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She'd spent all morning doing catch-up work for school. Skipping classes on a regular basis to save the world from monsters and rogue Greek gods was seriously messing up her GPA. Then she'd turned down a movie with her boyfriend, Percy, and some of their friends so she could try out for a summer internship at a local architecture firm. Unfortunately, her brain had been mush. She was pretty sure she'd flubbed the interview. Finally, around four in the afternoon, she'd trudged through Washington Square Park on her way to the subway station and stepped in a fresh pile of cow manure.
But, looking at the swirling layers of magic, she was afraid to move. She'd spent her whole life learning about the Mist — the magical boundary that separated the mortal world from the world of Greek monsters and gods. But she'd never thought of the Mist as an actual curtain. Annabeth wondered if the Mist and the Duat were related, or maybe even the same thing. The number of veils she could see was overwhelming — like a tapestry folded in on itself a hundred times.
Sadie offered her hand. Her eyes were full of sympathy. You're still the same tough-skinned, rucksack-wielding demigod you've always been. And now you have a lovely dagger as well. Annabeth felt the blood rise to her face.
Normally she would've been the one giving the pep talk. A chain-link fence ringed the building, but they squeezed through a gap and picked their way across a field of spear grass and broken concrete.
The enchanted goop on Annabeth's eyes seemed to be wearing off. The world no longer looked so multilayered and kaleidoscopic, but that was fine with her. She didn't need special vision to know the tower was full of bad magic.
Up close, the red glow in the windows was even more radiant. The plywood rattled. The brick walls groaned. Hieroglyphic birds and stick figures formed in the air and floated inside. Even the graffiti seemed to vibrate on the walls, as if the symbols were trying to come alive.
Whatever was inside the building, its power tugged at Annabeth too, the same way Crabby had on the train. She gripped her new bronze dagger, realizing it was too small and too short to provide much offensive power.
But that's why Annabeth liked daggers: A child of Athena should never rely on a blade if she could use her wits instead. Intelligence won wars, not brute force. Sadie grunted. Tell me, how often do monsters give you the luxury of Googling them before they attack?
Carter — he would love to spend hours in the library, reading up on every hostile demon we might face, highlighting the important bits and making flash cards for me to study. Sadly, when demons attack, they don't give us any warning, and they rarely bother to identify themselves. When necessary, blast enemies into teeny-tiny bits. A set of steps led to a basement entrance.
A single two-by-four was nailed across the doorway in a half-hearted attempt to keep out trespassers, but the door itself was slightly ajar. Annabeth was about to suggest scouting the perimeter.
She didn't trust such an easy way in, but Sadie didn't wait. The young magician trotted down the steps and slipped inside. The whole interior of the building was a cavernous shell, thirty stories tall, swirling with a maelstrom of bricks, pipes, boards and other debris, along with glowing Greek symbols, hieroglyphs and red neon tufts of energy.
The scene was both terrifying and beautiful — as if a tornado had been caught, illuminated from within and put on permanent display.
Because they'd entered on the basement level, Sadie and Annabeth were protected in a shallow stairwell — a kind of trench in the concrete. If they'd walked into the storm on ground level, they would've been ripped to shreds.
As Annabeth watched, a twisted steel girder flew overhead at race-car speed. Dozens of bricks sped by like a school of fish. A fiery red hieroglyph slammed into a flying sheet of plywood, and the wood ignited like tissue paper.
She pointed to the top of the building, where part of the thirtieth floor was still intact — a crumbling ledge jutting out into the void.
It was hard to see through the swirling rubble and red haze, but Annabeth could discern a bulky humanoid shape standing at the precipice, his arms spread as if welcoming the storm. Annabeth flinched as a helix of copper pipes spun a few inches over her head. She stared into the debris and began noticing patterns like she had with the Duat: And, believe me, that was not my favorite holiday spot.
Annabeth glanced over. She wondered if Chaos meant the same thing for Egyptians as it did for Greeks. Annabeth had had her own close call with Chaos, and if Sadie had been there, too … well, the magician must be even tougher than she seemed.
And there? Bits of material are coming together, forming some kind of structure inside the building. Annabeth wasn't sure how to explain it, but she'd studied architecture and engineering long enough to recognize the details.
