you’re coming home in the morning. And, ah, for what it’s worth . . . I almost volunteered for this quest myself. I would have gone, if not for the last line.”
“ One shall perish by a parent’s hand. Yeah.”
I didn’t need to ask. I knew Chiron’s dad was Kronos, the evil Titan Lord himself. The line would make perfect sense if Chiron went on the quest. Kronos didn’t care for anyone, including his own children.
“Chiron,” I said. “You know what this Titan’s curse is, don’t you?”
His face darkened. He made a claw over his heart and pushed outward—an ancient gesture for warding off evil. “Let us hope the prophecy does not mean what I think. Now, good night, Percy. And your time will come. I’m convinced of that. There’s no need to rush.”
He said your time the way people did when they meant your death . I didn’t know if Chiron meant it that way, but the look in his eyes made me scared to ask.
I stood at the saltwater spring, rubbing Chiron’s coin in my hand and trying to figure out what to say to my mom. I really wasn’t in the mood to have one more adult tell me that doing nothing was the greatest thing I could do, but I figured my mom deserved an update.
Finally, I took a deep breath and threw in the coin. “O goddess, accept my offering.”
The mist shimmered. The light from the bathroom was just enough to make a faint rainbow.
“Show me Sally Jackson,” I said. “Upper East Side, Manhattan.”
And there in the mist was a scene I did not expect. My mom was sitting at our kitchen table with some . . . guy. They were laughing hysterically. There was a big stack of textbooks between them. The man was, I don’t know, thirtysomething, with longish salt-and-pepper hair and a brown jacket over a black T-shirt. He looked like an actor—like a guy who might play an undercover cop on television.
I was too stunned to say anything, and fortunately, my mom and the guy were too busy laughing to notice my Iris-message.
The guy said, “Sally, you’re a riot. You want some more wine?”
“Ah, I shouldn’t. You go ahead if you want.”
“Actually, I’d better use your bathroom. May I?”
“Down the hall,” she said, trying not to laugh.
The actor dude smiled and got up and left.
“Mom!” I said.
She jumped so hard she almost knocked her textbooks off the table. Finally she focused on me. “Percy! Oh, honey! Is everything okay?”
“What are you doing?” I demanded.
She blinked. “Homework.” Then she seemed to understand the look on my face. “Oh, honey, that’s just Paul— um, Mr. Blofis. He’s in my writing seminar.”
“Mr. Blowfish?”
“ Blofis . He’ll be back in a minute, Percy. Tell me what’s wrong.”
She always knew when something was wrong. I told her about Annabeth. The other stuff too, but mostly it boiled down to Annabeth.
My mother’s eyes teared up. I could tell she was trying hard to keep it together for my sake. “Oh, Percy . . .”
“Yeah. So they tell me there’s nothing I can do. I guess I’ll be coming home.”
She turned her pencil around in her fingers. “Percy, as much as I want you to come home”—she sighed like she was mad at herself—“as much as I want you to be safe, I want you to understand something. You need to do whatever you think you have to.”
I stared at her. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, do you really, deep down, believe that you have to help save her? Do you think it’s the right thing to do? Because I know one thing about you, Percy. Your heart is always in the right place. Listen to it.”
“You’re . . . you’re telling me to go?”
My mother pursed her lips. “I’m telling you that . . . you’re getting too old for me to tell you what to do. I’m telling you that I’ll support you, even if what you decide to do is dangerous. I can’t believe I’m saying this.”
“Mom—”
The toilet flushed down the hall in our apartment.
“I don’t have much time,” my mom said.
“ One shall perish by a parent’s hand. Yeah.”
I didn’t need to ask. I knew Chiron’s dad was Kronos, the evil Titan Lord himself. The line would make perfect sense if Chiron went on the quest. Kronos didn’t care for anyone, including his own children.
“Chiron,” I said. “You know what this Titan’s curse is, don’t you?”
His face darkened. He made a claw over his heart and pushed outward—an ancient gesture for warding off evil. “Let us hope the prophecy does not mean what I think. Now, good night, Percy. And your time will come. I’m convinced of that. There’s no need to rush.”
He said your time the way people did when they meant your death . I didn’t know if Chiron meant it that way, but the look in his eyes made me scared to ask.
I stood at the saltwater spring, rubbing Chiron’s coin in my hand and trying to figure out what to say to my mom. I really wasn’t in the mood to have one more adult tell me that doing nothing was the greatest thing I could do, but I figured my mom deserved an update.
Finally, I took a deep breath and threw in the coin. “O goddess, accept my offering.”
The mist shimmered. The light from the bathroom was just enough to make a faint rainbow.
“Show me Sally Jackson,” I said. “Upper East Side, Manhattan.”
And there in the mist was a scene I did not expect. My mom was sitting at our kitchen table with some . . . guy. They were laughing hysterically. There was a big stack of textbooks between them. The man was, I don’t know, thirtysomething, with longish salt-and-pepper hair and a brown jacket over a black T-shirt. He looked like an actor—like a guy who might play an undercover cop on television.
I was too stunned to say anything, and fortunately, my mom and the guy were too busy laughing to notice my Iris-message.
The guy said, “Sally, you’re a riot. You want some more wine?”
“Ah, I shouldn’t. You go ahead if you want.”
“Actually, I’d better use your bathroom. May I?”
“Down the hall,” she said, trying not to laugh.
The actor dude smiled and got up and left.
“Mom!” I said.
She jumped so hard she almost knocked her textbooks off the table. Finally she focused on me. “Percy! Oh, honey! Is everything okay?”
“What are you doing?” I demanded.
She blinked. “Homework.” Then she seemed to understand the look on my face. “Oh, honey, that’s just Paul— um, Mr. Blofis. He’s in my writing seminar.”
“Mr. Blowfish?”
“ Blofis . He’ll be back in a minute, Percy. Tell me what’s wrong.”
She always knew when something was wrong. I told her about Annabeth. The other stuff too, but mostly it boiled down to Annabeth.
My mother’s eyes teared up. I could tell she was trying hard to keep it together for my sake. “Oh, Percy . . .”
“Yeah. So they tell me there’s nothing I can do. I guess I’ll be coming home.”
She turned her pencil around in her fingers. “Percy, as much as I want you to come home”—she sighed like she was mad at herself—“as much as I want you to be safe, I want you to understand something. You need to do whatever you think you have to.”
I stared at her. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, do you really, deep down, believe that you have to help save her? Do you think it’s the right thing to do? Because I know one thing about you, Percy. Your heart is always in the right place. Listen to it.”
“You’re . . . you’re telling me to go?”
My mother pursed her lips. “I’m telling you that . . . you’re getting too old for me to tell you what to do. I’m telling you that I’ll support you, even if what you decide to do is dangerous. I can’t believe I’m saying this.”
“Mom—”
The toilet flushed down the hall in our apartment.
“I don’t have much time,” my mom said.
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