Percy Jackson: The Complete Series by Rick Riordan
‘Well… yeah.’ It seemed silly, now that she said it, but things had been happening so fast. Bessie the Ophiotaurus seemed like a minor detail.
‘I am a fool,’ Zoë said suddenly. ‘I know this story!’
‘What story?’
‘From the War of the Titans,’ she said. ‘My… my father told me this tale, thousands of years ago. This is the beast we are looking for.’
‘Bessie?’ I looked down at the bull serpent. ‘But… he’s too cute. He couldn’t destroy the world.’
‘That is how we were wrong,’ Zoë said. ‘We’ve been anticipating a huge dangerous monster, but the Ophiotaurus does not bring down the gods that way. He must be sacrificed.’
‘MMMM,’ Bessie lowed.
‘I don’t think he likes the S-word,’ Grover said.
I patted Bessie on the head, trying to calm him down. He let me scratch his ear, but he was trembling.
‘How could anyone hurt him?’ I said. ‘He’s harmless.’
Zoë nodded. ‘But there is power in killing innocence. Terrible power. The Fates ordained a prophecy aeons ago, when this creature was born. They said that whoever killed the Ophiotaurus and sacrificed its entrails to fire would have the power to destroy the gods.’
‘MMMMMM!’
‘Um,’ Grover said. ‘Maybe we could avoid talking about entrails, too.’
Thalia stared at the cow serpent with wonder. ‘The power to destroy the gods… how? I mean, what would happen?’
‘No one knows,’ Zoë said. ‘The first time, during the Titan war, the Ophiotaurus was in fact slain by a giant ally of the Titans, but thy father Zeus sent an eagle to snatch the entrails away before they could be tossed into the fire. It was a close call. Now, after three thousand years, the Ophiotaurus is reborn.’
Thalia sat down on the dock. She stretched out her hand. Bessie went right to her. Thalia placed her hand on his head. Bessie shivered.
Thalia’s expression bothered me. She almost looked… hungry.
‘We have to protect him,’ I told her. ‘If Luke gets hold of him –’
‘Luke wouldn’t hesitate,’ Thalia muttered. ‘The power to overthrow Olympus. That’s… that’s huge.’
‘Yes, it is, my dear,’ said a man’s voice in a heavy French accent. ‘And it is a power you shall unleash.’
The Ophiotaurus made a whimpering sound and submerged.
I looked up. We’d been so busy talking, we’d allowed ourselves to be ambushed.
Standing behind us, his two-colour eyes gleaming wickedly, was Dr Thorn, the manticore himself.
‘This is just pairrr-fect,’ the manticore gloated.
He was wearing a ratty black trench coat over his Westover Hall uniform, which was torn and stained. His military haircut had grown out spiky and greasy. He hadn’t shaved recently, so his face was covered in silver stubble. Basically, he didn’t look much better than the guys down at the soup kitchen.
‘Long ago, the gods banished me to Persia,’ the manticore said. ‘I was forced to scrounge for food on the edges of the world, hiding in forests, devouring insignificant human farmers for my meals. I never got to fight any great heroes. I was not feared and admired in the old stories! But now that will change. The Titans shall honour me, and I shall feast on the flesh of half-bloods!’
On either side of him stood two armed security guys, some of the mortal mercenaries I’d seen in D.C. Two more stood on the next boat dock over, just in case we tried to escape that way. There were tourists all around – walking down the waterfront, shopping at the pier above us – but I knew that wouldn’t stop the manticore from acting.
‘Where… where are the skeletons?’ I asked the manticore.
He sneered. ‘I do not need those foolish undead! The General thinks I am worthless? He will change his mind when I defeat you myself!’
I needed time to think. I had to save Bessie. I could dive into the sea, but how could I make a quick getaway with a two-hundred-kilogram cow serpent? And what about my friends?
‘We beat you once before,’ I said.
‘Ha! You could barely fight me with a goddess on your side. And, alas… that goddess is preoccupied at the moment. There will be no help for you now.’
Zoë notched an arrow and aimed it straight at the manticore’s head. The guards on either side of us raised their guns.
‘Wait!’ I said. ‘Zoë, don’t!’
