Sons of Apollo
A reading of the Percy Jackson books written by Rick Riordan with exhilarating debriefs after each chapter.
Read by Panther Prakash and Dante Musa, the Sons of Apollo
Sons of Apollo
6. PJLO
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Chapter six. My cookies get scorched.
SPEAKER_03I don't recommend shadow travel if you're scared of a the dark, b cold shivers up your spine, c strange noises, D going so fast you feel like your face is peeling off. In other words, I thought it was awesome. One minute I couldn't see anything. I could only feel Mrs. O'Leary's fur and my fingers wrapped around the bronze links of her dog bronze links of her dog collar. The next minute the shadows melted into a new scene. We were on a cliff in the woods of Connecticut. At least it looked like Connecticut from the few times I'd been there. Lots of trees, low stone walls, big houses. Down one side of the cliff, a highway cut through a ravine. Down the other side was someone's backyard. The property was huge, more wilderness than lawn. The house was a two story white colonial. Despite the fact that it was right on the other side of the hill from a highway, it felt like it was in the middle of nowhere. I could see a light glowing in the kitchen window. A rusty old swing set stood under an apple tree. I couldn't imagine living in a house like this with an actual yard and everything. I'd lived in a tiny apartment or a school dorm my whole life. If this was Luke's home, I wondered why he'd ever wanted to leave. Mrs. O'Leary staggered. I remembered what Nico had said about shadow travel draining her, so I slipped off her back. She let out a huge toothy yawn that would have scared a T Rex, then turned in a circle and flopped down so hard the ground shook. Nico appeared right next to me. As if the shadows had darkened darkened and created him. He stumbled and I caught his arm. I'm okay, he managed, rubbing his eyes. How did you do that? Practice a few times running into walls, a few accidental trips to China.
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SPEAKER_03O'Leary started snoring. If it hadn't been for the roar of traffic behind us, I'm sure she would have woken up the whole neighborhood. Are you gonna take a nap too? I asked Nico. He shook his head. The first time I shadow traveled, I passed out for a week. Now it just makes me a little drowsy, but I can't do it more than once or twice a night. Mrs. O'Leary won't be going anywhere for a while. So we've got some quality time in Connecticut. I gazed at the white colonial house. What now? We ring the doorbell, Nico said. If I were Luke's room, I would not have opened my door at night for two strange kids. But I would I wasn't anything if I was if I were Luke's mom, I would not have opened my door at night for two strange kids. But I wasn't anything like Luke's mom.
SPEAKER_00I knew that even before we reached the front door. The sidewalk was lined with those little stuffed beanbag animals you see in gift shops. There were miniature lions, pigs, dragons, hydras, even a teeny minotaur and a little minotaur diaper. Judging from their sad shape, the beanbag creatures had been sitting out here a long time. Since the snow melted last spring, at least. One of the hydras had a tree sapling sprouting between its necks. The front porch was infested with wind chimes. Shiny bits of glass and metal clinked in the breeze. I didn't know how Ms. Kiss Castan could stand all the noise. The front door was painted turquoise. The name Castan was written in English and below in Greek. Series of Greek images. Nico looked at me. Ready? Ready? He'd barely tapped the door when it swung open. Luke! The old lady cried happily. She looked like someone who enjoyed sticking her fingers in electrical sockets. Her white hair stuck out in tufts all over her head. Her pink house dress was covered in scorch marks and smears of ash. When she smiled, her face looked unnaturally stretched, and the high voltage light in her eyes made me wonder if she was blind. Oh my dear boy! She hugged Nico. I was trying to figure out why she thought Nico was Luke. They looked absolutely nothing alike. When she smiled at me and said, Luke She forgot all about Nico and gave me a hug. She smelled like burned cookies cookies. She was as thin as a scarecrow, but that didn't stop her from almost crushing me. Come in, she insisted. I have your lunch ready. She ushered us inside. The living room was even weirder than the front lawn. Mirrors and candles filled every available space. I couldn't look anywhere without seeing my own reflection. Above the mantle, a little bronze Hermes flew around the second hand of a ticking clock. I tried to imagine the god of messengers ever falling in love with this old woman, but the idea was too bizarre. Then I noticed the frame picture on the mantle, and I froze. It was exactly like Rachel's sketch. Luke around nine years old with blonde hair and a big smile and two missing teeth. The lack of a scar on his face made him look like a different person, carefree and happy. How could Rachel have known about that picture? This was this way, my dear. Miss Castien steered me toward the back of the house. Oh, I told them you would come back. I knew it. She sat us down at the kitchen table. Stacked on the counter were hundreds, I mean hundreds, of Tupperware boxes with peanut butter and jelly sandwiches inside. The ones on the bottom were green and fuzzy, like they'd been there a long time. The smell reminded me of my sixth grade locker, and that's not a good thing. On top of the oven was a stack of cookie sheets. Each one had a dozen burned cookies on it. In the sink was a mountain of empty plastic Kool-Aid pitchers. A beanbag Medusa sat by the faucet like she was guarding the mess.
