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The Permission of a Parent

Paul: An invasion of New York? Is that even possible? How could we not see the...the monsters?

Theo: I don't know. I don't see how Kronos could just march into Manhattan, but the Mist is strong. Typhon is trampling across the country right now, and mortals think he's a storm system.

Nico: Ms. Jackson, Percy needs your blessing. The process has to start that way. I wasn't sure until we met Luke's mom, but now I'm positive. This has only been done successfully twice before. Both times, the mother had to give her blessing. She had to be willing to let her son take the risk.

Sally: You want me to bless this? (shakes her head) It's crazy. Percy, please—

Percy: Mom, I can't do it without you.

Sally: And if you survive this...this process?

Percy: Then I go to war. Me against Kronos. And only one of us will survive.

I didn't tell her the whole prophecy—about the soul reaping and the end of my days. She didn't need to know that I was probably doomed. I could only hope I'd stop Kronos and save the rest of the world before I died.

Sally: You're my son. I can't just...

I could tell I'd have to push her harder if I wanted her to agree, but I didn't want to. I remembered poor Ms. Castellan in her kitchen, waiting for her son to come home. And I realized how lucky I was. My mom had always been there for me, always tried to make things normal for me, even with the gods and monsters and stuff. She put up with me going off on adventures, but now I was asking her blessing to do something that would probably get me killed.

I locked eyes with Paul, and some kind of understanding passed between us.

Paul: (puts his hand on Sally's) Sally. I can't claim to know what you and Percy have been going through all these years. But it sounds to me...it sounds like Percy is doing something noble. I wish I had that much courage.

I got a lump in my throat. I didn't get compliments like that too much.

My mom stared at her lemonade. She looked like she was trying not to cry. I thought about what Hestia had said, about how hard it was to yield, and I figured maybe my mom was finding that out.

Sally: Percy, I give you my blessing.

I didn't feel any different. No magic glow lit the kitchen or anything.

I glanced at Nico.

He looked more anxious than ever, but he nodded.

Nico: You're ready.

Sally: Percy. One last thing. If you...if you survive this fight with Kronos, send me a sign.

She rummaged through her purse and handed me her cell phone.

Percy: Mom, you know demigods and phones—

Sally: I know. But just in case. If you're not able to call...maybe a sign that I could see from anywhere in Manhattan. To let me know you're okay.

Paul: Like Theseus. He was supposed to raise white sails when he came home to Athens.

Nico: Except he forgot. And his father jumped off the palace roof in despair. But other than that, it was a great idea.

Sally: What about a flag or a flare? From Olympus—the Empire State Building.

Percy: Something blue.

We'd had a running joke for years about blue food. It was my favorite color, and my mom went out of her way to humor me. Every year my birthday cake, my Easter basket, my Christmas candy canes always had to be blue.