THE GHOSTS FORMED RANKS AND ENCIRCLED the crossroads.
There were about a hundred in all – not an entire legion,
but more than a cohort. Some carried the tattered
lightning-bolt banners of the Twelfth Legion, Fifth Cohort –
Michael Varus’s doomed expedition from the 1980s.
Others carried standards and insignia Hazel didn’t
recognize, as if they’d died at different times, on different
quests – maybe not even from Camp Jupiter.
Most were armed with Imperial gold weapons – more
Imperial gold than the entire Twelfth Legion possessed.
Hazel could feel the combined power of all that gold
humming around her, even scarier than the crackling of
the glacier. She wondered if she could use her power to
control the weapons, maybe disarm the ghosts, but she
was afraid to try. Imperial gold wasn’t just a precious
metal. It was deadly to demigods and monsters. Trying to
control that much at once would be like trying to control
plutonium in a reactor. If she failed, she might wipe
Hubbard Glacier off the map and kill her friends.
‘Thanatos!’ Hazel turned to the robed figure. ‘We’re here
to rescue you. If you control these shades, tell them –’
Her voice faltered. The god’s hood fell away and his
robes dropped off as he spread his wings, leaving him in
only a sleeveless black tunic belted at the waist. He was
the most beautiful man Hazel had ever seen.
His skin was the colour of teakwood, dark and glistening
like Queen Marie’s old séance table. His eyes were as
honey gold as Hazel’s. He was lean and muscular, with a
regal face and black hair flowing down his shoulders. His
wings glimmered in shades of blue, black and purple.
Hazel reminded herself to breathe.
Beautiful was the right word for Thanatos – not
handsome, or hot, or anything like that. He was beautiful
the way an angel is beautiful – timeless, perfect, remote.
‘Oh,’ she said in a small voice.
The god’s wrists were shackled in icy manacles, with
chains that ran straight into the glacier floor. His feet were
bare, shackled round the ankles and also chained.
‘It’s Cupid,’ Frank said.
‘A really buff Cupid,’ Percy agreed.
‘You compliment me,’ Thanatos said. His voice was as
gorgeous as he was – deep and melodious. ‘I am
frequently mistaken for the god of love. Death has more in
common with Love than you might imagine. But I am
Death. I assure you.’
Hazel didn’t doubt it. She felt as if she were made of
ashes. Any second, she might crumble and be sucked
into the vacuum. She doubted Thanatos even needed to
touch her to kill her. He could simply tell her to die. She
would keel over on the spot, her soul obeying that
beautiful voice and those kind eyes.
‘We’re – we’re here to save you,’ she managed. ‘Where’s
Alcyoneus?’
‘Save me … ?’ Thanatos narrowed his eyes. ‘Do you
understand what you are saying, Hazel Levesque? Do
you understand what that will mean?’
Percy stepped forward. ‘We’re wasting time.’
He swung his sword at the god’s chains. Celestial
bronze rang against the ice, but Riptide stuck to the chain
like glue. Frost began creeping up the blade. Percy pulled
frantically. Frank ran to help. Together, they just managed
to yank Riptide free before the frost reached their hands.
‘That won’t work,’ Thanatos said simply. ‘As for the giant,
he is close. These shades are not mine. They are his.’
Thanatos’s eyes scanned the ghost soldiers. They
shifted uncomfortably, as if an Arctic wind were rattling
through their ranks.
‘So how do we get you out?’ Hazel demanded.
Thanatos turned his attention back to her. ‘Daughter of
Pluto, child of my master, you of all people should not
wish me released.’
‘Don’t you think I know that?’ Hazel’s eyes stung, but she
was done being afraid. She’d been a scared little girl
seventy years ago. She’d lost her mother because she
acted too late. Now she was a soldier of Rome. She wasn’t
going to fail again. She wasn’t going to let down her
friends.
‘Listen, Death.’ She drew her cavalry sword, and Arion
reared in defiance. ‘I didn’t come back from the
Underworld and travel thousands of miles to be told that
I’m stupid for setting you free. If I die, I die. I’ll fight this
whole army if I have to. Just tell us how to break your
chains.’
Thanatos studied her for a heartbeat. ‘Interesting. You
do understand that these shades were once demigods
like you. They fought for Rome. They died without
completing their heroic quests. Like you, they were sent to
Asphodel. Now Gaia has promised them a second life if
they fight for her today. Of course, if you release me and
defeat them, they will have to return to the Underworld
where they belong. For treason against the gods, they will
face eternal punishment. They are not so different from
you, Hazel Levesque. Are you sure you want to release
me and damn these souls forever?’
Frank clenched his fists. ‘That’s not fair! Do you want to
be freed or not?’
‘Fair …’ Death mused. ‘You’d be amazed how often I
hear that word, Frank Zhang, and how meaningless it is. Is
it fair that your life will burn so short and bright? Was it fair
when I guided your mother to the Underworld?’
Frank staggered like he’d been punched.
‘No,’ Death said sadly. ‘Not fair. And yet it was her time.
There is no fairness in Death. If you free me, I will do my
duty. But of course these shades will try to stop you.’
‘So if we let you go,’ Percy summed up, ‘we get mobbed
by a bunch of black vapour dudes with gold swords. Fine.
How do we break those chains?’
Thanatos smiled. ‘Only the fire of life can melt the
chains of death.’
‘Without the riddles, please?’ Percy asked.
Frank drew a shaky breath. ‘It isn’t a riddle.’
‘Frank, no,’ Hazel said weakly. ‘There’s got to be another
way.’
Laughter boomed across the glacier. A rumbling voice
said: ‘My friends. I’ve waited so long!’
Standing at the gates of the camp was Alcyoneus. He
was even larger than the giant Polybotes they’d seen in
California. He had metallic golden skin, armour made
from platinum links and an iron staff the size of a totem
pole. His rust-red dragon legs pounded against the ice as
he entered the camp. Precious stones glinted in his red
braided hair.
Hazel had never seen him fully formed, but she knew
him better than she knew her own parents. She had made
him. For months, she had raised gold and gems from the
earth to create this monster. She knew the diamonds he
used for a heart. She knew the oil that ran in his veins
instead of blood. More than anything, she wanted to
destroy him.
The giant approached, grinning at her with his solid
silver teeth.
‘Ah, Hazel Levesque,’ he said, ‘you cost me dearly! If
not for you, I would have risen decades ago, and this world
would already be Gaia’s. But no matter!’
He spread his hands, showing off the ranks of ghostly
soldiers. ‘Welcome, Percy Jackson! Welcome, Frank
Zhang! I am Alcyoneus, the bane of Pluto, the new master
of Death. And this is your new legion.’
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