SPEAKER_03Miss Costellan started humming as she got out peanut butter and jelly and started making a new sandwich. Something was burning in the oven. I got the feeling more cookies were on the way. Above the sink, taped all around the window were dozens of little pictures cut from magazines and newspaper ads, pictures of Hermes from the FTD flowers logo and quickie cleaners, pictures of the caducias from medical ads. My heart sank. I wanted to get out of that room, but Miss Costellan kept smiling at me as she made the sandwich, like she was making sure I didn't bolt bolt. Nico coughed. Um Miss Costellan? We need to ask you about your son.
SPEAKER_02Oh yes. They told me he would never come back, but I knew better.
SPEAKER_03She patted my cheek affectionately, giving me peanut butter racing stripes. When did you last see him? Nico asked. Her eyes lost focus. She said wistfully.
SPEAKER_02Third grade. That's too young to run away. He said he'd be back for lunch, and I waited. He he likes peanut butter sandwiches and cookies and Kool-Aid. He'll be back for lunch very soon.
SPEAKER_03Then she looked at me and smiled.
SPEAKER_02There you are. You look so handsome. You have your father's eyes.
SPEAKER_03She turned toward the pictures of Hermes above the sink.
SPEAKER_02No, there's a good man. Yes. He comes to visit me, you know.
SPEAKER_03The clock kept ticking in the other room. I wiped the peanut butter off my face and looked at Nico pleadingly like, can we get out of here now?
SPEAKER_02Ma'am, Nico said, what uh what happened to your eyes?
SPEAKER_03Her gaze seemed fractured like she was trying to focus on him through a kaleidoscope.
SPEAKER_02Why, Luke, you you know the story. It was right before you were born, wasn't it? I'd always been special, able to see through the the w whatever they call it.
SPEAKER_03The mist? I said. Yeah, yes, yes, dear. She nodded encouragingly. And they offered me an important job. That's how special I was. I glanced at Nico, but he looked as confused as I was. What sort of job? I asked. What happened? Miss Costellan frowned. Her knife hovered over the sandwich bread.
SPEAKER_02Dear me. It didn't work out, did it? Your father warned me not to try. He said it was too dangerous, but but I had to. It was my destiny. And now I still can't get the images out of my head. They make everything seem so fuzzy. Would you like some cookies?
SPEAKER_03She pulled the tray out of the oven and dumped a dozen lumps of chocolate chip charcoal on the table.
SPEAKER_02Luke was so kind.
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SPEAKER_02Costellan murmured, he loved to protect me, you know. He said, if he went away, the monsters wouldn't threaten me. But I told him the monsters are no threat. They sit outside on the sidewalk all day and they they never come in.
SPEAKER_03She picked up the little stuffed Medusa from the windowsill.
SPEAKER_02Do they, Mrs. Medusa? No. No threat at all.