Copper piping was reconnecting like arteries and veins in a circulatory system. Sections of old walls were piecing themselves together to form a new jigsaw puzzle. Every so often, more bricks or girders peeled off the outer walls to join the tornado. Annabeth wondered why an Egyptian magician would hate pyramids, but she shook her head.
There's only one way to know for sure. The man on the ledge hadn't moved, but Annabeth could swear he'd grown larger. Red light swirled around him. Right on cue, a three-part howl cut through the din. At the opposite end of the building, a set of metal doors burst open and the crab monster loped inside. Unfortunately, the beast now had all three heads — wolf, lion and dog. Its long spiral shell glowed with Greek and hieroglyphic inscriptions.
Completely ignoring the flying debris, the monster clambered inside on its six forelegs, then leaped into the air. The storm carried it upward, spiraling through the chaos. Annabeth's spine tingled.
She'd been encased in a protective bubble like this once before, when she, Percy and Grover had used magic pearls to escape the Underworld. The experience had been … claustrophobic. Immediately, their shield was put to the test. A flying kitchen counter would have decapitated them, but it shattered against Sadie's force field. Chunks of marble swirled harmlessly around them. Sadie rolled her eyes. I'll fly up there and stop the staff monster.
You try to distract that god … whoever he is. Get his attention. Sadie fished something out of her pack — a small animal figurine. She curled her fingers round it, then began to change form.
Annabeth had seen people turn into animals before, but it never got easier to watch. Sadie shrank to a tenth of her size. Her nose elongated into a beak. Her hair and clothes and backpack melted into a sleek coat of feathers.
She became a small bird of prey — a kite, maybe — her blue eyes now brilliant gold. With the little figurine still clutched in her talons, Sadie spread her wings and launched herself into the storm. Annabeth winced as a cluster of bricks ploughed into her friend — but somehow the debris went straight through without turning Sadie into feather puree.
Sadie's form just shimmered as if she were travelling under a deep layer of water.
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The idea made Annabeth's mind heat up with possibilities. If a demigod could learn to pass through walls like that, run straight through monsters …. But that was a conversation for another time. Right now she needed to move. She charged up the steps and into the maelstrom. Metal bars and copper pipes clanged against her force field.
The golden sphere flashed a little more dimly each time it deflected debris. She raised Sadie's staff in one hand and her new dagger in the other. In the magical torrent, the Celestial bronze blade guttered like a dying torch. The shell of the building started to groan.
Mortar trickled from the walls and swirled into the mix like candy-floss tufts. Sadie the hawk was still alive, flying towards the three-headed monster as it spiraled upward. The beast was about halfway to the top now, flailing its legs and glowing ever more brightly, as if soaking up the power of the tornado.
She reached into her memory, sifting through old myths, the most obscure tales Chiron had ever told her at camp.
When she was younger, she'd been like a sponge, soaking up every fact and name. One of the first lessons she'd learned as a demigod: Names have power. You never said the name of a god or monster unless you were prepared to draw its attention. The storm slowed. Huge sections of pipe hovered in midair. Clouds of bricks and timber froze and hung suspended. Becalmed in the middle of the tornado, the three-headed monster tried to stand.
Sadie swooped overhead, opened her talons and dropped her figurine, which instantly grew into a full-sized camel. The shaggy dromedary slammed into the monster's back. Both creatures tumbled out of the air and crashed to the floor in a tangle of limbs and heads.
The staff monster continued to struggle, but the camel lay on top of it with its legs splayed, bleating and spitting and basically going limp like a thousand-pound toddler throwing a tantrum. She didn't like taking credit for other people's camels, but she wanted to keep the god focused on her so Sadie could do … whatever Sadie decided to do.
The young magician clearly had some good tricks up her sleeve. The god Serapis leaped from his ledge. He plummeted thirty stories and landed on his feet in the middle of the ground floor, an easy dagger throw away from Annabeth. Serapis stood fifteen feet tall. He wore only a pair of swimming trunks in a Hawaiian floral pattern. His body rippled with muscles.
His bronze skin was covered in shimmering tattoos of hieroglyphs, Greek letters and other languages Annabeth didn't recognize. His face was framed with long, nappy hair like Rastafarian dreadlocks.
A curly Greek beard grew down to his collarbone. His eyes were sea green — so much like Percy's that Annabeth got goose bumps. Normally she didn't like hairy bearded dudes, but she had to admit this god was attractive in an older, wild-surfer kind of way.
