Rick Riordan The Last Olympian- 05
Ethan glared at me. " To business." Tux Dude extended his hand. " I am Prometheus." I was too surprised to shake. " The fire-stealer guy? The chained-to-the-rock-with-thevultures guy?"
Prometheus winced. He touched the scratches on his face. " Please, don ' t mention the vultures. But yes, I stole fire from the gods and gave it to your ancestors. In return, the ever merciful Zeus had me chained to a rock and tortured for all eternity."
" But—" " How did I get free? Hercules did that, eons ago. So you see, I have a soft spot for heroes.
Some of you can be quite civilized."
" Unlike the company you keep," I noticed. I was looking at Ethan, but Prometheus apparently thought I meant the empousa. " Oh, demons aren ' t so bad," he said. " You just have to keep them well fed. Now, Percy
Jackson, let us parley." He waved me toward a picnic table and we sat down. Thalia and Grover stood behind me. The blue giant propped his white flag against a tree and began absently playing on the playground. He stepped on the monkey bars and crushed them, but he didn ' t seem angry. He just frowned and said, " Uh-oh." Then he stepped in the fountain and broke the concrete bowl in half. " Uh-oh." The water froze where his foot touched it. A bunch of stuffed animals hung from his belt— the huge kind you get for grand prizes at an arcade. He reminded me of Tyson, and the idea of fighting him made me sad.
Prometheus sat forward and laced his fingers. He looked earnest, kindly, and wise. " Percy, your position is weak. You know you can ' t stop another assault."
" We ' ll see." Prometheus looked pained, like he really cared what happened to me. " Percy, I ' m the Titan of forethought. I know what ' s going to happen." " Also the Titan of crafty counsel," Grover put in. " Emphasis on crafty." Prometheus shrugged. " True enough, satyr. But I supported the gods in the last war. I told Kronos: ' You don ' t have the strength. You ' ll lose.' And I was right. So you see, I know how to pick the winning side. This time, I ' m backing Kronos."
" Because Zeus chained you to a rock," I guessed. " Partly, yes. I won ' t deny I want revenge. But that ' s not the only reason I ' m supporting
Kronos. It ' s the wisest choice. I ' m here because I thought you might listen to reason."
He drew a map on the table with his finger. Wherever he touched, golden lines appeared, glowing on the concrete. " This is Manhattan. We have armies here, here, here, and here. We know your numbers. We outnumber you twenty to one."
" Your spy has been keeping you posted," I guessed.
Prometheus smiled apologetically. " At any rate, our forces are growing daily. Tonight, Kronos will attack. You will be overwhelmed. You ' ve fought bravely, but there ' s just no way you can hold all of Manhattan. You ' ll be forced to retreat to the Empire State Building. There you ' ll be destroyed. I have seen this. It will happen."
I thought about the picture Rachel had drawn in my dreams— an army at the base of the Empire State Building. I remembered the words of the young girl Oracle in my dream: I foresee the future. I cannot change it. Prometheus spoke with such certainty it was hard not to believe him.
" I won ' t let it happen," I said.
Prometheus brushed a speck off his tux lapel. " Understand, Percy. You are refighting the Trojan War here. Patterns repeat themselves in history. They reappear just as monsters do. A great siege. Two armies. The only difference is, this time you are defending. You are Troy. And you know what happened to the Trojans, don ' t you?"
" So you ' re going to cram a wooden horse into the elevator at the Empire State Building?" I asked. " Good luck."
Prometheus smiled. " Troy was completely destroyed, Percy. You don ' t want that to happen here. Stand down, and New York will be spared. Your forces will be granted amnesty. I will personally assure your safety. Let Kronos take Olympus. Who cares? Typhon will destroy the gods. my way."
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