SPEAKER_03She beamed at me.
SPEAKER_02I'm so glad you came home. I knew you weren't ashamed of me.
SPEAKER_00I shifted in my seat. I imagined being Luke sitting at this table, eight or nine years old, and just beginning to realize that my mother wasn't all there. Miss Cassian, I said Mom, she corrected. Um yeah. Have you seen Luke since he left home? Well of course I didn't know if she was imagining that or not, but all I knew every time the mailman for all I knew, every time the mailman came to the door, he was Luke, but Nico sat forward expectantly. When? he asked When did Luke visit you last? Well it was Oh goodness. A shadow passed across her face. The last time he looked so different. A scar, a terrible scar, and his voice was so full of pain. His eyes, I said, were they gold? Gold? She blinked. No. How silly. Luke has blue eyes. Beautiful blue eyes. So Luke really had been here, and this had happened before last summer, before he turned into Kronos. Miss Castian Nico put his hand on the old woman's arm. This is very important. Did he ask you for anything? She frowned as if trying to remember. Oh my blessing? My blessing. Isn't that sweet? She looked at us uncertainly. He was going to a river and he said he needed my blessing. I gave it to him. Of course I did. Nico looked at me triumphantly. Thank you, ma'am. That's all the information we Miss Castian gasped. She doubled over and her cookie tray clattered to the floor. Nico and I jumped to our feet. Miss Castian, I said. She straightened. I scrambled away and almost fell over the kitchen table. Because her eyes, her eyes were glowing green. She rasped in a much deeper voice.
SPEAKER_01Must protect him. Fanny. Help! Not my child. Not his fate. No.
SPEAKER_00She grabbed Nico by the shoulder and began to shake him as if as if to make him understand. Not his fate. Nico made a strangled scream and pushed her away. He gripped the hilt of his sword. Percy, we need to get out. Suddenly, Miss Castien collapsed. I lurched forward and caught her before she could hit the edge of the table. I managed to get her into a chair. Mrs Miss C, I asked. She muttered something incomprehensible and shook her head. Goodness, I uh I I dropped the cookies. How silly of me She blinked and her eyes were back to normal, or at least what they had been before. The green glow was gone. Are you okay? I asked. Of course, dear. I'm fine. Why do you ask? I glanced at Nico, who mouthed the word leave. Miss C, you were telling us something, I said. Something about your son. W was I? she said dreamily. Yes, yes. His blue eyes. We were talking about his blue eyes. Such such a handsome boy.
SPEAKER_03We have to go, Nico said urgently. We'll tell Luke Uh we'll we'll tell him you said hello. But you can't leave. Miss Castellan got shakily Castain got shakily to her feet and back I backed away. I felt silly being scared of a frail old woman, but the way her voice had changed, the way she'd grabbed Nico.
SPEAKER_02Heh, Helies will be here soon, she promised.
SPEAKER_03He'll want to see his boy. Maybe next time, I said, Thank you for I looked down at the burned cookies scattered on the floor. Thanks for everything. She tried to stop us to offer us Kool-Aid, but I had to get out of that house. On the front porch she grabbed my wrist and I almost jumped out of my skin.
SPEAKER_02Luke, at least be safe. Promise me you'll be safe. I will Mom.
SPEAKER_03That made her smile. She released my wrist as she closed and as she closed the front door I could hear her talking to the candles.
SPEAKER_02You hear that? He'll be safe. I told you he would be.