His headgear, however, ruined the look. What Annabeth had taken for a stovepipe hat was actually a cylindrical wicker basket embroidered with images of pansies. Serapis raised his bushy brown eyebrows. He patted his head as if he'd forgotten about the basket. A few wheat seeds spilled from the top.
It's one of my holy symbols! The grain basket represents the Underworld, which I control. But who are you to criticize my fashion choices? A Greek demigod, by the smell of you, carrying a Celestial bronze weapon and an Egyptian staff from the House of Life. Which are you — hero or magician? Annabeth's hands trembled. Flowerpot hat or no, Serapis radiated power.
Standing so near him, Annabeth felt watery inside, as if her heart, her stomach and her courage were all melting. But Serapis was different. His presence felt fundamentally wrong — as if simply by being here he was pulling Annabeth's world inside out. Twenty feet behind the god, Sadie the bird landed and changed back to human form. She gestured to Annabeth: She began rooting quietly through her bag. Annabeth had no idea what her friend was planning, but she forced herself to meet Serapis's eyes.
Now, explain why you're here! Serapis's face darkened. Then, to Annabeth's surprise, he threw back his head and laughed, spilling more grain from his modius.
Trying to impress me, eh? You think yourself worthy of being my high priestess? Annabeth gulped.
There was only one answer to a question like that. Why, I was once the magna mater of Athena's cult! But are you worthy of my service?
He flicked his hand. A bathtub flew out of the air, straight at Annabeth's force field. The porcelain burst into shrapnel against the golden sphere, but Sadie's staff became so hot that Annabeth had to drop it. The white wood burned to ashes. Her protective shield was gone. She faced a fifteen-foot-tall god with only her usual weapons — a tiny dagger and a lot of attitude.
To Annabeth's left, the three-headed monster was still struggling to get out from under the camel, but the camel was heavy, stubborn and fabulously uncoordinated. Every time the monster tried to push it off, the camel farted with gusto and splayed its legs even further.
Meanwhile, Sadie had taken a piece of chalk from her bag. She scribbled furiously on the concrete floor behind Serapis, perhaps writing a nice epitaph to commemorate their imminent death. Annabeth stood straight and laughed in Serapis's face. I don't even need a staff to defend myself. My powers are too great! Or perhaps you want to stop wasting my time and tell me how I may serve you, assuming I agree to become your new high priestess. Annabeth was sure he would drop the entire whirlwind of debris on her, and there was no way she'd be able to stop it.
She considered throwing her dagger at the god's eye, the way her friend Rachel had once distracted the Titan Kronos, but Annabeth didn't trust her aim. Finally Serapis gave her a twisted smile. I'll grant you that. And you did make haste to find me. Perhaps you can serve. You will be the first of many to give me your power, your life, your very soul! He gestured towards the camel. A red hieroglyph burned on the creature's hide, and, with one final fart, the poor dromedary dissolved into a pile of sand.
We should do things properly! Annabeth lunged for the monster. It was much too heavy for her to pick up, but she stuck her dagger in her belt and used both hands to grab the end of the creature's conical shell, dragging it backwards, away from the god. Meanwhile, Sadie had drawn a big circle about the size of a hula-hoop on the concrete. She was now decorating it with hieroglyphs, using several different colors of chalk. By all means , Annabeth thought with frustration. Take your time and make it pretty!
She managed to smile at Serapis while holding back the staff monster that was still trying to claw its way forward. The staff monster howled in protest, probably because it could see Sadie hiding behind the god, doing her top-secret pavement art.
Serapis didn't seem to notice. Red sparks blazed through the frozen whirlwind. A web of light connected the dots until Annabeth saw the glowing outline of the structure Serapis was building: At the zenith blazed a fire as bright as a Cyclops's forge.
His wicker-basket hat kept tilting to one side or the other, spilling grain. Somehow he still failed to notice Sadie squatting behind him, scribbling pretty pictures with her chalk. I was its supreme god, and now I have risen again. I will create my new capital here! Serapis stopped and scratched his beard. That name won't do. We will call it … Rockandria? Well, we'll figure that out later! Our first step is to complete my new lighthouse.
It will be a beacon to the world — drawing the deities of Ancient Greece and Egypt here to me just as it did in the old days. I shall feed on their essence and become the most powerful god of all! Annabeth felt as if she'd swallowed a tablespoon of salt. You mean, destroy them? Serapis waved dismissively. I prefer incorporate. You know my history, I hope? When Alexander the Great conquered Egypt —'. That didn't work too well. The Greeks didn't like Amun.