The manticore smiled. ‘The boy is right, Zoë Nightshade. Put away your bow. It would be a shame to kill you before you witnessed Thalia’s great victory.’
‘What are you talking about?’ Thalia growled. She had her shield and spear ready.
‘Surely it is clear,’ the manticore said. ‘This is your moment. This is why Lord Kronos brought you back to life. You will sacrifice the Ophiotaurus. You will bring its entrails to the sacred fire on the mountain. You will gain unlimited power. And for your sixteenth birthday, you will overthrow Olympus.’
No one spoke. It made terrible sense. Thalia was only two days away from turning sixteen. She was a child of the Big Three. And here was a choice, a terrible choice that could mean the end of the gods. It was just like the prophecy said. I wasn’t sure if I felt relieved, horrified or disappointed. I wasn’t the prophecy kid after all. Doomsday was happening right now.
I waited for Thalia to tell the manticore off, but she hesitated. She looked completely stunned.
‘You know it is the right choice,’ the manticore told her. ‘Your friend Luke recognized it. You shall be reunited with him. You shall rule this world together under the auspices of the Titans. Your father abandoned you, Thalia. He cares nothing for you. And now you shall gain power over him. Crush the Olympians underfoot, as they deserve. Call the beast! It will come to you. Use your spear.’
‘Thalia,’ I said, ‘snap out of it!’
She looked at me the same way she had the morning she woke up on Half-Blood Hill, dazed and uncertain. It was almost like she didn’t know me. ‘I… I don’t –’
‘Your father helped you,’ I said. ‘He sent the metal angels. He turned you into a tree to preserve you.’
Her hand tightened on the shaft of her spear.
I looked at Grover desperately. Thank the gods, he understood what I needed. He raised his pipes to his mouth and played a quick riff.
The manticore yelled, ‘Stop him!’
The guards had been targeting Zoë, and before they could figure out that the kid with the pipes was the bigger problem, the wooden planks at their feet sprouted new branches and tangled their legs. Zoë let loose two quick arrows that exploded at their feet in clouds of sulphurous yellow smoke. Fart arrows!
The guards started coughing. The manticore shot spines in our direction but they ricocheted off my lion’s coat.
‘Grover,’ I said, ‘tell Bessie to dive deep and stay down!’
‘Moooooo!’ Grover translated. I could only hope that Bessie got the message.
‘The cow…’ Thalia muttered, still in a daze.
‘Come on!’ I pulled her along as we ran up the stairs to the shopping centre on the pier. We dashed round the corner of the nearest store. I heard the manticore shouting at his minions, ‘Get them!’ Tourists screamed as the guards shot blindly into the air.
We scrambled to the end of the pier. We hid behind a little kiosk filled with souvenir crystals – wind chimes and dream catchers and stuff like that, glittering in the sunlight. There was a water fountain next to us. Down below, a bunch of sea lions were sunning themselves on the rocks. The whole of San Francisco Bay spread out before us: the Golden Gate Bridge, Alcatraz Island and the green hills and fog beyond that to the north. A picture-perfect moment, except for the fact that we were about to die and the world was going to end.
‘Go over the side!’ Zoë told me. ‘You can escape in the sea, Percy. Call on thy father for help. Maybe you can save the Ophiotaurus.’
She was right, but I couldn’t do it.
‘I won’t leave you guys,’
‘You have to get word to camp!’ Grover said. ‘At least let them know what’s going on!’
Then I noticed the crystals making rainbows in the sunlight. There was a drinking fountain next to me…
‘Get word to camp,’ I muttered. ‘Good idea.’
I uncapped Riptide and slashed off the top of the water fountain. Water burst out of the busted pipe and sprayed all over us.
Thalia gasped as the water hit her. The fog seemed to clear from her eyes. ‘Are you crazy?’ she asked.
But Grover understood. He was already fishing around in his pockets for a coin. He threw a golden drachma into the rainbows created by the mist and yelled, ‘O goddess, accept my offering!’
The mist rippled.
‘Camp Half-Blood!’ I said.
And there, shimmering in the Mist right next to us, was the last person I wanted to see: Mr D, wearing his leopard-skin jogging suit and rummaging through the refrigerator.
He looked up lazily. ‘Do you mind?’
