The Last Olympian

you don’t understand. Typhon is our greatest enemy.”
    “I thought that was Kronos.”
    The god’s eyes glowed. “No, Percy. In the old days, Olympus was almost overthrown by Typhon. He is husband of Echidna—”
    “Met her at the Arch,” I muttered. “Not nice.”
    “—and the father of all monsters. We can never forget how close he came to destroying us all; how he humiliated us! We were more powerful back in the old days. Now we can expect no help from Poseidon because he’s fighting his own war. Hades sits in his realm and does nothing, and Demeter and Persephone follow his lead. It will take all our remaining power to oppose the storm giant. We can’t divide our forces, nor wait until he gets to New York. We have to battle him now. And we’re making progress.”
    “Progress?” I said. “He nearly destroyed St. Louis.”
    “Yes,” Hermes admitted. “But he destroyed only half of Kentucky. He’s slowing down. Losing power.”
    I didn’t want to argue, but it sounded like Hermes was trying to convince himself.
    In the corner, the Ophiotaurus mooed sadly.
    “Please, Hermes,” Annabeth said. “You said my mother wanted to come. Did she give you any messages for us?”
    “Messages,” he muttered. “‘It’ll be a great job,’they told me. ‘Not much work. Lots of worshippers.’ Hmph. Nobody cares what I have to say. It’s always about other people’s messages .”
    Rodents , George mused. I’m in it for the rodents .
    Shhh , Martha scolded. We care what Hermes has to say. Don’t we, George?
    Oh, absolutely. Can we go back to the battle now? I want to do laser mode again. That’s fun.
    “Quiet, both of you,” Hermes grumbled.
    The god looked at Annabeth, who was doing her big-pleading-gray-eyes thing.
    “Bah,” Hermes said. “Your mother said to warn you that you are on your own. You must hold Manhattan without the help of the gods. As if I didn’t know that. Why they pay her to be the wisdom goddess, I’m not sure.”
    “Anything else?” Annabeth asked.
    “She said you should try plan twenty-three. She said you would know what that meant.”
    Annabeth’s face paled. Obviously she knew what it meant, and she didn’t like it. “Go on.”
    “Last thing.” Hermes looked at me. “She said to tell Percy: ‘Remember the rivers.’ And, um, something about staying away from her daughter.”
    I’m not sure whose face was redder: Annabeth’s or mine.
    “Thank you, Hermes,” Annabeth said. “And I . . . I wanted to say . . . I’m sorry about Luke.”
    The god’s expression hardened like he’d turned to marble. “You should’ve left that subject alone.”
    Annabeth stepped back nervously. “Sorry?”
    “SORRY doesn’t cut it!”
    George and Martha curled around the caduceus, which shimmered and changed into something that looked suspiciously like a high-voltage cattle prod.
    “You should’ve saved him when you had the chance,” Hermes growled at Annabeth. “You’re the only one who could have.”
    I tried to step between them. “What are you talking about? Annabeth didn’t—”
    “Don’t defend her, Jackson!” Hermes turned the cattle prod toward me. “She knows exactly what I’m talking about.”
    “Maybe you should blame yourself!” I should’ve kept my mouth shut, but all I could think about was turning his attention away from Annabeth. This whole time, he hadn’t been angry with me. He’d been angry with her . “Maybe if you hadn’t abandoned Luke and his mom!”
    Hermes raised his cattle prod. He began to grow until he was ten feet tall. I thought, Well, that’s it.
    But as he prepared to strike, George and Martha leaned in close and whispered something in his ear.
    Hermes clenched his teeth. He lowered the cattle prod, and it turned back to a staff.
    “Percy Jackson,” he said, “because you have taken on the curse of Achilles, I must spare you. You are in the hands of the Fates now. But you will never speak to me like that again. You have no idea how much I have sacrificed, how much—”
    His voice broke, and he shrank back to human size. “My son, my greatest pride . . . my poor May . . .”
    He sounded so devastated I didn’t know what to say. One minute he was ready to vaporize us. Now he looked like he needed a hug.
    “Look, Lord Hermes,” I said. “I’m sorry, but I need to know. What happened to May? She said something about Luke’s fate, and her eyes—”
    Hermes glared at me, and my voice faltered. The look on his