Neither did the Egyptians of the Nile Delta. They saw Amun as an upriver god. But when Alexander died his general took over Egypt. Serapis beamed, obviously pleased. Now, there was a mortal with vision! It took all of Annabeth's will not to stare at Sadie, who had now completed her magic circle and was tapping the hieroglyphs with her finger, muttering something under her breath as if to activate them.
The three-headed staff monster snarled in disapproval. It tried to lunge forward, and Annabeth barely managed to hold him back. Her fingers were weakening. The creature's aura was as nauseating as ever. Serapis shrugged. I was once a minor village god. Nobody had even heard of me!
But Ptolemy discovered my statue and brought it to Alexandria. He had the Greek and Egyptian priests do auguries and incantations and whatnot. They all agreed that I was the great god Serapis, and I should be worshipped above all other gods. I was an instant hit! Sadie rose within her magic circle. She unlatched her silver necklace and began swinging it like a lasso.
But Serapis was on a roll. As he spoke, the hieroglyphic and Greek tattoos on his skin glowed more brightly. Slowly but surely, I took their place. The Underworld? I became its master, replacing both Hades and Osiris.
The guard dog Cerberus transformed into my staff, which you now hold. His three heads represent the past, present and future — all of which I will control when the staff is returned to my grasp.
The god held out his hand. The monster strained to reach him. Annabeth's arm muscles burned. Her fingers began to slip. She caught Sadie's gaze and saw the message in her eyes: Hold on. Just another few seconds. Your cult was forgotten. How is it that you're back now? Serapis sniffed. The one who awakened me … well, he has delusions of grandeur. He thinks he can control me just because he found some old spells in the Book of Thoth.
Behind the god, Sadie flinched as if she'd been smacked between the eyes. Apparently, this 'Book of Thoth' struck a chord with her.
He wanted to become immortal, too. He declared himself a god, but his magic backfired. After his death, his family was cursed for generations. The Ptolemaic line grew weaker and weaker until that silly girl Cleopatra committed suicide and gave everything to the Romans. The god sneered. The magician who awakened me this time thinks he can do better than Ptolemy. Raising me was only one of his experiments with hybrid Greek-Egyptian magic.
He wishes to make himself a god, but he has overstepped himself. I am awake now.
I will control the universe. Serapis fixed Annabeth with his brilliant green eyes. His features seemed to shift, reminding Annabeth of many different Olympians: Zeus, Poseidon, Hades. Something about his smile even reminded Annabeth of her mother, Athena. Once I have consumed their power, I will raise a great city. I will build a new Alexandrian library with all the knowledge of the ancient world, both Greek and Egyptian. As a child of Athena, you should appreciate this.
As my high priestess, think of all the power you will have! Annabeth couldn't pretend that the idea didn't thrill her. So much knowledge of the ancient world had been destroyed when that library had burned. Annabeth was hoping the knife would split the shell, maybe even destroy the monster. Instead, it opened a tiny fissure that spewed red magic as hot as a line of magma.
Annabeth stumbled back, her eyes stinging. At the same moment, Sadie cast her spell. She threw her silver necklace and yelled, ' Tyet! Sadie shouted, 'I name you Serapis, god of Alexandria!
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God of … uh, funny hats and three-headed staffs! I bind you with the power of Isis! Debris began falling out of the air, crashing around Annabeth. She dodged a brick wall and a fuse box. Then she noticed the wounded staff monster crawling towards Serapis. She lunged in that direction, only to get smacked in the head by a falling piece of timber. She hit the floor hard, her skull throbbing, and was immediately buried in more debris.
At least she hadn't been buried in bricks. She kicked her way out of a pile of plywood and plucked a six-inch splinter out of her shirt. The monster had made it to Serapis's feet. Annabeth knew she should have stabbed one of the monster's heads, but she just couldn't make herself do it.
She was always a softie when it came to animals, even if they were part of a magical evil creature trying to kill her. Now it was too late. The god flexed his considerable muscles.
The silvery prison shattered around him. The three-headed staff flew into his hand, and Serapis turned on Sadie Kane. You do not even have the proper language to name me, little magician! Annabeth staggered forward, but her breathing was shallow. Now that Serapis held the staff, his aura felt ten times more powerful.
