The Titan's Curse

picked up the god statue Bianca had retrieved from the junkyard for Nico. The only statue he didn’t have, she’d said. A last gift from his sister.
    I stared at it with dread, because now I understood why the face looked familiar. I’d seen it before.
    It was a statue of Hades, Lord of the Dead.
    Annabeth and Grover helped me search the woods for hours, but there was no sign of Nico di Angelo.
    “We have to tell Chiron,” Annabeth said, out of breath.
    “No,” I said.
    She and Grover both stared at me.
    “Um,” Grover said nervously, “what do you mean . . . no?”
    I was still trying to figure out why I’d said that, but the words spilled out of me. “We can’t let anyone know. I don’t think anyone realizes that Nico is a—”
    “A son of Hades,” Annabeth said. “Percy, do you have any idea how serious this is? Even Hades broke the oath! This is horrible!”
    “I don’t think so,” I said. “I don’t think Hades broke the oath.”
    “What?”
    “He’s their dad,” I said, “but Bianca and Nico have been out of commission for a long time, since even before World War II.”
    “The Lotus Casino!” Grover said, and he told Annabeth about the conversations we’d had with Bianca on the quest. “She and Nico were stuck there for decades. They were born before the oath was made.”
    I nodded.
    “But how did they get out?” Annabeth protested.
    “I don’t know,” I admitted. “Bianca said a lawyer came and got them and drove them to Westover Hall. I don’t know who that could’ve been, or why. Maybe it’s part of this Great Stirring thing. I don’t think Nico understands who he is. But we can’t go telling anyone. Not even Chiron. If the Olympians find out—”
    “It might start them fighting among each other again,” Annabeth said. “That’s the last thing we need.”
    Grover looked worried. “But you can’t hide things from the gods. Not forever.”
    “I don’t need forever,” I said. “Just two years. Until I’m sixteen.”
    Annabeth paled. “But, Percy, this means the prophecy might not be about you. It might be about Nico. We have to—”
    “No,” I said. “I choose the prophecy. It will be about me.”
    “Why are you saying that?” she cried. “You want to be responsible for the whole world?”
    It was the last thing I wanted, but I didn’t say that. I knew I had to step up and claim it.
    “I can’t let Nico be in any more danger,” I said. “I owe that much to his sister. I . . . let them both down. I’m not going to let that poor kid suffer any more.”
    “The poor kid who hates you and wants to see you dead,” Grover reminded me.
    “Maybe we can find him,” I said. “We can convince him it’s okay, hide him someplace safe.”
    Annabeth shivered. “If Luke gets hold of him—”
    “Luke won’t,” I said. “I’ll make sure he’s got other things to worry about. Namely, me.”
    I wasn’t sure Chiron believed the story Annabeth and I told him. I think he could tell I was holding something back about Nico’s disappearance, but in the end, he accepted it. Unfortunately, Nico wasn’t the first half-blood to disappear.
    “So young,” Chiron sighed, his hands on the rail of the front porch. “Alas, I hope he was eaten by monsters. Much better than being recruited into the Titans’ army.”
    That idea made me really uneasy. I almost changed my mind about telling Chiron, but I didn’t.
    “You really think the first attack will be here?” I asked.
    Chiron stared at the snow falling on the hills. I could see smoke from the dragon guardian at the pine tree, the glitter of the distant Fleece.
    “It will not be until summer, at least,” Chiron said. “This winter will be hard . . . the hardest for many centuries. It’s best that you go home to the city, Percy; try to keep your mind on school. And rest. You will need rest.”
    I looked at Annabeth. “What about you?”
    Her cheeks flushed. “I’m going to try San Francisco after all. Maybe I can keep an eye on Mount Tam, make sure the Titans don’t try anything else.”
    “You’ll send an Iris-message if anything goes wrong?”
    She nodded. “But I think Chiron’s right. It won’t be until the summer. Luke will need time to regain his strength.”
    I didn’t like the idea of waiting. Then again, next August I would be turning fifteen. So close to sixteen I didn’t want to think about it.
    “All right,” I said. “Just take care of yourself. And no crazy stunts in the