‘Where’s Chiron!’ I shouted.
‘How rude.’ Mr D took a swig from a jug of grape juice. ‘Is that how you say hello?’
‘Hello,’ I amended. ‘We’re about to die! Where’s Chiron?’
Mr D considered that. I wanted to scream at him to hurry up, but I knew that wouldn’t work. Behind us, footsteps and shouting – the manticore’s troops were closing in.
‘About to die,’ Mr D mused. ‘How exciting. I’m afraid Chiron isn’t here. Would you like me to take a message?’
I looked at my friends. ‘We’re dead.’
Thalia gripped her spear. She looked like her old angry self again. ‘Then we’ll die fighting.’
‘How noble,’ Mr D said, stifling a yawn. ‘So what is the problem, exactly?’
I didn’t see that it would make any difference, but I told him about the Ophiotaurus.
‘Mmm.’ He studied the contents of the fridge. ‘So that’s it. I see.’
‘You don’t even care!’ I screamed. ‘You’d just as soon watch us die!’
‘Let’s see. I think I’m in the mood for pizza tonight.’
I wanted to slash through the rainbow and disconnect, but I didn’t have time. The manticore screamed, ‘There!’ And we were surrounded. Two of the guards stood behind him. The other two appeared on the roofs of the pier shops above us. The manticore threw off his coat and transformed into his true self, his lion claws extended and his spiky tail bristling with poison barbs.
‘Excellent,’ he said. He glanced at the apparition in the mist and snorted. ‘Alone, without any real help. Wonderful.’
‘You could ask for help,’ Mr D murmured to me, as if this were an amusing thought. ‘You could say please.’
When wild boars fly, I thought. There was no way I was going to die begging a slob like Mr D, just so he could laugh as we all got gunned down.
Zoë readied her arrows. Grover lifted his pipes. Thalia raised her shield, and I noticed a tear running down her cheek. Suddenly it occurred to me: this had happened to her before. She had been cornered on Half-Blood Hill. She’d willingly given her life for her friends. But, this time, she couldn’t save us.
How could I let that happen to her?
‘Please, Mr D,’ I muttered. ‘Help.’
Of course, nothing happened.
The manticore grinned. ‘Spare the daughter of Zeus. She will join us soon enough. Kill the others.’
The men raised their guns, and something strange happened. You know how you feel when all the blood rushes to your head, like if you hang upside down and turn right-side up too quickly? There was a rush like that all around me, and a sound like a huge sigh. The sunlight tinged with purple. I smelled grapes and something more sour – wine.
SNAP!
It was the sound of many minds breaking at the same time. The sound of madness. One guard put his pistol between his teeth like it was a bone and ran around on all fours. Two others dropped their guns and started waltzing with each other. The fourth began doing what looked like an Irish clogging dance. It would have been funny if it hadn’t been so terrifying.
‘No!’ screamed the manticore. ‘I will deal with you myself!’
His tail bristled, but the planks under his paws erupted into grapevines that immediately began wrapping round the monster’s body, sprouting new leaves and clusters of green baby grapes that ripened in seconds as the manticore shrieked, until he was engulfed in a huge mass of vines, leaves and full clusters of purple grapes. Finally the grapes stopped shivering, and I had a feeling that somewhere inside there, the manticore was no more.
‘Well,’ said Dionysus, closing his refrigerator. ‘That was fun.’
I stared at him, horrified. ‘How could you… How did you –’
‘Such gratitude,’ he muttered. ‘The mortals will come out of it. Too much explaining to do if I made their condition permanent. I hate writing reports to Father.’
He stared resentfully at Thalia. ‘I hope you learned your lesson, girl. It isn’t easy to resist power, is it?’
Thalia blushed as if she were ashamed.
‘Mr D,’ Grover said in amazement. ‘You… you saved us.’
‘Mmm. Don’t make me regret it, satyr. Now get going, Percy Jackson. I’ve bought you a few hours at most.’
‘The Ophiotaurus,’ I said. ‘Can you get it to camp?’
Mr D sniffed. ‘I do not transport livestock. That’s your problem.’
‘But where do we go?’
Dionysus looked at Zoë. ‘Oh, I think the huntress knows. You must enter at sunset today, you know, or all is lost. Now goodbye. My pizza is waiting.’