Annabeth's ears buzzed. Her ankles turned to mush. She could feel her life force being drained away — vacuumed into the red halo of the god. Somehow, Sadie stood her ground, her expression defiant. You want proper language? A new hieroglyph blazed in Serapis's face But the god swiped it out of the air with his free hand. He closed his fist and smoke shot between his fingers, as if he'd just crushed a miniature steam engine.
It combines both, consumes both, replaces both. You are favored of Isis, I see? She was once my wife. When I deposed both Osiris and Zeus, Isis was forced to serve me.
Now I will use you as a gateway to summon her here and bind her. Isis will once again be my queen! Serapis thrust out his staff. From each of the three monstrous mouths, red tendrils of light shot forth, encircling Sadie like thorny branches. She grabbed the nearest sheet of plywood — a wobbly square about the size of a shield — and tried to remember her Ultimate Frisbee lessons from Camp Half-Blood. She twisted from the waist, using the force of her entire body. The plywood sailed through the air just as Serapis turned to look at her, and the edge smacked him between the eyes.
Annabeth dived to one side as Serapis blindly thrust his staff in her direction. The three monster heads blasted super-heated plumes of vapor, melting a hole in the concrete where Annabeth had just been standing.
She kept moving, picking her way through mounds of debris that now littered the floor. She dived behind a pile of broken toilets as the god's staff blasted another triple column of steam in her direction, coming so close that she felt blisters rise on the back of her neck. Annabeth spotted Sadie about thirty yards away, on her feet and staggering away from Serapis. At least she was still alive.
But Annabeth knew she would need time to recover. I will use you to destroy your wretched mother! You think you are wise?
You are nothing compared to the one who awakened me, and even he does not understand the power he has unleashed. None of you shall gain the crown of immortality. I control the past, present and future. I alone will rule the gods! By the time Serapis blasted her position, turning the toilets into a porcelain slag heap, Annabeth had crept halfway across the room.
She was searching for Sadie when the magician popped up from her hiding place, only ten feet away, and shouted: Mortar disintegrated. The side of the building groaned, and as Serapis screamed, 'NO! Annabeth choked on a cloud of dust. Her eyes stung. She felt as if she'd been parboiled in a rice cooker, but she stumbled to Sadie's side. The young magician was covered in lime powder as if she'd been rolled in sugar.
She stared at the gaping hole she'd made in the side of the building. The foundations shook. From beneath the rubble came a muffled roar. Shafts of red light shot from gaps in the debris.
Serapis's hand, still clutching his staff, thrust through the bricks and boards. The monster's three heads blasted shafts of steam in all directions. Annabeth's knife remained hilt-deep in the monster's shell, the scar round it venting red-hot hieroglyphs, Greek letters and English curse words — thousands of years of bad language spilling free.
Annabeth sprinted towards the pile of rubble. Her eyes were fixed on the hilt of her dagger, but she was too late. Serapis's other arm broke free, then his head, his flower-basket hat crushed and leaking grain. Annabeth's plywood Frisbee had broken his nose and blackened his eyes, leaving a mask like a raccoon's. Annabeth beat a hasty retreat, and Serapis screamed, 'NO! The magic must have been too much for Sadie. She crumpled like a rag doll, and Annabeth caught her just before her head hit the ground.
As the remaining sections of wall shuddered and leaned inward, Annabeth scooped up the younger girl and carried her outside. Somehow she cleared the building before the rest of it collapsed.
Annabeth heard the tremendous roar, but she wasn't sure if it was the devastation behind her or the sound of her own skull splitting from pain and exhaustion. Sadie's eyes rolled back in her head. She muttered incoherently. Her skin felt so feverish that Annabeth had to fight down a sense of panic.
Steam rose from the magician's sleeves. Over by the train wreck, the mortals had noticed the new disaster. Emergency vehicles were peeling away, heading for the collapsed apartment building. A news helicopter circled overhead. Annabeth was tempted to yell for medical help, but, before she could, Sadie inhaled sharply. Her eyelids fluttered. She spat a chip of concrete out of her mouth, sat up weakly and stared at the column of dust churning into the sky from their little adventure.
That's about as close to self-immolation as I'd like to come today. She'd been jealous of all those cool spells Sadie could cast, but now she was glad to be just a demigod.
