He forced himself to concentrate. He remembered what his grandmother had told him about the nature of his gift, and how he had to leave her here to die.
You’ve got a role to play, Mars had said.
Frank couldn’t believe he was Juno’s secret weapon, or that this big Prophecy of the Seven depended on him. But Hazel and Percy were counting on him. He had to do his best.
He thought about that weird partial prophecy Ella had recited in the attic, about the son of Neptune drowning.
You don’t understand her true value, Phineas had told them in Portland. The old blind man had thought that controlling Ella would make him a king.
All these puzzle pieces swirled around in Frank’s mind. He got the feeling that when they finally connected, they would create a picture he didn’t like.
“Guys, I’ve got an escape plan. ” He told his friends about the plane waiting at the airfield, and his grandmother’s note for the pilot. “He’s a legion veteran. He’ll help us. ”
“But Arion’s not back,” Hazel said. “And what about your grandmother? We can’t just leave her. ”
Frank choked back a sob. “Maybe—maybe Arion will find us. As for my grandmother…she was pretty clear. She said she’d be okay. ”
It wasn’t exactly the truth, but it was as much as Frank could manage.
“There’s another problem,” Percy said. “I’m not good with air travel. It’s dangerous for a son of Neptune. ”
“You’ll have to risk it. …and so will I,” Frank said. “By the way, we’re related. ” Percy almost stumbled off the roof. “What?”
Frank gave them the five-second version: “Periclymenus.
Ancestor on my mom’s side. Argonaut. Grandson of Poseidon. ”
Hazel’s mouth fell open. “You’re a—a descendant of Neptune? Frank, that’s—”
“Crazy? Yeah. And there’s this ability my family has, supposedly. But I don’t know how to use it. If I can’t figure it out—”
Another massive cheer went up from the Laistrygonians. Frank realized they were staring up at him, pointing and waving and laughing. They had spotted their breakfast.
“Zhang!” they yelled. “Zhang!”
Hazel stepped closer to him. “They keep doing that. Why are they yelling your name?”
“Never mind,” Frank said. “Listen, we’ve got to protect Ella, take her with us. ”
“Of course,” Hazel said. “The poor thing needs our help. ”
“No,” Frank said. “I mean yes, but it’s not just that. She recited a prophecy downstairs. I think…I think it was about this quest. ”
He didn’t want to tell Percy the bad news, about a son of Neptune drowning, but he repeated the lines.
Percy’s jaw tightened. “I don’t know how a son of Neptune can drown. I can breathe underwater. But the crown of the legion—”
“That’s got to be the eagle,” Hazel said.
Percy nodded. “And Ella recited something like this once before, in Portland—a line from the old Great Prophecy. ”
“The what?” Frank asked.
“Tell you later. ” Percy turned his garden hose and shot another cannonball out of the sky.
It exploded in an orange fireball. The ogres clapped with appreciation and yelled, “Pretty! Pretty!”
“The thing is,” Frank said, “Ella remembers everything she reads. She said something about the page being burned, like she’d read a damaged text of prophecies. ”
Hazel’s eyes widened. “Burned books of prophecy? You don’t think—but that’s impossible!”
“The books Octavian wanted, back at camp?” Percy guessed.
Hazel whistled under her breath. “The lost Sibylline books that outlined the entire destiny of Rome. If Ella actually read a copy somehow, and memorized it—”
“Then she’s the most valuable harpy in the world,” Frank said. “No wonder Phineas wanted to capture her. ”
“Frank Zhang!” an ogre shouted from below. He was bigger than the rest, wearing a lion’s cape like a Roman standard bearer and a plastic bib with a lobster on it. “Come down, son of Mars! We’ve been waiting for you. Come, be our honored guest!”
Hazel gripped Frank’s arm. “Why do I get the feeling that ‘honored guest’ means the same thing as ‘dinner’?”
Frank wished Mars were still there. He could use somebody to snap his fingers and make his battle jitters go away.
Hazel believes in me, he thought. I can do this.
He looked at Percy. “Can you drive?”
“Sure. Why?”
“Grandmother’s car is in the garage. It’s an old Cadillac. The thing is like a tank. If you can get it started—”
“We’ll still have to break through a line of ogres,” Hazel said.
“The sprinkler system,” Percy said. “Use it as a distraction?”