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They were woefully outnumbered though, and nothing Ella and
Theo said to the minor gods they chased across the world brought reinforcements.
James often joined them, helping them find the ones hiding from Walter's wrath,
leaving me alone with my mother and a handful of gods stretched to the limit. I
kept to myself, and soon my visions weren't just spy missions. They were another
way to avoid the council, as well.

No matter how often I saw Henry in Calliope's palace, he never
again revealed he knew I was there. The more time that passed, the more I
doubted that moment in the nursery; and the more time Henry spent with Calliope,
the more he seemed to sink into her spell. Any hint of his defiance was gone. He
did whatever she said, but Milo was always with him, and I clung to that with
everything I had. He was in there somewhere, and though it would be a battle for
him to break free when the time came, he stood a chance.

In the beginning of November, as Henry rocked Milo to sleep for
an afternoon nap, Calliope hurried into the nursery. “Something's wrong with
Cronus.”

Instead of putting Milo in the cradle, Henry gathered him up
and followed Calliope. I hurried after them, and through the windows I saw a
storm brewing over the island. Black clouds swirled amid the warm ocean air,
blotting out the blue sky, and thunder rolled across the sea, a warning of the
danger to come.

Calliope ran up the steps and through a weathered door that
opened onto the roof. Henry held Milo close against the strong winds, but
despite Milo's cries, he didn't go back inside.

The moment I spotted Cronus in the middle of the roof, I
understood. This storm wasn't natural. His form could no longer hold him, and
Cronus was now nothing more than a glowing orb of power.

Crackling with more lightning than anything natural could ever
produce, Cronus's opaque fog swirled in the eye of the storm, with a black
funnel expanding upward into the sky. A warning. A message. A command.

Come and fight.

I instinctively reached for Henry. Instead of mirroring the
fear Calliope wore so openly, his mouth was set in a grim line, and
determination furrowed his brow. Whatever was coming, he was ready for it.

“Go,” he said, and he turned to look me straight in the eye.
I love you. Warn the others it has begun.

I opened and shut my mouth twice.
What
about you and Milo?

I'll make sure he's safe. Just
go.

Through the howling wind, I reached for him, my fingertips half
an inch from his cheek.
I love you, too. Don't forget who
you are.

Despite the swirling black mass of death not twenty feet away,
Henry managed a smile.
I should say the same to you. Be
brave and do what you must.

My eyes burned in the wind, but as I faded from the rooftop, I
couldn't tear my gaze away from him.
Please don't do
anything stupid.

Before he could answer, the brewing storm melted away, replaced
by my bedroom in Olympus.

I ran down the hallway, momentarily forgetting my ability to be
wherever I had to be whenever I needed to be there. I needed to run. I needed to
scream, but I had no voice left for anything other than the words I'd been
dreading.

Bursting into the throne room, I dashed into the center of the
circle, ignoring the silence of broken conversation. Whatever the council had
been discussing, it didn't matter now.

“It's Cronus,” I said breathlessly. “He's escaping. There's a
storm around the island and—”

“We already know,” said Dylan, and I shook my head. He didn't
understand.

“The final battle—it's begun.”

Chapter 16

The Last Hour

Walter had to shout four times and crack a bolt of
lightning before the council came to order. Everyone was on their feet,
including my mother, and the energy in the room jolted between nervous and
aggressive.

“We have been preparing for this moment for a year,” said
Walter once the din faded. “We may no longer have the allies we relied upon, but
we have each other, and together we are
strong.

No one said a word. Even Dylan couldn't muster up a battle cry.
This would either be the day they finally sent Cronus back to Tartarus, or it
would be the day the council fell. By this time tomorrow, I would either have a
family or I'd be alone, subject to Cronus's whims and darkest pleasures.

I would've rather slit my throat with that damn dagger
myself.

“We are prepared. We are together. And we will fight until we
win or are no more,” continued Walter. “Take an hour to do whatever you must,
and we will meet back here then.”

One by one, the council filtered out, some in pairs, others by
themselves. At a loss, I stayed put. What was I supposed to do? It'd been hard
enough watching them all go off to war the last winter solstice, but this
time...

This time, it'd be the greatest battle the world had seen since
the first Titan war, and my entire family would be front and center.

“I want to fight,” I said once the room had emptied of everyone
except my mother and James. “You said I could.”

“Oh, honey.” She pulled me from my seat and into a hug. “You
have
fought, in ways the rest of us couldn't.
Fighting doesn't always mean going to battle with a sword and a shield. You've
done more than enough, and now is the time for you to stay safe. For Milo's
sake.”

“Milo's exactly the reason I need to fight. I know I'm not
strong enough to give you any real support, but maybe I could distract Cronus or
Calliope or—or something. Anything.”

