Mr. D took a good long drink. His eyes never left the video game. "The truth is,

Pierre — "

 

"Percy." " — the other gods would never admit this, but we actually need you

mortals to rescue Olympus. You see, we are manifestations of your culture. If

you don't care enough to save Olympus yourselves — "

 

"Like Pan," I said, "depending on the satyrs to save the Wild."

 

"Yes, quite. I will deny I ever said this, of course, but the gods need heroes.

They always have.

 

Otherwise we would not keep you annoying little brats around."

 

"I feel so wanted. Thanks."

 

"Use the training I have given you at camp."

 

" What training?"

 

"You know. All those hero techniques and . . . No!" Mr. D slapped the game

console. "Na pari i eychi! The last level!"

 

He looked at me, and purple fire flickered in his eyes. "As 1 recall, I once