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“So what now?” I asked.
He frowned. “Old Age is patient. I hate that about myself, but I almost never rush to end someone’s life. And you’re right... ending your life now, at age sixteen...”
“Seventeen,” I corrected.
Grover cleared his throat.Shut up!
“Seventeen,” Gary echoed. The number seemed to taste bitter in his mouth. “No. It isn’t right. This isn’t your time.”
He tilted his head, turning his liver spots to the morning sunlight. “You really wouldn’t drink from the chalice, would you?”
“Nah,” I said. “I kinda want to live a whole life, you know? Even the tough stuff. Plus, I’ve seen what happens to people who are turned into gods.” I thought about poor Ganymede, frozen as a beautiful teen, but stuck with all his anxiety, self-doubt, and fears forever. No thank you.
“Interesting.” Gary studied my friends, then turned back to me. “I look forward to wrestling you for many years to come, Percy Jackson. Do not think I will go easy on you, just because you have impressed me now.”
“I’ll keep exercising,” I promised. “Do a bunch of crossword puzzles.”
Gary curled his lip. “We were having a nice moment. Don’t ruin it.” He snapped his fingers, and the chalice of the gods appeared, floating and gleaming in the air between us. All it needed was an angelic chorus to complete the effect.
“Take it,” Gary said. “I suppose it should stay on Mount Olympus, among those fools who have already turned their backs on Old Age. You give me hope, Percy Jackson, that not everyone is like them.” He sniffed before grumbling, “Crossword puzzles...”
Then he poofed into a gray cloud of talcum powder.
I managed to catch the chalice just before it hit the pavement. It felt as heavy as a bowling ball, which did not do wonders for my aching arms.
“Ow,” I said.
“You did it!” Grover did a little goat dance of relief. “Hugging him? That wasreallyrisky!”
“It was perfect,” Annabeth said. She marched up and kissed me. “You know what? I think you’ll make a handsome old man. I hope one day we’ll get the chance to find out. But I’m glad that isn’t today.”
I smiled. The smell of Gary lingered on my clothes. I was weary and sore and felt like I’d aged a few decades. But those mental pictures also lingered... the images of growing older with the people I loved, with my best friends. And that made me feel like I could handle the aches and pains. Maybe the trade-off was worth it.
“So, you think we can send Ganymede an Iris-message?” I hefted the chalice. “I don’t want to keep this in my locker until Sunday.”
Annabeth looked like she was about to say something, but just then, a Hula-Hoop fell out of the sky.
It was pink with blue stripes and sparkles baked into the plastic. It hit the pavement with a jolly rattlingwhack, bounced twenty feet into the air, then came down again and rolled across the playground, wobbling to a stop like a flipped coin.
Even in a weird morning, this seemed weird.
“Um...” I said.
Annabeth walked over to the hoop. She nudged it. When it did not explode or turn into a monster, she picked it up. She looked at the clouds, but no other objects fell from the sky.
“This is a symbol of Ganymede,” she said.
“The Hula-Hoop?” Grover asked.
“Well... the hoop. It’s been a kids’ toy for thousands of years. It’s a symbol of his eternal youth.”
I shuddered. “Yeah, that doesn’t make Zeus’s abduction of him one bit less creepy. And you think what, Ganymede tossed the hoop off Mount Olympus?”
Since these days Olympus hovered over the Empire State Building, it wasn’t such a crazy idea. A good godly throw could probably reach Washington Square Park, no problem. But why?
Annabeth examined the hoop more closely. “Hold on.”
She found a section of paper wrapped around one part of the hoop. I had assumed it was a label or something, but Annabeth peeled it off and started to read.
