The Last Olympian

immortal, serving my father. I could have power and eternal life.
    Who could refuse that?
    Then I looked at Annabeth again. I thought about my friends from camp: Charles Beckendorf, Michael Yew, Silena Beauregard, so many others who were now dead. I thought about Ethan Nakamura and Luke.
    And I knew what to do.
    “No,” I said.
    The Council was silent. The gods frowned at each other like they must have misheard.
    “No?” Zeus said. “You are . . . turning down our generous gift?”
    There was a dangerous edge to his voice, like a thunderstorm about to erupt.
    “I’m honored and everything,” I said. “Don’t get me wrong. It’s just . . . I’ve got a lot of life left to live. I’d hate to peak in my sophomore year.”
    The gods were glaring at me, but Annabeth had her hands over her mouth. Her eyes were shining. And that kind of made up for it.
    “I do want a gift, though,” I said. “Do you promise to grant my wish?”
    Zeus thought about this. “If it is within our power.”
    “It is,” I said. “And it’s not even difficult. But I need your promise on the River Styx.”
    “What?” Dionysus cried. “You don’t trust us?”
    “Someone once told me,” I said, looking at Hades, “you should always get a solemn oath.”
    Hades shrugged. “Guilty.”
    “Very well!” Zeus growled. “In the name of the Council, we swear by the River Styx to grant your reasonable request as long as it is within our power.”
    The other gods muttered assent. Thunder boomed, shaking the throne room. The deal was made.
    “From now on, I want to you properly recognize the children of the gods,” I said. “All the children . . . of all the gods.”
    The Olympians shifted uncomfortably.
    “Percy,” my father said, “what exactly do you mean?”
    “Kronos couldn’t have risen if it hadn’t been for a lot of demigods who felt abandoned by their parents,” I said. “They felt angry, resentful, and unloved, and they had a good reason.”
    Zeus’s royal nostrils flared. “You dare accuse—”
    “No more undetermined children,” I said. “I want you to promise to claim your children—all your demigod children—by the time they turn thirteen. They won’t be left out in the world on their own at the mercy of monsters. I want them claimed and brought to camp so they can be trained right, and survive.”
    “Now, wait just a moment,” Apollo said, but I was on a roll.
    “And the minor gods,” I said. “Nemesis, Hecate, Morpheus, Janus, Hebe—they all deserve a general amnesty and a place at Camp Half-Blood. Their children shouldn’t be ignored. Calypso and the other peaceful Titan-kind should be pardoned too. And Hades—”
    “Are you calling me a minor god ?” Hades bellowed.
    “No, my lord,” I said quickly. “But your children should not be left out. They should have a cabin at camp. Nico has proven that. No unclaimed demigods will be crammed into the Hermes cabin anymore, wondering who their parents are. They’ll have their own cabins, for all the gods. And no more pact of the Big Three. That didn’t work anyway. You’ve got to stop trying to get rid of powerful demigods. We’re going to train them and accept them instead. All children of the gods will be welcome and treated with respect. That is my wish.”
    Zeus snorted. “Is that all?”
    “Percy,” Poseidon said, “you ask much. You presume much.”
    “I hold you to your oath,” I said. “All of you.”
    I got a lot of steely looks. Strangely, it was Athena who spoke up: “The boy is correct. We have been unwise to ignore our children. It proved a strategic weakness in this war and almost caused our destruction. Percy Jackson, I have had my doubts about you, but perhaps”—she glanced at Annabeth, and then spoke as if the words had a sour taste—“perhaps I was mistaken. I move that we accept the boy’s plan.”
    “Humph,” Zeus said. “Being told what to do by a mere child. But I suppose . . .”
    “All in favor,” Hermes said.
    All the gods raised their hands.
    “Um, thanks,” I said.
    I turned, but before I could leave, Poseidon called, “Honor guard!”
    Immediately the Cyclopes came forward and made two lines from the thrones to the door—an aisle for me to walk through. They came to attention.
    “All hail, Perseus Jackson,” Tyson said. “Hero of Olympus . . . and my big brother!”

TWENTY-ONE

BLACK JACK GETS
JACKED
    Annabeth and I were on our way out when I spotted Hermes in a side courtyard of