Annabeth gazed towards the site of the would-be lighthouse. She wanted to think the god was gone, but she knew better. She could still feel his aura disrupting the world, pulling at her soul and draining her energy. Then he'll come after us.
Sadie groaned. Sadly, I don't have enough energy to open a portal, even if I could find one. Isis isn't responding to me, either. She knows better than to show up and have her essence absorbed by Lord Cereal Bowl. She realized her own backpack was still on her shoulder.
How had it not slipped off during the fight? And why did it feel so light? She unslung the pack and opened the top. The architecture books were gone. Instead, nestled at the bottom was a brownie-sized square of ambrosia wrapped in cellophane, and under that ….
Annabeth's lower lip trembled. She pulled out something she hadn't carried with her in a long time: No reply, but Annabeth couldn't think of any other explanation. Her mother had sent her help. The realization both encouraged and terrified her. If Athena was taking a personal interest in this situation, Serapis truly was a monumental threat — not just to Annabeth but to the gods. But if it does … I might have a plan. It'll be your turn to keep Serapis distracted. Annabeth had barely finished coaching Sadie when the ruined building shook, debris exploded outward, and Serapis emerged, roaring and cursing.
Startled emergency workers scattered from the scene, but they didn't seem to notice the fifteen-foot-tall god marching away from the wreckage, his three-headed staff spewing steam and red beams of magic into the sky. It might restore your strength. Color returned to her cheeks. Her eyes brightened. Ah — here comes our friend. Serapis kicked a fire engine out of his way and lumbered towards the train tracks. He didn't seem to have spotted Sadie and Annabeth yet, but Annabeth guessed he could sense them.
He scanned the horizon, his expression full of murderous rage. Sadie's eyes widened. You're quite invisible. You won't start shooting sparks, will you?
As they'd planned, Sadie backed towards the beach. Annabeth crouched behind an abandoned car and waited for Serapis to pass. Invisible or not, she wasn't going to take any chances. The god raised his glowing staff, all three monstrous heads belching steam. Annabeth winced.
Sadie's pronunciation was pretty bad. She'd got the first line right, more or less: Sing of rage, O goddess. But the second line should've been: In the sea, suffer misery. Instead, Sadie had said something like: In the sea, suffer moss! Fortunately, the sound of Ancient Greek was enough to shock Serapis. The god wavered, his three-headed staff still raised. Meanwhile, Annabeth sneaked up behind the god, her eyes on the dagger still impaled in the monster's shell. If Serapis would just lower his staff ….
You're done for! Serapis stared at her, clearly baffled. The red tattoos on his skin dimmed. A few of the symbols turned into question marks and sad faces. Annabeth crept closer … twenty feet from him now. I'm about to destroy you. There is no such thing! The three animal heads were level with Annabeth's eyes.
Her heart pounded. Ten feet to go. Then, if she jumped, she might be able to reach the dagger. She'd only have one chance to pull it out. The heads of the staff didn't seem to notice her. They snarled and snapped, spitting steam in random directions. Wolf, lion, dog — past, present and future.
But why did the future have to be a dog? That black Labrador was the least threatening of the monster heads. With its big gold eyes and floppy ears, it reminded Annabeth of too many friendly pets she'd known. But, as she got within striking distance, her arms grew heavy. She couldn't look at the dog without feeling guilty. If Annabeth struck at the Labrador's head, what if she killed her own future — the plans she had for college, the plans she'd made with Percy …? Apophis , mind you — who is thousands of years older than you and much more powerful.
So if you think I'm going to let a second-rate god take over the world, think again! The anger in her voice was no mere bluff, and suddenly Annabeth was glad she'd given Sadie the job of facing down Serapis. The magician was surprisingly terrifying when she wanted to be. Even the one who summoned me had no such magic. Annabeth was face to face with the black dog. The dagger was just overhead, but every molecule in her body rebelled at the idea of killing the animal … killing the future.
Meanwhile, Sadie managed a brave laugh. You mean that old con artist Setne? Annabeth didn't know the name, but Serapis obviously did. The air around him rippled with heat. The lion snarled.
The wolf bared its teeth. I suppose he didn't tell you who let him back into the world. He's only alive because I spared him. You think his magic is powerful? Try me. Do it NOW. Annabeth stirred. She realized Sadie was talking to her , not the god.
