The Last Olympian by Rick Riordan

souls.”
    “But if you do hear anything?” she pleaded, putting her hand on his arm. “Anything at all?”
    Nico’s cheeks got even brighter red. “Uh, you bet. I’ll keep my ears open.”
    “We’ll find him, Juniper,” I promised. “Grover’s alive, I’m sure. There must be a simple reason why he hasn’t contacted us.”
    She nodded glumly. “I hate not being able to leave the forest. He could be anywhere, and I’m stuck here waiting. Oh, if that silly goat has gotten himself hurt—”
    Mrs. O’Leary bounded back over and took an interest in Juniper’s dress.
    Juniper yelped. “Oh, no you don’t! I know about dogs and trees. I’m gone!”
    She went poof into green mist. Mrs. O’Leary looked disappointed, but she lumbered off to find another target, leaving Nico and me alone.
    Nico tapped his sword on the ground. A tiny mound of animal bones erupted from the dirt. They knit themselves together into a skeletal field mouse and scampered off. “I was sorry to hear about Beckendorf.”
    A lump formed in my throat. “How did you—”
    “I talked to his ghost.”
    “Oh . . . right.” I’d never get used to the fact that this twelve-year-old kid spent more time talking with the dead than the living. “Did he say anything?”
    “He doesn’t blame you. He figured you’d be beating yourself up, and he said you shouldn’t.”
    “Is he going to try for rebirth?”
    Nico shook his head. “He’s staying in Elysium. Said he’s waiting for someone. Not sure what he meant, but he seems okay with death.”
    It wasn’t much comfort, but it was something.
    “I had a vision you were on Mount Tam,” I told Nico. “Was that—”
    “Real,” he said. “I didn’t mean to be spying on the Titans, but I was in the neighborhood.”
    “Doing what?”
    Nico tugged at his sword belt. “Following a lead on . . . you know, my family.”
    I nodded. I knew his past was a painful subject. Until two years ago, he and his sister Bianca had been frozen in time at a place called the Lotus Hotel and Casino. They’d been there for like seventy years. Eventually a mysterious lawyer rescued them and checked them into a boarding school, but Nico had no memories of his life before the casino. He didn’t know anything about his mother. He didn’t know who the lawyer was, or why they’d been frozen in time or allowed to go free. After Bianca died and left Nico alone, he’d been obsessed with finding answers.
    “So how did it go?” I asked. “Any luck?”
    “No,” he murmured. “But I may have a new lead soon.”
    “What’s the lead?”
    Nico chewed his lip. “That’s not important right now. You know why I’m here.”
    A feeling of dread started to build in my chest. Ever since Nico first proposed his plan for beating Kronos last summer, I’d had nightmares about it. He would show up occasionally and press me for an answer, but I kept putting him off.
    “Nico, I don’t know,” I said. “It seems pretty extreme.”
    “You’ve got Typhon coming in, what . . . a week? Most of the other Titans are unleashed now and on Kronos’s side. Maybe it’s time to think extreme.”
    I looked back toward the camp. Even from this distance I could hear the Ares and Apollo campers fighting again, yelling curses and spouting bad poetry.
    “They’re no match for the Titan army,” Nico said. “You know that. This comes down to you and Luke. And there’s only one way you can beat Luke.”
    I remembered the fight on the Princess Andromeda . I’d been hopelessly outmatched. Kronos had almost killed me with a single cut to my arm, and I couldn’t even wound him. Riptide had glanced right off his skin.
    “We can give you the same power,” Nico urged. “You heard the Great Prophecy. Unless you want to have your soul reaped by a cursed blade . . .”
    I wondered how Nico had heard the prophecy— probably from some ghost.
    “You can’t prevent a prophecy,” I said.
    “But you can fight it.” Nico had a strange,