."
"Wait," I said. "Thinking about what?"
"They… they've invited me to join the Hunt."
"What? But you can't! You have to come to Camp Half-Blood so Chiron can train you. It's
the only way you can learn to survive."
"It is not the only way for a girl," Zoe said.
I couldn't believe I was hearing this. "Bianca, camp is cool! It's got a pegasus stable and a
sword-fighting arena and… I mean, what do you get by joining the Hunters?"
"To begin with," Zoe said, "immortality."
I stared at her, then at Artemis. "She's kidding, right?"
"Zoe rarely kids about anything," Artemis said. "My Hunters follow me on my adventures.
They are my maidservants, my companions, my sisters-in-arms. Once they swear loyalty to
me, they are indeed immortal… unless they fall in battle, which is unlikely. Or break their
oath."
"What oath?" I said.
"To foreswear romantic love forever," Artemis said. "To never grow up, never get married.
To be a maiden eternally."
"Like you?"
The goddess nodded.
I tried to imagine what she was saying. Being immortal. Hanging out with only middle-
school girls forever. I couldn't get my mind around it. "So you just go around the country
recruiting half-bloods-"
"Not just half-bloods," Zoe interrupted. "Lady Artemis does not discriminate by birth. All
who honor the goddess may join. Half-bloods, nymphs, mortals-"
"Which are you, then?"
Anger flashed in Zoe's eyes. "That is not thy concern, boy. The point is Bianca may join if
she wishes. It is her choice."
"Bianca, this is crazy," I said. "What about your brother? Nico can't be a Hunter."
"Certainly not," Artemis agreed. "He will go to camp. Unfortunately, that's the best boys
can do."
"Hey!" I protested.
"You can see him from time to time," Artemis assured Bianca. "But you will be free of
responsibility. He will have the camp counselors to take care of him. And you will have a
new family. Us."
"A new family," Bianca repeated dreamily. "Free of responsibility."
"Bianca, you can't do this," I said. "It's nuts."
She looked at Zoe. "Is it worth it?"
Zoe nodded. "It is."
"What do I have to do?"
"Say this," Zoe told her, " 'I pledge myself to the goddess Artemis.'"
"I… I pledge myself to the goddess Artemis."
"'I turn my back on the company of men, accept eternal maidenhood, and join the Hunt.'"
Bianca repeated the lines. "That's it?"
Zoe nodded. "If Lady Artemis accepts thy pledge, then it is binding."
"I accept it," Artemis said.
The flames in the brazier brightened, casting a silver glow over the room. Bianca looked no
different, but she took a deep breath and opened her eyes wide. "I feel… stronger."
"Welcome, sister," Zoe said.
"Remember your pledge," Artemis said. "It is now your life."
I couldn't speak. I felt like a trespasser. And a complete failure. I couldn't believe I'd come
all this way and suffered so much only to lose Bianca to some eternal girls' club.
"Do not despair, Percy Jackson," Artemis said. "You will still get to show the di Angelos
your camp. And if Nico so chooses, he can stay there."
"Great," I said, trying not to sound surly. "How are we supposed to get there?"
Artemis closed her eyes. "Dawn is approaching. Zoe, break camp. You must get to Long
Island quickly and safely. I shall summon a ride from my brother."
Zoe didn't look real happy about this idea, but she nodded and told Bianca to follow her. As
she was leaving, Bianca paused in front of me. "I'm sorry, Percy. But I want this. I really,
really do."
Then she was gone, and I was left alone with the twelve-year-old goddess.
"So," I said glumly. "We're going to get a ride from your brother, huh?"
Artemis's silver eyes gleamed. "Yes, boy. You see, Bianca di Angelo is not the only one
with an annoying brother. It's time for you to meet my irresponsible twin, Apollo."作者: koko 時間: 2010-3-16 01:31