The bluff was getting old. She was out of time. As he raised his staff to strike, Annabeth jumped. Her hand closed round the hilt of the dagger, and she pulled it free. Instead, the dagger was sucked into the dog's neck like a paper clip into a vacuum cleaner Annabeth barely had time to let go. She rolled free as the dog howled, shrinking and shriveling until it imploded into the monster's shell. Serapis roared. He shook his scepter but he couldn't seem to let go of it.
The staff cracked open. It grew so hot that Annabeth felt the hairs on her arms start to burn. She crawled backwards through the sand as the lion and wolf heads were sucked into the shell. The entire staff collapsed into a red fireball in the god's palm. Serapis tried to shake it off. It only glowed brighter. His fingers curled inward. His hand was consumed. His entire arm contracted and vaporized as it was drawn into the fiery sphere.
Without my guidance, you will never attain the crown! You all shall perish! You shall —'. The fireball flared and sucked the god into its vortex. Then it winked out as if it had never existed. They sat on the beach at sunset, watching the tide and listening to the wail of emergency vehicles behind them. Poor Rockaway. First a hurricane. Then a train wreck, a building collapse and a rampaging god all in one day. Some communities never catch a break. Annabeth sipped her Ribena — a British drink that Sadie had summoned from her 'personal storage area' in the Duat.
Sadie seemed to be on the mend. The ambrosia had done its work. Now, rather than looking as if she was at death's door, she merely looked as if she'd been run over by a pack of mules. The waves lapped at Annabeth's feet, helping her relax, but still she felt a residual disquiet from her encounter with Serapis — a humming in her body, as if all her bones had become tuning forks. At the time, we didn't have much choice.
At any rate, Setne escaped with the Book of Thoth, the most dangerous collection of spells in the world. He's trying to combine Greek and Egyptian magic. After the day she'd just had, Annabeth wanted to put her invisibility cap back on, crawl into a hole and sleep forever. She'd saved the world enough times already.
She didn't want to think about another potential threat. Yet she couldn't ignore it. She fingered the brim of her Yankees cap and thought about why her mother had given it back to her today — its magic restored.
Athena seemed to be sending a message: There will always be threats too powerful to face head-on. You are not done with stealth. You must tread carefully here.
The wind off the water suddenly turned cold. It smelled less like fresh sea air, more like burning ruins. What a horrible thought. Sadie laughed without humor.
He's only playing with us now. Climb aboard the Argo II, if you dare…. But, Leo wonders, if the Doors are sealed, how will Percy and Annabeth be able to escape? They have no choice. They have no time. In about a month, the Romans will march on Camp Half-Blood. The stakes are higher than ever in this adventure that dives into the depths of Tartarus.
Though the Greek and Roman crewmembers of the Argo II have made progress in their many quests, they still seem no closer to defeating the earth mother, Gaea. They must be stopped before the Feast of Spes, when Gaea plans to have two demigods sacrificed in Athens.
She needs their blood—the blood of Olympus—in order to wake. The demigods are having more frequent visions of a terrible battle at Camp Half-Blood. The Roman legion from Camp Jupiter, led by Octavian, is almost within striking distance. Though it is tempting to take the Athena Parthenos to Athens to use as a secret weapon, the friends know that the huge statue belongs back on Long Island, where it might be able to stop a war between the two camps.
The gods, still suffering from multiple personality disorder, are useless. As dangerous as it is to head to Athens, they have no other option.
They have sacrificed too much already. And if Gaea wakes, it is game over. You must go west, and face the god who has turned. You shall find what was stolen, and see it safely returned.
You shall be betrayed by one who calls you a friend. And you shall fail to save what matters most, in the end.
You shall sail the iron ship with warriors of bone,. You shall find what you seek and make it your own,. But despair for your life entombed within stone,. And fail without friends, to fly home alone! Five shall go west to the goddess in chains,. One shall be lost in the land without rain,. The bane of Olympus shows the trail,. Campers and Hunters combined prevail,. You shall delve in the darkness of the endless maze,.
The dead, the traitor, and the lost one raise. You shall rise or fall by the ghost king's hand,. The child of Athena's final stand. Destroy with a hero's final breath,. And lose a love to worse than death. A half-blood of the eldest gods'Shall reach sixteen against all odds. And see the world in endless sleep,. The hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap. A single choice shall end his days,.
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