SPEAKER_03As the door shut, Nico and I ran. The little beanbag animals on the sidewalk seemed to grin as we passed. Back at the cliff, Mrs. O'Leary had found a friend. A cozy campfire crackled in a ring of stones. A girl about eight years old was sitting cross-legged next to Mrs. O'Leary, scratching the hellhound's ears. The girl had mousy brown hair and a simple brown dress. She wore a scarf overhead, so she looked like a pioneer kid, like the ghost of Little House on the Prairie or something. She poked the fire with a stick and it seemed to glow more richly red than a normal fire. Hello, she said. My first thought was monster. When you're a demigod and you find a sweet little girl alone in the woods, that's typically a good time to draw your sword and attack. Plus, the encounter with Miss Castain had me rattled pretty bad pretty bad. But Nico bowed to the little girl. Hello again, lady. She studied me with eyes as red as the firelight. I decided it was safest to bow. Sit, Percy Jackson, she said. Would you like some dinner? After staring at moldy peanut butter sandwiches and burned cookies, I didn't have much of an appetite. But the girl waved her hand and a picnic appeared at the edge of the fire. There were plates of roast beef, baked potatoes, buttered carrots, fresh bread, and a whole bunch of other foods I hadn't had in a long time. My stomach started to rumble. It was the kind of home cooked meal people are supposed to have, but never do. The girl made me a five foot long made a five foot long dog biscuit appeared for misses O'Leary, who happily began tearing it to shreds. I sat next to Nico. We picked up our food and I was about to dig in when I thought better of it. I scraped part of my meal into the flames, the way we do at camp. For the gods, I said. The little girl smiled. Thank you. As tender of the flame, I get a share of every sacrifice, you know.
SPEAKER_00I recognize you now, I said. The first time I came to camp, you were sitting by the fire, in the middle of the commons area. You did not stop to talk, the girl recalled sadly. Alas, most never do. Nico talked to me. He was the first in many years. Everyone rushes about. No time for visiting family. You're Hestia, I said, goddess of the earth. She nodded. Okay. So she looked eight years old. I didn't ask. I'd learned that gods could look any way they pleased. My lady, Nico asked, why aren't you with the other Olympians? Fighting Typhon. I'm not much for fighting. Her eye her red eyes flickered. I realized they weren't just reflecting the flames. They were filled with flames. But not like Ares' eyes, Hestia's were warm warm and cozy. Besides, she said, someone has to keep the home fires burning while the other gods are away. So you're guarding Mount Olympus? I asked. Guard may be too strong a word, but if you ever Need a warm place to sit and a home cooked meal, you are welcome to visit. Now eat. My plate was empty before I knew it. Nico scarfed his down just as fast. That was great, I said. Thank you, Hestia. She nodded. Did you have a visit? Did you have a good visit with Mae Casting? For a moment I'd almost forgotten the old lady with her bright eyes and her maniacal smile, the way she suddenly seemed possessed. What's wrong with her exactly? I asked. She was born with a gift, Hestia said. She could see through the mist. Like my mother, I said. And I was also thinking like Rachel. But the glowing eyes thing. Some bear the curse of sight better than others, the goddess said sadly. For a while, May Castian had many talents. She attracted the attention of Hermes himself. They had a beautiful baby boy. For a brief time she was happy, and then she went too far. I remembered what Miss Castian had said. They offered me an important job. It didn't work out. I wondered what kind of job left you like that. One minute she was all happy, I said, and then she was freaking out about her son's fate, like she knew he turned into Kronos. What happened to to divide her like that? The goddess's face darkened. That is a story I do not like to tell, but May Castine saw too much. If you are to understand your enemy, Luke, you must understand his family. I thought about the sad little pictures of Hermes taped above May Castine's sink. I wondered if Miss Castine had been so crazy when Luke was little, that green-eyed fit could have seriously scared a nine-year-old kid. And if Hermes never visited, if he'd left Luke alone with his mom all those years.
