THEY WALKED OVERLAND FOR ABOUT an hour, keeping the
train tracks in sight but staying in the cover of the trees as
much as possible. Once they heard a helicopter flying in
the direction of the train wreck. Twice they heard the
screech of gryphons, but they sounded a long way off.
As near as Percy could figure, it was about midnight
when the sun finally set. It got cold in the woods. The stars
were so thick Percy was tempted to stop and gawk at
them. Then the northern lights cranked up. They
reminded Percy of his mom’s gas stovetop back home,
when she had the flame on low – waves of ghostly blue
flames rippling back and forth.
‘That’s amazing,’ Frank said.
‘Bears,’ Hazel pointed. Sure enough, a couple of brown
bears were lumbering in the meadow a few hundred feet
away, their coats gleaming in the starlight. ‘They won’t
bother us,’ Hazel promised. ‘Just give them a wide berth.’
Percy and Frank didn’t argue.
As they trudged on, Percy thought about all the crazy
places he’d seen. None of them had left him speechless
like Alaska. He could see why it was a land beyond the
gods. Everything here was rough and untamed. There
were no rules, no prophecies, no destinies – just the harsh
wilderness and a bunch of animals and monsters. Mortals
and demigods came here at their own risk.
Percy wondered if this was what Gaia wanted – for the
whole world to be like this. He wondered if that would be
such a bad thing.
Then he put the thought aside. Gaia wasn’t a gentle
goddess. Percy had heard what she planned to do. She
wasn’t like the Mother Earth you might read about in a
children’s fairy tale. She was vengeful and violent. If she
ever woke up fully, she’d destroy human civilization.
After another couple of hours, they stumbled across a
tiny village between the railroad tracks and a two-lane
road. The city limit sign said: MOOSE PASS. Standing next to
the sign was an actual moose. For a second, Percy
thought it might be some sort of statue for advertising.
Then the animal bounded into the woods.
They passed a couple of houses, a post office and
some trailers. Everything was dark and closed up. On the
other end of town was a store with a picnic table and an old
rusted petrol pump in front.
The store had a hand-painted sign that read: MOOSE
PASS GAS.
‘That’s just wrong,’ Frank said.
By silent agreement they collapsed around the picnic
table. Percy’s feet felt like blocks of ice – very sore blocks
of ice. Hazel put her head in her hands and passed out,
snoring. Frank took out his last sodas and some granola
bars from the train ride and shared them with Percy.
They ate in silence, watching the stars, until Frank said,
‘Did you mean what you said earlier?’
Percy looked across the table. ‘About what?’
In the starlight, Frank’s face might have been alabaster,
like an old Roman statue. ‘About … being proud that we’re
related.’
Percy tapped his granola bar on the table. ‘Well, let’s
see. You single-handedly took out three basilisks while I
was sipping green tea and wheat germ. You held off an
army of Laistrygonians so that our plane could take off in
Vancouver. You saved my life by shooting down that
gryphon. And you gave up the last charge on your magic
spear to help some defenceless mortals. You are, hands
down, the nicest child of the war god I’ve ever
met … maybe the only nice one. So what do you think?’
Frank stared up at the northern lights, still cooking
across the stars on low heat. ‘It’s just … I was supposed to
be in charge of this quest, the centurion, and all. I feel like
you guys have had to carry me.’
‘Not true,’ Percy said.
‘I’m supposed to have these powers I haven’t figured out
how to use,’ Frank said bitterly. ‘Now I don’t have a spear,
and I’m almost out of arrows. And … I’m scared.’
‘I’d be worried if you weren’t scared,’ Percy said. ‘We’re
all scared.’
‘But the Feast of Fortuna is …’ Frank thought about it.
‘It’s after midnight, isn’t it? That means it’s June twentyfourth
now. The feast starts tonight at sundown. We have
to find our way to Hubbard Glacier, defeat a giant who is
undefeatable in his home territory and get back to Camp
Jupiter before they’re overrun – all in less than eighteen
hours.’
‘And when we free Thanatos,’ Percy said, ‘he might
claim your life. And Hazel’s. Believe me, I’ve been
thinking about it.’
Frank gazed at Hazel, still snoring lightly. Her face was
buried under a mass of curly brown hair.
‘She’s my best friend,’ Frank said. ‘I lost my mom, my
grandmother … I can’t lose her, too.’
Percy thought about his old life – his mom in New York,
Camp Half-Blood, Annabeth. He’d lost all of that for eight
months. Even now, with the memories coming
back … he’d never been this far away from home before.
He’d been to the Underworld and back. He’d faced death
dozens of times. But sitting at this picnic table, thousands
of miles away, beyond the power of Olympus, he’d never
been so alone – except for Hazel and Frank.
‘I’m not going to lose either of you,’ he promised. ‘I’m not
going to let that happen. And, Frank, you are a leader.
Hazel would say the same thing. We need you.’
Frank lowered his head. He seemed lost in thought.
Finally he leaned forward until his head bumped the
picnic table. He started to snore in harmony with Hazel.
Percy sighed. ‘Another inspiring speech from Jackson,’
he said to himself. ‘Rest up, Frank. Big day ahead.’
At dawn, the store opened up. The owner was a little
surprised to find three teenagers crashed out on his picnic
table, but when Percy explained that they had stumbled
away from last night’s train wreck, the guy felt sorry for
them and treated them to breakfast. He called a friend of
his, an Inuit native who had a cabin close to Seward. Soon
they were rumbling along the road in a beat-up Ford pickup
that had been new about the time Hazel was born.
Hazel and Frank sat in the back. Percy rode up front
with the leathery old man, who smelled like smoked
salmon. He told Percy stories about Bear and Raven, the
Inuit gods, and all Percy could think was that he hoped he
didn’t meet them. He had enough enemies already.
The truck broke down a few miles outside Seward. The
driver didn’t seem surprised, as though this happened to
him several times a day. He said they could wait for him
to fix the engine, but since Seward was only a few miles
away, they decided to walk it.
By mid-morning, they climbed over a rise in the road
and saw a small bay ringed with mountains. The town was
a thin crescent on the right-hand shore, with wharves
extending into the water and a cruise ship in the harbour.
Percy shuddered. He’d had bad experiences with cruise
ships.
‘Seward,’ Hazel said. She didn’t sound happy to see her
old home.
They’d already lost a lot of time, and Percy didn’t like
how fast the sun was rising. The road curved round the
hillside, but it looked like they could get to town faster
going straight across the meadows.
Percy stepped off the road. ‘Come on.’
The ground was squishy, but he didn’t think much about
it until Hazel shouted, ‘Percy, no!’
His next step went straight through the ground. He sank
like a stone until the earth closed over his head – and the
earth swallowed him.
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