Guido's wing slammed against the helicopter. He plummeted straight down with me

on his back, leaving Annabeth dangling from the side of the aircraft. I was so

terrified I could barely think, but as Guido spiraled I caught a glimpse of

Rachel pulling Annabeth inside the copter.

 

"Hang in there!" I yelled at Guido.

 

My wing, he moaned. It's busted.

 

"You can do it!" I desperately tried to remember what Silena used to tell us in

pegasus-riding lessons.

 

'Just relax the wing. Extend it and glide.

 

We fell like a rock — straight toward the pavement three hundred feet below. At

the last moment Guido extended his wings. I saw the faces of centaurs gaping up

at us. Then we pulled out of our dive, sailed fifty feet, and tumbled onto the

pavement — pegasus over demigod.

 

Ow! Guido moaned. My legs. My head. My wings.

 

Chiron galloped over with his medical pouch and began working on the pegasus.

 

I got to my feet. When I looked up, my heart crawled into my throat. The