SPEAKER_03No wonder Luke ran away, I said. I mean, it wasn't right to leave his mom like that, but still, he was just a kid. Hermes shouldn't have abandoned them. Hestia scratched behind Mrs. O'Leary's ears. The hellhound wagged her tail and accidentally knocked over a tree. It's easy to judge others, Hestia warned. But will you follow Luke's path? Seek the same powers? Nico set down his plate. We have no choice, my lady. It's the only way Percy stands a chance. Hmm. Hestia opened her hand and the fire roared. Flame shot thirty feet into the air. Heat slapped me in the face. Then the fire died back down to normal. Not all powers are spectacular. Hestia looked at me. Sometimes the hardest power to master is the power of yielding. Do you believe me? Uh huh, I said. Anything to keep her from messing keep her from messing with her flame powers again. The goddess smiled. You are a good hero, Percy Jackson. Not too proud. I like that. But you have much to learn. When Dionysus was made a god, I gave up my throne for him. It was the only way to avoid a civil war among the gods. It unbalanced the council, I remembered. Suddenly there were seven guys and five girls. Hestia shrugged. It was the best solution, not a perfect one. Now I tend the fire. I fade slowly into the background. No one will ever write epic poems about the deeds of Hestia. Most demigods don't even stop to talk to me. But that's no matter. I keep the peace. I yield when necessary. Can you do this? I I don't know what you mean. She studded me. Perhaps not yet, but soon. Will you continue your quest? Is that why you're here? To warn me against going? Hestia shook her head. I'm here because when all else fails, when all the other mighty gods have gone off to war, I am all that's left. Home hearth. I am the last Olympian. You must remember me when you face your final decision. I didn't like the way she said final. I looked at Nika, then back at Hestia's warm glowing eyes. I have to continue, my lady. I have to stop Luke. I I mean Kronos. Hestia nodded. Very well. I cannot be of much assistance beyond what I've already told you. But since you sacrificed to me, I can return you to your own heart. I will see you again, Percy. On Olympus. Her tone was ominous, as though our next meeting would not be happy. The goddess waved her hand and everything faded. Suddenly, I was home. Nico and I were sitting on the couch in my mom's apartment in the Upper East Side. That was the good news. The bad news was the rest of the living room was occupied by Mrs. O'Leary. I heard a muffled yell from the bedroom. Paul's voice said, Who put this wall fur in the doorway? Percy! My mom called out, Are you there?
SPEAKER_02Are you alright?
SPEAKER_00I'm here, I shouted back. Woo! Mrs. O'Leary tried to turn in a circle to find my mom, knocking all the pictures off the walls. She's only met my mom once before. Long story. But she loves her. It took a few minutes, but we finally got things worked out. After destroying most of the furniture in the living room and probably making our neighbors really mad, we got my parents out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. We where we sat around the kitchen table. Mrs. O'Leary still took up the entire living room, but she'd settled her head in the kitchen doorway so she could see us, which made her happy. My mom tossed her a ten pound family sized tube of ground beef, which disappeared down her gullet. Paul poured lemonade for the rest of us while I explained about our visit to Connecticut. So it's true. Paul stared at me like he'd never seen me before. He was wearing his white bathrobe now covered in hellhound fur, and his salt and pepper hair was sticking up in every direction. All the talk about monsters and being a demigod. It's really true. I nodded. Last fall I'd explained to Paul who I was. My mom had backed me up, but until this moment, I don't think he really believed us. Sorry about Mrs. O'Leary, I said, destroying the living room and all. Paul laughed like he was delighted. Ha! Are you kidding? This is awesome! I mean, when I saw the hoof prints on the on the Prius, I thought, maybe, but this He pouted Mrs. O'Leary's snout. The living room shook. Boom, boom, boom! Which either meant a SWAT team was breaking down the door or Mrs. O'Leary was wagging her tail. I couldn't help but smile. Paul was a pretty cool guy, even if he was my English teacher as well as my stepdad. Thanks for not freaking out, I said. Oh, I'm freaking out. He promised his eyes wide. I just I just think it's awesome. Yeah, well, I said, you may not be so excited when you hear what's happening. I told Paul and my mom about Typhon and the gods and the battle that was sure to come. Then I told them Nico's plan. My mom laced her fingers around her lemonade glass. She was wearing her old blue flannel bathrobe and her hair was tied back. Recently, she'd started writing a novel like she'd wanted to do for years, and I could tell she'd been working on it late into the night because the circles under her eyes were darker than usual. Behind her at the kitchen window, silvery moon lace glowed in the flower box. I'd brought the magical plant back from Calypso's Island last summer, and it bloomed like crazy under my mother's care. The scent always calmed me down, but it also made me sad because it reminded me of lost friends. My mom took a deep breath like she was thinking how to tell me no. Percy, it's dangerous, she said. Even for you.
