𝟎𝟎𝟕.𝟑

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𝟎𝟎𝟕.𝟑

Flying was bad enough for a son of Poseidon, but flying straight up to Zeus's palace, with thunder and lightning swirling around it, was even worse

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Flying was bad enough for a son of Poseidon, but flying straight up to Zeus's palace, with thunder and lightning swirling around it, was even worse.

They circled over midtown Manhattan, making one complete orbit around Mount Olympus.

In the early-morning darkness, torches and fires made the mountainside palaces glow twenty different colors, from bloodred to indigo.

Apparently no one ever slept on Olympus. The twisting streets were full of demigods and nature spirits and minor godlings bustling about, riding chariots or sedan chairs carried by Cyclopes. Winter didn't seem to exist here. Percy caught the scent of the gardens in full bloom, jasmine and roses and even sweeter things he couldn't name. Music drifted up from many windows, the soft sounds of lyres and reed pipes.

Towering at the peak of the mountain was the greatest palace of all, the glowing white hall of the gods.

Their pegasi set them down in the outer courtyard, in front of huge silver gates. Before they could even think to knock, the gates opened by themselves.

Good luck, boss, Blackjack said.

"Yeah." Percy didn't know why, but he had a sense of doom. He'd never seen all the gods together. He knew any one of them could blast him to dust, and a few of them would like to. On the other hand Juliet looked immensely relieved as if she had just got back home, "I hope we get to meet dad firstly,"

Yeah about that, Percy wanted to tell Juliet that her dad wasn't really keen on him and had been giving him sunburns nearly everyday. Apollo for whatever reason did not like Percy, at all.

Hey, if ya don't come back, can I have your cabin for my stable?

Percy looked at the pegasus.

Just a thought, he said. Sorry.

Blackjack and his friends flew off, leaving them alone. For a minute they stood there regarding the palace, the way they'd stood together in front of Westover Hall, what seemed like a million years ago. Juliet couldn't even stand now, she was leaning on Annabeth and Percy with her arms around their shoulders.

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