Akeldama Is A Fan Of The Yankee's

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~~~~~Y/N's PΩV~~~~~

we grabbed Will Solace from the Apollo cabin and told the rest of his siblings to keep searching for Michael Yew. We borrowed a Yamaha FZI from a sleeping biker and drove to the Plaza Hotel at speeds that would've given Sally a heart attack. Chimera ran along behind us. Along the way, I noticed a lot of empty pedestals that usually held statues. Plan twenty-three seemed to be working. I didn't know if that was good or bad.

It only took us five minutes to reach the Plaza—an old-fashioned white stone hotel with a gabled blue roof, sitting at the southeast corner of Central Park. Tactically speaking, the Plaza wasn't the best place for a headquarters. It wasn't the tallest building in town, or the most centrally located. But it had old-school style and had attracted a lot of famous demigods over the years, like the Beatles and Alfred Hitchcock, so I figured we were in good company.

Percy gunned the Yamaha over the curb and swerved to a stop at the fountain outside the hotel. we all hopped off. The statue at the top of the fountain called down, "Oh, fine. I suppose you want me to watch your bike too!"

She was a life-size bronze standing in the middle of a granite bowl. She wore only a bronze sheet around her legs, and she was holding a basket of metal fruit. I'd never paid her too much attention before. Then again, she'd never talked to me before.

"Are you supposed to be Demeter?" Percy asked.

A bronze apple sailed over our heads.

"Everyone thinks I'm Demeter.'" she complained. "I'm Pomona, the Roman Goddess of Plenty, but why should you care? Nobody cares about the minor gods. If you cared about the minor gods, you wouldn't be losing this war! Three cheers for Morpheus and Hecate, I say!"

I thought for a moment. two Roman gods I've meet now, Janus and Pomona...weird "Shut up and Watch the bike," I told her. Pomona cursed in Latin and threw more fruit as we all ran toward the hotel as Chimera turned small again, to about the size of a wolf. I'd never actually been inside the Plaza. The lobby was impressive, with the crystal chandeliers and the passed-out rich people, but I didn't pay much attention. A couple of Hunters gave us directions to the elevators, and we rode up to the penthouse suites.

Demigods had completely taken over the top floors. Campers and Hunters were crashed out on sofas, washing up in the bathrooms, ripping silk draperies to bandage their wounds, and helping themselves to snacks and sodas from the minibars. A couple of timber wolves were drinking out of the toilets. I was relieved to see that so many of my friends had made it through the night alive, but everybody looked beat up.

"Percy! Y/N!" Jake Mason clapped him on the shoulder. "We're getting reports—" "Later," I said. "Where's Annabeth?"

"The terrace. She's alive, man, but..." I pushed past him. Under different circumstances I would've loved the view from the terrace. It looked straight down onto Central Park. The morning was clear and bright—perfect for a picnic or a hike, or pretty much anything except fighting monsters.

Annabeth lay on a lounge chair. Her face was pale and beaded with sweat. Even though she was covered in blankets, she shivered. Silena Beauregard was wiping her fore-head with a cool cloth. "Annabeth!" I pushed through a crowd of Athena kids. Will, Chimera and Percy came up behind me. Will unwrapped Annabeth's bandages to examine the wound, and I wanted to faint. I wanted to kill Ethan for going this to her. The bleeding had stopped but the gash looked deep. The skin around the cut was a horrible shade of green.

"Annabeth..." Percy choked up. She'd taken that knife for me. How could I have let that happen? "Poison on the dagger," she mumbled. "Pretty stupid of me, huh?" "Dont call yourself that" I said. Will Solace exhaled with relief. "It's not so bad, Annabeth. A few more minutes and we would've been in trouble, but the venom hasn't gotten past the shoulder yet. Just lie still. Somebody hand me some nectar."

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