I hear Percy's muttering, and I turn and grin at him. My grin is real, since I take that as a compliment. Even though Chiron told me I'm the best swordman in 300 years, things can happen while fighting. Sometimes the better weapon is your head, not your sword arm. We all can't be kids of the Big Three with a disgusting avalanche of luck on their side.
I'm progressing much more carefully now as I lead Percy along. It's odd counting him being around as a good thing. It's also a strange feeling that he's just coming along with me after all that's happened between us. I can easily imagine him just changing his mind and striking out with his sword, but I know Percy won't do that. It's just his personality. Maybe Percy's constant good luck is helping, because as we go along, we don't encounter any more danger.
We turn a corner, and I see it. Mercury Suites. It's grand, luxurious, an opulent display of power and indifference.
"There it is, Percy. Mercury Suites. It's just like I imagined it."
All the grinning from before is long gone. That old, familiar deep rage of mine is seething upwards through me. There was a time before I betrayed Percy at Camp Half-Blood that I kept those feelings quiet and under control, but that was long ago. I just stand there glaring at this place, and I'm getting angrier, and angrier.
"Look at it, Percy. This is a place, just like Olympus, where the rich and powerful can kick back, sip cocktails, and have a good laugh while everything around them is crumbling. Let's shove worms into our children. It'll give us lots of power. It's... this world is even worse than back home, and it's got our parents' names plastered all over it."
The Olympian gods aren't just at home and in Rapture. They're in Gabrielle's world. They're in Cassie's comic book world, and didn't claim her, just like they never do. They're in Falco's world. My voice rises to a near shout.
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I'm progressing much more carefully now as I lead Percy along. It's odd counting him being around as a good thing. It's also a strange feeling that he's just coming along with me after all that's happened between us. I can easily imagine him just changing his mind and striking out with his sword, but I know Percy won't do that. It's just his personality. Maybe Percy's constant good luck is helping, because as we go along, we don't encounter any more danger.
We turn a corner, and I see it. Mercury Suites. It's grand, luxurious, an opulent display of power and indifference.
"There it is, Percy. Mercury Suites. It's just like I imagined it."
All the grinning from before is long gone. That old, familiar deep rage of mine is seething upwards through me. There was a time before I betrayed Percy at Camp Half-Blood that I kept those feelings quiet and under control, but that was long ago. I just stand there glaring at this place, and I'm getting angrier, and angrier.
"Look at it, Percy. This is a place, just like Olympus, where the rich and powerful can kick back, sip cocktails, and have a good laugh while everything around them is crumbling. Let's shove worms into our children. It'll give us lots of power. It's... this world is even worse than back home, and it's got our parents' names plastered all over it."
The Olympian gods aren't just at home and in Rapture. They're in Gabrielle's world. They're in Cassie's comic book world, and didn't claim her, just like they never do. They're in Falco's world. My voice rises to a near shout.
"How many worlds are they controlling?!"