The Son of Neptune

tattoo. ‘Do you know what this is?’

‘The sign of your mom,’ Percy said. ‘The … uh, war goddess.’ He tried to remember the name but he didn’t want to get it wrong – something like bologna. Or salami?

‘Bellona, yes.’ Reyna scrutinized him carefully. ‘You don’t remember where you saw this ring before? You really don’t remember me or my sister, Hylla?’

Percy shook his head. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘It would’ve been four years ago.’

‘Just before you came to camp.’

Reyna frowned. ‘How did you – ?’

‘You’ve got four stripes on your tattoo. Four years.’

Reyna looked at her forearm. ‘Of course. It seems so long ago. I suppose you wouldn’t recall me even if you had your memory. I was just a little girl – one attendant among so many at the spa. But you spoke with my sister, just before you and that other one, Annabeth, destroyed our home.’

Percy tried to remember. He really did. For some reason, Annabeth and he had visited a spa and decided to destroy it. He couldn’t imagine why. Maybe they hadn’t liked the deep-tissue massage? Maybe they’d had bad manicures?

‘It’s a blank,’ he said. ‘Since your dogs aren’t attacking me, I hope you’ll believe me. I’m telling the truth.’

Aurum and Argentum snarled. Percy got the feeling they were thinking, Please lie. Please lie.

Reyna tapped the silver ring.

‘I believe you’re sincere,’ she said. ‘But not everyone at camp does. Octavian thinks you’re a spy. He thinks you were sent here by Gaia to find our weaknesses and distract us. He believes the old legends about the Greeks.’

‘Old legends?’

Reyna’s hand rested halfway between her dagger and the jelly beans. Percy had a feeling that if she made a sudden move she wouldn’t be grabbing for the candy.

‘Some believe Greek demigods still exist,’ she said, ‘heroes who follow the older forms of the gods. There are legends of battles between Roman and Greek heroes in relatively modern times – the American Civil War, for instance. I have no proof of this and, if our Lares know anything, they refuse to say. But Octavian believes the Greeks are still around, plotting our downfall, working with the forces of Gaia. He thinks you are one of them.’

‘Is that what you believe?’

‘I believe you came from somewhere,’ she said. ‘You’re important, and dangerous. Two gods have taken a special interest in you since you arrived, so I can’t believe you’d work against Olympus … or Rome.’ She shrugged. ‘Of course, I could be wrong. Perhaps the gods sent you here to test my judgement. But I think … I think you were sent here to make up for the loss of Jason.’

Jason … Percy couldn’t go very far in this camp without hearing that name.

‘The way you talk about him …’ Percy said. ‘Were you two a couple?’

Reyna’s eyes bored into him – like the eyes of a hungry wolf. Percy had seen enough hungry wolves to know.

‘We might have been,’ Reyna said, ‘given time. Praetors work closely together. It’s common for them to become romantically involved. But Jason was only praetor for a few months before he disappeared. Ever since then, Octavian has been pestering me, agitating for new elections. I’ve resisted. I need a partner in power – but I’d prefer someone like Jason. A warrior, not a schemer.’

She waited. Percy realized she was sending him a silent invitation.

His throat went dry. ‘Oh … you mean … oh.’

‘I believe the gods sent you to help me,’ Reyna said. ‘I don’t understand where you come from, any more than I understood it four years ago. But I think your arrival is some sort of repayment. You destroyed my home once. Now you’ve been sent to save my home. I don’t hold a grudge against you for the past, Percy. My sister hates you still, it’s true, but Fate brought me here to Camp Jupiter. I’ve done well. All I ask is that you work with me for the future. I intend to save this camp.’

The metal dogs glared at him, their mouths frozen in snarl mode. Percy found Reyna’s eyes a lot harder to meet.

‘Look, I’ll help,’ he promised. ‘But I’m new here. You’ve got a lot of good people who know this camp better than I do. If we succeed on this quest, Hazel and Frank will be heroes. You could ask one of them -’

‘Please,’ Reyna said. ‘No one will follow a child of Pluto. There’s something about that girl … rumours about where she came from … No, she won’t do. As for Frank Zhang, he has a good heart, but he’s hopelessly naive and inexperienced. Besides, if the others found out about his family history at this camp -’

‘Family history?’

‘The point is, Percy, you are the real power on this quest. You are a seasoned veteran. I’ve seen what you can do. A son of Neptune wouldn’t be my first choice, but if you return successfully from this mission the legion might be saved. The praetorship will be yours for the taking. Together, you and I could expand the power of Rome. We could raise an army and find the Doors of Death, crush Gaia’s forces once and for all. You would find me a very helpful … friend.’

She said that word like it could have several meanings, and he could pick which one.

Percy’s feet started tapping on the floor, anxious to run. ‘Reyna … I’m honoured, and all. Seriously. But I’ve got a girlfriend. And I don’t want power, or a praetorship.’

Percy was afraid he’d make her mad. Instead she just raised her eyebrows.

‘A man who turns down power?’ she said. ‘That’s not very Roman of you. Just think about it. In four days, I have to make a choice. If we are to fight off an invasion, we must have two strong praetors. I’d prefer you, but if you fail on your quest, or don’t come back, or refuse my offer … Well, I’ll work with Octavian. I mean to save this camp, Percy Jackson. Things are worse than you realize.’

Percy remembered what Frank said about the monster attacks getting more frequent. ‘How bad?’

Reyna’s nails dug into the table. ‘Even the senate doesn’t know the whole truth. I’ve asked Octavian not to share his auguries, or we’d have mass panic. He’s seen a great army marching south, more than we can possibly defeat. They’re led by a giant -’

‘Alcyoneus?’

‘I don’t think so. If he is truly invulnerable in Alaska, he’d be foolish to come here himself. It must be one of his brothers.’

‘Great,’ Percy said. ‘So we’ve got two giants to worry about.’

The praetor nodded. ‘Lupa and her wolves are trying to slow them down, but this force is too strong even for them. The enemy will be here soon – by the Feast of Fortuna at the very latest.’

Percy shuddered. He’d seen Lupa in action. He knew all about the wolf goddess and her pack. If this enemy was too powerful for Lupa, Camp Jupiter didn’t stand a chance.

Reyna read his expression. ‘Yes, it’s bad, but not hopeless. If you succeed in bringing back our eagle, if you release Death so we can actually kill our enemies, then we stand a chance. And there’s one more possibility …’

Reyna slid the silver ring across the table. ‘I can’t give you much help, but your journey will take you close to Seattle. I’m asking you for a favour, which may also help you. Find my sister, Hylla.’

‘Your sister … the one who hates me?’

‘Oh, yes,’ Reyna agreed. ‘She would love to kill you. But show her that ring as a token from me, and she may help you instead.’

‘May?’

‘I can’t speak for her. In fact …’ Reyna frowned. ‘In fact I haven’t spoken to her in weeks. She’s gone silent. With these armies passing through -’

‘You want me to check on her,’ Percy guessed. ‘Make sure she’s okay.’

‘Partially, yes. I can’t imagine she’s been overcome. My sister has a powerful force. Her territory is well defended. But if you can find her she could offer you valuable help. It could mean the difference between success and failure on your quest. And if you tell her what’s happening here -’

‘She might send help?’ Percy asked.

Reyna didn’t answer, but Percy could see the desperation in her eyes. She was terrified, grasping for