The Lightning Thief

guards stepped aside.
    “I guess that means entrez-vous, ” Annabeth said.
    The room inside looked just like in my dream, except this time the throne of Hades was occupied.
    He was the third god I’d met, but the first who really struck me as godlike.
    He was at least ten feet tall, for one thing, and dressed in black silk robes and a crown of braided gold. His skin was albino white, his hair shoulder-length and jet black. He wasn’t bulked up like Ares, but he radiated power. He lounged on his throne of fused human bones, looking lithe, graceful, and dangerous as a panther.
    I immediately felt like he should be giving the orders. He knew more than I did. He should be my master. Then I told myself to snap out of it.
    Hades’s aura was affecting me, just as Ares’s had. The Lord of the Dead resembled pictures I’d seen of Adolph Hitler, or Napoleon, or the terrorist leaders who direct suicide bombers. Hades had the same intense eyes, the same kind of mesmerizing, evil charisma.
    “You are brave to come here, Son of Poseidon,” he said in an oily voice. “After what you have done to me, very brave indeed. Or perhaps you are simply very foolish.”
    Numbness crept into my joints, tempting me to lie down and just take a little nap at Hades’s feet. Curl up here and sleep forever.
    I fought the feeling and stepped forward. I knew what I had to say. “Lord and Uncle, I come with two requests.”
    Hades raised an eyebrow. When he sat forward in his throne, shadowy faces appeared in the folds of his black robes, faces of torment, as if the garment were stitched of trapped souls from the Fields of Punishment, trying to get out. The ADHD part of me wondered, off-task, whether the rest of his clothes were made the same way. What horrible things would you have to do in your life to get woven into Hades’s underwear?
    “Only two requests?” Hades said. “Arrogant child. As if you have not already taken enough. Speak, then. It amuses me not to strike you dead yet.”
    I swallowed. This was going about as well as I’d feared.
    I glanced at the empty, smaller throne next to Hades’s. It was shaped like a black flower, gilded with gold. I wished Queen Persephone were here. I recalled something in the myths about how she could calm her husband’s moods. But it was summer. Of course, Persephone would be above in the world of light with her mother, the goddess of agriculture, Demeter. Her visits, not the tilt of the planet, create the seasons.
    Annabeth cleared her throat. Her finger prodded me in the back.
    “Lord Hades,” I said. “Look, sir, there can’t be a war among the gods. It would be . . . bad.”
    “Really bad,” Grover added helpfully.
    “Return Zeus’s master bolt to me,” I said. “Please, sir. Let me carry it to Olympus.”
    Hades’s eyes grew dangerously bright. “You dare keep up this pretense, after what you have done?”
    I glanced back at my friends. They looked as confused as I was.
    “Um . . . Uncle,” I said. “You keep saying ‘after what you’ve done.’ What exactly have I done?”
    The throne room shook with a tremor so strong, they probably felt it upstairs in Los Angeles. Debris fell from the cavern ceiling. Doors burst open all along the walls, and skeletal warriors marched in, hundreds of them, from every time period and nation in Western civilization. They lined the perimeter of the room, blocking the exits.
    Hades bellowed, “Do you think I want war, godling?”
    I wanted to say, Well, these guys don’t look like peace activists . But I thought that might be a dangerous answer.
    “You are the Lord of the Dead,” I said carefully. “A war would expand your kingdom, right?”
    “A typical thing for my brothers to say! Do you think I need more subjects? Did you not see the sprawl of the Asphodel Fields?”
    “Well . . .”
    “Have you any idea how much my kingdom has swollen in this past century alone, how many subdivisions I’ve had to open?”
    I opened my mouth to respond, but Hades was on a roll now.
    “More security ghouls,” he moaned. “Traffic problems at the judgment pavilion. Double overtime for the staff. I used to be a rich god, Percy Jackson. I control all the precious metals under the earth. But my expenses!”
    “Charon wants a pay raise,” I blurted, just remembering the fact. As soon as I said it, I wished I could sew up my mouth.
    “Don’t get me started on Charon!” Hades yelled. “He’s been impossible ever since he discovered