SPEAKER_03Mom, I know. I could die. Nico explained that, but if we don't try, we'll all die, Nico said. He hadn't touched his lemonade. Miss Jackson, we don't stand a chance against an invasion. And there will be an invasion. The an invasion of New York? Paul said. Is that even possible? How could we not see the the monsters? He said the word like he still couldn't believe this was real. I don't know, I admitted. I don't know how Kronos could just march into Manhattan. But the mist is strong. Typhon is trampling across the country right now, and mortals think he's a storm system. Miss Jackson, Nico said, Percy needs your blessing. The process has to start that way. I wasn't sure until we met Luke's mom, but now I'm positive. This has own this has only been done successfully twice before. Both times the mother had to give her blessing. She had to be willing to let her son take the risk. You want me to bless this?
SPEAKER_02She shook her head. It's crazy. Percy, please. Mom, I can't do it without you.
SPEAKER_03And if you survive this this process, then I go to war, I said. Me against Kronos, and only one of us will survive. I didn't tell her the whole prophecy about the soul reaping and the end of my days. She didn't need to know that I was probably doomed. I could only hope I'd stop Kronos and save the rest of the world before I died. You're my son, she said miserably. I I can't just I could tell I'd have to push her harder if I wanted her to agree, but I didn't want to. I remembered more poor Miss Kastayan in her kitchen, waiting for her son to come home, and I realized how lucky I was. My mom had always been there for me, always tried to make things normal for me, even with the gods and monsters and stuff. She put up with me going off on adventures, but now I was asking her blessing to do something that would probably get me killed. I locked eyes with Paul and some kind of understanding passed between us. Sally, he put his hand over my mother's hands. I can't claim to know what you and Percy have been going through all these years, but it sounds to me it sounds like Percy is doing something noble. I wish I had that much courage. I got a lump in my throat. I didn't get compliments like that too much. My mom stared at her lemonade. She looked like she was trying not to cry. I thought about what Hestia had said about how hard it was to yield, and I figured maybe my mom was finding that out. Percy, she said, I give you my blessing. I didn't feel any different. No magic glow lit the kitchen or anything. I glanced at Nico. He looked more anxious than ever, but he nodded. It's time. Percy, my mom said, One last thing. If you if you survive this fight with Kronos, send me a sign. She rummaged through her purse and handed me her cell phone.
SPEAKER_00Mom, I said, you you know demigods and phones. I know, she said. But but just in case, if if you're not able to call, maybe a sign that I could see from anywhere in Manhattan to let me know you're okay. Like Theseus, Paul suggested. He was supposed to raise white sails when he came home to Athens. Except he forgot, Nico muttered, and his father jumped off the palace roof in despair. But other than that, it was a great idea. What what about a flag or a flare? My mom said. From Olympus, the Empire State Building. Something blue, I said. We'd had a running joke for years about blue food. It was my favorite color, and my mom went out of her way to humor me. Every year, my birthday cake, my Easter basket, my Christmas candy canes always had to be blue. Yes, my mom agreed. I'll watch for a blue signal, and I'll try to avoid jumping off palace roofs. She gave me one last hug. I tried not to feel like I was saying goodbye. I shook hands with Paul. Then Nico and I walked to the kitchen doorway and looked at Mrs. O'Leary. Sorry, girl, I said. Shadow travel time again. She whimpered and crossed her paws over her snout. Where now? I asked Nico. Los Angeles No need, he said. There's a closer entrance to the underworld.
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