‘Mr D,’ I said.
He raised his eyebrow.
‘You called me by my right name,’ I said. ‘You called me Percy Jackson.’
‘I most certainly did not, Peter Johnson. Now off with you!’
He waved his hand, and his image disappeared in the mist.
All around us, the manticore’s minions were still acting completely nuts. One of them had found our friend the homeless guy, and they were having a serious conversation about metal angels from Mars. Several other guards were harassing the tourists, making animal noises and trying to steal their shoes.
I looked at Zoë. ‘What did he mean… “the huntress knows”?’
Her face was the colour of the fog. She pointed across the bay, past the Golden Gate Bridge. In the distance, a single mountain rose up above the cloud layer.
‘The garden of my sisters,’ she said. ‘I must go home.’
16 We Meet The Dragon Of Eternal Bad Breath
‘We will never make it,’ Zoë said. ‘We are moving too slowly. But we cannot leave the Ophiotaurus.’
‘Mooo,’ Bessie said. He swam next to me as we jogged along the waterfront. We’d left the shopping-centre pier far behind. We were heading towards the Golden Gate Bridge, but it was a lot further than I’d realized. The sun was already dipping in the west.
‘I don’t get it,’ I said. ‘Why do we have to get there at sunset?’
‘The Hesperides are the nymphs of the sunset,’ Zoë said. ‘We can only enter their garden as day changes to night.’
‘What happens if we miss it?’
‘Tomorrow is winter solstice. If we miss sunset tonight, we would have to wait until tomorrow evening. And by then, the Olympian Council will be over. We must free Lady Artemis tonight.’
Or Annabeth will be dead, I thought, but I didn’t say that.
‘We need a car,’ Thalia said.
‘But what about Bessie?’ I asked.
Grover stopped in his tracks. ‘I’ve got an idea! The Ophiotaurus can appear in different bodies of water, right?’
‘Well, yeah,’ I said. ‘I mean, he was in Long Island Sound. Then he just popped into the water at Hoover Dam. And now he’s here.’
‘So maybe we could coax him back to Long Island Sound,’ Grover said. ‘Then Chiron could help us get him to Ol
‘But he was following me,’ I said. ‘If I’m not there, would he know where he’s going?’
‘Moo,’ Bessie said forlornly.
‘I… I can show him,’ Grover said. ‘I’ll go with him.’
I stared at him. Grover was no fan of the water. He’d almost drowned last summer in the Sea of Monsters, and he couldn’t swim very well with his goat hooves.
‘I’m the only one who can talk to him,’ Grover said. ‘It makes sense.’
He bent down and said something in Bessie’s ear. Bessie shivered, then made a contented, lowing sound.
‘The blessing of the Wild,’ Grover said. ‘That should help with safe passage. Percy, pray to your dad, too. See if he will grant us safe passage through the seas.’
I didn’t understand how they could possibly swim back to Long Island from California. Then again, monsters didn’t travel the same way as humans. I’d seen plenty of evidence of that.
I tried to concentrate on the waves, the smell of the ocean, the sound of the tide.
‘Dad,’ I said. ‘Help us. Get the Ophiotaurus and Grover safely to camp. Protect them at sea.’
‘A prayer like that needs a sacrifice,’ Thalia said. ‘Something big.’
I thought for a second. Then I took off my coat.
‘Percy,’ Grover said. ‘Are you sure? That lion skin… that’s really helpful. Hercules used it!’
As soon as he said that, I realized something.
I glanced at Zoë, who was watching me carefully. I realized I did know who Zoë’s hero had been; the one who’d ruined her life, got her kicked out of her family and never even mentioned how she’d helped him. Hercules, a hero I’d admired all my life.
‘If I’m going to survive,’ I said, ‘it won’t be because I’ve got a lion-skin cloak. I’m not Hercules.’
I threw the coat into the bay. It turned back into a golden lion skin, flashing in the light. Then, as it began to sink beneath the waves, it seemed to dissolve into sunlight on the water.
The sea breeze picked up.
Grover took a deep breath. ‘Well, no time to lose.’
He jumped in the water and immediately began to sink. Bessie glided next to him and let Grover take hold of his neck.