Bewitched || P. Jackson

ℕever letting go

The bridge to Olympus was dissolving. They stepped out of the elevator onto the white marble walkway and immediately cracks appeared at their feet.

"Jump!" Grover said, which was easy for him since he's part mountain goat.

He sprang to the next slab of stone while the other's tilted sickeningly.

"Gods, I hate heights!" Thalia yelled as the others leapt.

But Nicki was in no shape for jumping. She stumbled and yelled, "Perseus!"

Percy caught her hand as the pavement fell, crumbling into dust. For a second Percy thought she was going to pull them both over. Her feet dangled in the open air. Her hand started to slip until Percy was holding her only by her fingers. Then Grover and Thalia grabbed his legs, and he found extra strength. Nicki was not going to fall.

Percy pulled her up and they lay trembling on the pavement. He didn't realize they had their arms around each other until she suddenly tensed.

"Um, thanks," she muttered, pressing a fleeting kiss to his cheek.

He tried to say Don't mention it, but it came out as, "Uh duh."

"Keep moving!" Grover tugged Percy's shoulder. They untangled themselves and sprinted across the sky bridge as more stones disintegrated and fell into oblivion. They made it to the edge of the mountain just as the final section collapsed.

Annabeth looked back at the elevator, which was now completely out of reach—a polished set of metal doors hanging in space, attached to nothing, six hundred stories above Manhattan.

"We're marooned," she said. "On our own."

Nicki winced, cradling her only functioning arm against her stomach. "Here I was thinking we had the Hulk."

"Blah-ha-ha!" Grover said. "The connection between Olympus and America is dissolving. If it fails— "

"The gods won't move on to another country this time," Thalia said. "This will be the end of Olympus. The final end."

They ran through the streets. Mansions were burning. Statues had been hacked down. Trees in the parks were blasted to splinters. It looked like someone had attacked the city with a giant Weedwacker.

"Kronos's scythe," Percy said.

They followed the winding path toward the palace of the gods. Nicki didn't remember the road being so long. Maybe Kronos was making time go slower, or maybe it was just dread slowing her down. The whole mountaintop was in ruins—so many beautiful buildings and gardens gone. Thalia found herself clinging to Nicki, dread running in her veins.

A few minor gods and nature spirits had tried to stop Kronos. What remained of them was strewn about the road: shattered armour ripped clothing, swords and spears broken in half.
Somewhere ahead of them, Kronos's voice roared: "Brick by brick! That was my promise. Tear it down BRICK BY BRICK!"

A white marble temple with a gold dome suddenly exploded. The dome shot up like the lid of a teapot and shattered into a billion pieces, raining rubble over the city.

"That was a shrine to Artemis," Thalia grumbled. "He'll pay for that."

They were running under the marble archway with the huge statues of Zeus and Hera when the entire mountain groaned, rocking sideways like a boat in a storm.

"Look out!" Grover yelped. The archway crumbled. Percy looked up in time to see a twenty-ton scowling Hera topple over on them. Percy and Nicki would've been flattened, but Thalia shoved them from behind and they landed just out of danger.