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BOOK THREE
CHAPTER SIXTEEN.
❝ I guess gods aren't right about everything, then. ❞
THEY CIRCLED over midtown Manhattan, making one complete orbit round Mount Olympus. Aria only been there once before, travelling by elevator up to the secret six hundredth floor of the Empire State Building. This time, if it were possible, Olympus amazed her even more.
In the early-morning darkness, torches and fires made the mountainside palaces glow twenty different colours, from blood red to indigo. Apparently no one ever slept on Olympus. The twisting streets were full of demigods and nature spirits and minor godlings bustling about, riding chariots or sedan chairs carried by Cyclopes. Winter didn't seem to exist here. Aria caught the scent of the gardens in full bloom, jasmine and roses and even sweeter things she couldn't name. Music drifted up from many windows, the soft sounds of lyres and reed pipes.
Towering at the peak of the mountain was the greatest palace of all, the glowing white hall of the gods.
Their pegasi set them down in the outer courtyard, in front of huge silver gates. Before Aria could even think to knock, the gates opened by themselves.
Blackjack and his friends flew off, leaving the five demigods alone. For a minute they stood there regarding the palace, Sam letting out a low growl at the sight of the opened gates.
What was his problem?
Aria didn't question it further though, the girl inching closer to the son of Hermes.
"Are you okay?" she asked in a silent exchange of whispers, her voice low, her gaze high, as she looked up at the blonde boy.
Sam nodded. "Yeah. Just...just thinking. We need to talk when we get back to camp."
Aria nodded. "We have a lot to catch up on...like the fact that you're not dead."
The girl heard Percy grumble something about wishes in the near distance.
Sam, although still looking a little shaken, let out a small laugh. "Yeah. Lots to catch up on."
Side by side, the group walked into the throne room.
Twelve enormous thrones made a U around a central hearth, just like the placement of the cabins at camp. The ceiling above glittered with constellations – even the newest one, Zoë the Huntress, making her way across the heavens with her bow drawn.
All of the seats were occupied. Each god and goddess was about five metres tall. And now that Aria had a dozen all-powerful super-huge beings turn their eyes on her at once...well, suddenly fighting monsters seemed like a good co-curricular activity.
"Welcome, heroes," Artemis said.
"Mooo!"
That's when Aria noticed Bessie and Grover.
A sphere of water was hovering in the centre of the room, next to the hearth fire. Bessie was swimming happily around, swishing his serpent tail and poking his head out of the sides and the bottom of the sphere. He seemed to be enjoying the novelty of swimming in a magic bubble. Grover was kneeling at Zeus's throne, as if he'd just been giving a report, but, when he saw them, he cried, "You made it! Is that..Sam?"
He started to run towards Percy, then remembered he was turning his back on Zeus, and looked for permission.
"Go on," Zeus said. But he wasn't really paying attention to Grover. The lord of the sky was staring intently at Thalia.
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