Her arms tightened around me, and she buried her face in the
crook of my neck, her cheek warm against my skin. I squeezed my eyes shut and
tried to memorize this moment. She had to come back. And if she didn't—

No, I couldn't think like that. They'd survived the battles so
far, and they'd survive this one, too. My mother would not die today. No one
would.

“Come,” she murmured. “We haven't got much time, and there's
something I'd like to do before then. James?”

James stepped up and touched our shoulders. “This won't be
fun,” he said, and before I could ask where we were going, the room exploded
with light as we fell to earth.

My eyes watered. Going from Olympus to the surface wasn't
anything new. Why James had felt the need to warn me, I didn't know. Until—

Until the blue sky disappeared, replaced by rock.

I would've thrown up if I could have. Even with my mother at my
side, the oppressive layers of the earth pressed down on me, making my heart
flutter with panic as we sped downward. I tried to force my eyes to close, but
they were glued open with terror, and the best I could do was hug my mother
tightly and hope like hell it would be over soon.

At last we landed in the rock cavern outside Henry's obsidian
palace. My knees knocked together, and all the blood rushed from my head, making
the walls spin.

“You
bastard.
” I punched James in
the arm as hard as I could. Not like it'd hurt him. “Why do you keep
doing
that to me?”

He grinned. “Because the look on your face is priceless.
Honestly, Kate, what do you think I'm going to do? Leave you in the rock?”

I shuddered. “You wouldn't.”

“I couldn't,” he corrected. “Once you learn how to use the
portals, you won't be able to either.”

I opened my mouth to retort, but the murmur of low voices
caught my attention, and I turned toward the palace. In the shadows, a crowd had
formed, swarming the garden and the river on the other side of the cavern.
“What's that? Who are they?”

“The dead,” said James. “The lost souls, the ones who need
guidance. No one's here to help, so they're stuck until you and Henry
return.”

I stared. There had to be thousands of them. I'd expected some,
knowing that Henry wasn't down here to help, but not this.

Of course there were so many, though. With the numbers Cronus
had slaughtered, I should've been surprised there weren't more. “We need to help
them.”

“Not right now, sweetheart,” said my mother, rubbing my back.
“They have eternity. We have somewhere to be.”

“And where's that?” I said.

“We're going to visit your sister,” she said, and all of my
indignation melted away. She'd gone ages without seeing Persephone before facing
her the year before. Another visit so soon could only mean one thing: she was
saying her goodbyes.

“Mom,” I choked out, my voice cracking. “You can't leave me.
You promised.”

“Whoever said anything about leaving you, sweetheart?” she
said, brushing my hair from my eyes. We both knew the truth, though. No matter
how many pep talks Walter gave, no matter how often she reassured me that she
wasn't going anywhere, she knew it was a possibility. And this time there would
be no miraculous return.

I clutched her hand. “We could stay down here while the others
fight. They won't miss you. And we can come up with another way to help
them.”

She gave me a sad smile. “Honey, you know the council needs
everyone they can get right now. I have a responsibility to them, and I can't
walk away.”

“What about your responsibility to me?” My cheeks grew warm as
my eyes burned with tears. “You promised you'd never leave me again.”

“I'm not. I'm fighting for what I believe in,” she said. “I've
no intentions of dying today, Kate.”

“But you could.”

“Yes, I could,” she allowed. “As Walter said, Cronus is a
formidable enemy, and there's little we can do to combat him directly. However,
you must remember we have thousands upon thousands of years of experience behind
us, and we will put every last second of that to good use. I will do everything
in my considerable power to make sure I come back to you. To make sure we all
do.”

She could promise me the moon, but she was choosing to forget
one very important fact: Cronus wasn't beatable. Considerable power or not,
there was nothing in the council's arsenal that could take him on and win.
Together they had a chance, but without Henry, without Calliope, they might as
well have surrendered. They'd have a longer life expectancy that way.

There had to be something. The dagger—the weapons scattered
around Nicholas's torture chamber—those were advantages that could be ours, but
how?

“Now come,” murmured my mother. “Take us to see your
sister.”

I would have delayed if I thought it might work, but if my
mother did die today, I couldn't live with the guilt of denying her last request
to see her other daughter. And Persephone deserved the chance to say goodbye,
too.

I held my free hand out for James, and he took it without a
word. For all the wisecracks that came from that big mouth of his, he knew when
to keep it shut, too. If he didn't make it either...

No. No one would die today. Not my mother, not James, not
Henry, no one.

After one last look at the dead surrounding the palace, I
closed my eyes. A warm breeze tickled my neck, and when I opened them, we were
standing in the middle of a field full of flowers. Not ten feet away stood a
cottage covered in vines, and even though we were in the Underworld, the sun—or
at least Persephone's version of the sun—shone brightly down on us.

“Hey!” cried Persephone, and I turned in time to see her blond
curls bouncing in the wind. “Get out of there!”

“What—” I started, and then I looked down. We were standing
right in the middle of my sister's tulips. Oops.

My mother chuckled and took a step away from me, and I moved
with her, refusing to leave her side. “I'm sorry, darling. Kate's rather new to
this particular method of transportation.”

Persephone stormed toward us, her feet automatically avoiding
the patches of flowers as if she knew exactly where every blossom was. After
spending a thousand years in this field, she probably did. “That's no excuse for
trampling my tulips,” she grumbled.

“I'm sorry.” Despite the reason we were here, the look on her
face made me smirk. Persephone wasn't my favorite person, not by a long shot,
and having the chance to stick it to her was a small victory during an otherwise
awful day. “Next time I'll try to aim for the path.”

“You'd better.” She knelt down next to the flower bed and
touched the crushed tulips. “Why are you here? I go centuries without having to
deal with guests, and now you decide to visit me twice in a year? Are you really
that desperate for marital advice?”

I blinked. “What? No, of course not—”

“If he's going through one of his spats, just leave him alone
and don't bother him until it's over,” said Persephone. “He'll come to you
then.”

“That's not why we're here,” said my mother, and she knelt
beside my sister and touched the tulips. They glowed golden in the sunlight, and
slowly they straightened back into perfect condition. “There. All fixed.”

“I didn't need your help,” muttered Persephone, sitting back on
her heels. “What I need is for you people not to step on my flowers in the first
place.”

I opened my mouth to tell her exactly where she could shove her
flowers, but James beat me to it. “For the love of whatever you hold holy,
Persephone, would you please shut up for two seconds and let us talk?”

The three of us stared at him, and he squared his shoulders,
clearly doing his best to look respectful and godly. But with his mop of blond
hair and ears that stuck out like a caricature, he looked about as godly as
Mickey Mouse.

“Fine. What's going on?” said Persephone, and though the edge
remained in her voice, her expression softened.

“Cronus is about to break free from the island,” said my
mother. “The battle will begin within the hour, and I hoped you might be willing
to look after Kate until it is over.”

My mouth and Persephone's dropped open simultaneously. “You're
leaving
me here?” I cried.

“You're making me
babysit?
” said
Persephone in an equally horrified voice.

My mother focused on me first. “Kate, darling, I know you want
to help, but you will help the most by remaining safe so I do not have to worry
about your well-being.”

“But—” I started, and though she held up her hand, I kept
going. “Mom, please. You can't keep coddling me like this.”

“You know you do not have the ability to fight in a way that
will be helpful to the rest of us,” said my mother bluntly.

“That's not my fault,” I said. “You're the one who promised to
train me. I could've learned.”

“Not in less than two months. We were all stretched to our
limits already, and even if we had, you aren't one of the original six. You
simply are not powerful enough to help change the course of battle fighting
head-on like that.” She touched my cheek. “Please, allow us our greatest chance
of success. Remain safe.”

I dug my nails into the palms of my hands. “You can't make me
stay here.”

“I know, but I trust you to make the right decision. Milo needs
a mother, and he can't have that if you're gone. When the time comes, he's going
to need you. And you're going to need him.”

“So you want me to just hide my head in the sand until it's
over?” I said thickly. “How can you say that? You're the one who showed me how
to be a fighter in the first place.”

She gathered me up, and I melted into her embrace. “Sometimes
fighting means surviving in the face of insurmountable odds. That's what I need
you to do. Be the survivor I know you are.”

I hiccupped into her shoulder, and my fingers tightened around
her sleeve. “Please stay with me.”

“If I could, I would. There's nowhere else I'd rather be than
here with the two of you.”

Holding her arm out for Persephone, she waited, and finally my
sister accepted the hug. “First time you come to see me in hundreds of years,
and you want me to babysit,” she muttered, and my mother kissed her
forehead.

“I'm sorry, darling. I'll make sure to visit more often.”

That wasn't a promise she could keep if she were dead, and
Persephone flinched right along with me. Was this the last time we'd be together
like this?

It couldn't be. I wouldn't let it. There had to be
something.

“I'll promise to stay here with Persephone if you promise not
to risk your life,” I said. It wasn't much, but until I could come up with a
solid plan, it would have to do.

“Oh, Kate.” My mother kissed my hair. “You might as well ask me
not to go at all. I haven't let Cronus get the best of me yet, and I don't
intend on starting now, that I swear to you. Have a little faith.”

Easy for her to say. She was the one running off to fight. “I
love you,” I mumbled. How many more times would we say these endless goodbyes
before it really would be the last time?

“I love you, too. Remember Milo.” She pulled away and looked me
straight in the eye. “Can you do that for me?”

I nodded, a heavy numbness settling over me as she turned to
say goodbye to Persephone. Instead of embraces and tears, they bent their heads
together and began to whisper. “Let me go with you,” said Persephone. “Cronus
and Calliope can't hurt me, and I could be useful.”

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