The End of Olympus

  For my family,

  those still with me

  and those who have gone ahead.

  Always with much love.

  And for Pegasus—

  It’s been an amazing ride, my sweetest friend.

  1

  “KEEP YOUR RIGHT ARM UP!”

  Emily raised her staff higher and stood before Diana, panting, sore, and exhausted, awaiting her next attack. When Diana lunged, Emily countered with a tumble and spin maneuver that saw her back on her feet and striking Diana’s staff from the side.

  In response, Diana dove down low and came back up under Emily’s defenses, knocking the staff from her hands. It flew several feet away and crashed to the ground.

  They had been training for most of the day, and the fatigue was starting to make Emily sloppy. Her long black hair swept into her eyes, and her hands were slippery from sweat. She was trembling with exertion as she retrieved her staff.

  They were in the remains of the amphitheater, on what was left of the stage. It would be some time before another performance could be hosted here, as most of the repairs to Olympus were focusing on the homes. The invasion by the Titans who had escaped the prison Tartarus had caused almost complete destruction, which the Olympians were only now recovering from.

  But while the amphitheater awaited repair, it made a very good training ground, with little chance of them being disturbed.

  “Higher!” Diana repeated as she attacked again. She cut down with her staff and slipped easily through Emily’s defenses, striking her in the side. Emily grunted and went down to her knees, gasping for breath.

  “You see, if you do not keep your arm up, you leave yourself vulnerable.”

  Behind her, Pegasus neighed loudly and came forward. He put himself between Diana and Emily and pawed the ground.

  “Yes, I know she is tired,” Diana said to the winged stallion. “But Emily has a body now. She must learn to use it properly and to protect it. She is an Olympian, and most of her powers are gone. If we ever go against the Titans again, she must be prepared to fight in hand-to-hand combat.”

  Emily looked up at Pegasus, grateful for the brief respite he’d given her. “I’m okay, Pegs. Diana’s right. I must learn this.” Still panting, she raised her staff, preparing to engage the powerful huntress once again.

  But Diana didn’t move. “No. Pegasus is correct. I am pushing you too hard. You may take the rest of the day off.”

  Emily glanced up at the sky and saw the clouds going pink as the sun started to set. There wasn’t much of a day left to take off. “Thank you,” she said. “Same time tomorrow?”

  Diana nodded. “We will start first thing with bow training and then move on to swords.” As she started to leave, Diana called back, “Pegasus, make sure she eats plenty of ambrosia. She needs to keep up her strength.”

  Emily pulled a towel down from Pegasus’s neck and watched Diana leave. “Does that woman ever get tired? Look at her. She didn’t even break a sweat or mess her hair. I’m soaked and hurt all over!”

  There was a twinkle in the stallion’s eyes, and Emily knew he was laughing at her. “Yes, I know, I’ve got a real body and I’m not used to doing these physical things. But I’m getting stronger. I can feel it.”

  Pegasus nickered and nodded.

  After she wiped her face, Emily looked around. Scars from the recent battle were everywhere. A whole section of the white marble amphitheater’s upper seats was gone completely. The statues along the avenues had all been broken and were only now being slowly replaced. Jupiter’s palace, containing the apartment she shared with her father, Pegasus, Joel, and Paelen was being rebuilt after the Titans had razed it to the ground.

  When the Titans had poured into Olympus, they’d destroyed everything in sight. Earth hadn’t fared much better. She and her friends had gone to Hawaii to look for a power shard that lay deep in the Diamond Head volcano and the Titans had followed them. The Hawaiian island of Oahu had suffered greatly as the Titans and Olympians had brought the war there—it had soon involved Pele and the powerful Hawaiian gods. Were it not for the intervention of the ancient Xan, Emily wondered what would have happened.

  Everything had changed on that one trip. She had changed more than she’d ever imagined possible and doubted if things could ever be the same again.

  Emily pressed her forehead to the stallion’s warm neck. “It’s all so different now, Pegs,” she said sadly. “Look, Joel and Chrysaor aren’t here—they’re probably holed up in Vulcan’s forge, doing their best to avoid me. Paelen is off somewhere with Lorin. Before, they’d have been here making fun of me and cheering me on.”

  Pegasus leaned his head back to her and nickered.

  “I know what you’re going to say. That I’m feeling sorry for myself. Maybe I am. But it just feels like everything is ending. I know things can’t stay the same, but why do they have to change so much?”

  She inhaled deeply and stroked his strong, muscled neck. “At least you’re still here. That’s all that matters. You and me—‘Team Pegasus’ forever.”

  Pegasus snorted again and lowered one of his wings to invite her up onto her back. Without hesitation, Emily climbed up. She didn’t care where they went, as long as they were together.

  The stallion’s hooves clicked on the marble stage as he started to trot and then entered a cantor. He opened his powerful wings and took off. Emily didn’t need to ask where they were going; she already knew.

  Her favorite place in all Olympus—the lake with its smooth, soft silver sand that went up to the warm waters. It was calm and still and always eased her troubled mind.

  As Pegasus winged his way over the damaged city, Emily was reminded of the phoenix legend. Olympus was rising once again from the ashes of destruction. Ahead she saw the Temple of the Flame, with the fire burning brightly in the plinth. It was one of the few places left undamaged. The Titans had recognized its value as much as the Olympians did. Their plan was to capture it along with Emily, to control her as much as they did Lorin. But they had failed. Now the Flame burned brightly, even if most of Emily’s powers were gone.

  Sometimes late at night when she was alone in her bedroom, Emily would test herself to see what powers she had left. She could still shoot flames from her hands and hone them down into laser flame. If she concentrated very hard, she could move objects with her mind and could levitate. But it wasn’t as easy as it had been before, and she would never risk trying to fly again. All the powers had seemed so scary in the beginning. Now she missed them.

  Each day Emily discovered something else she’d lost. There were so many little things she’d grown accustomed to that were gone. She was grateful that she still had the power to heal with a touch, but now, when she used her healing powers, she was left feeling tired and drained.

  Riza said it would take time for her to adjust to her new life—“Emily Version II”—as she teasingly called her. And Riza was right. One of the hardest things for Emily to adjust to was not having the gentle Xan’s guiding voice in her head.

  In order to save them both, Riza’s father had separated them. He’d given Emily her Olympian body and had restored Riza. Riza was now a full, immensely powerful and super-tall Xan living on Xanadu. One of the oldest worlds in the universe, Xanadu had become a sanctuary for the people and animals of dying worlds. They were brought there and protected by the ancient Xan. Now that Riza was fully back to herself, she remained guardian of the unique sanctuary. Occasionally she would “pop” over to Olympus for a visit, but most of her time was spent taking care of the inhabitants of Xanadu.

  Emily missed her more than she’d expected. Riza had been a part of her for so long; it was like losing a twin sister, and their separation was painful.

  Pegasu
s nickered and drew Emily from her thoughts. They were approaching the silver lake. As the stallion came lower in the sky, Emily saw that their beach was not empty. Unfortunately, one of the visitors to the lake was someone Pegasus absolutely hated.

  “It’s all right, Pegs,” Emily said reassuringly. “We don’t have to go down. We can just fly around for a while.”

  Pegasus snorted again and continued his descent. He whinnied angrily.

  This call was answered by another loud, shrill whinny.

  “Pegs, no, please, you can’t fight him!” Emily clutched his mane tightly. “Just leave them alone. We can go someplace else.”

  Pegasus was trembling beneath her as he touched down on the sand and trotted closer to his clone, Tornado Warning.

  The clone was just as angry to see the original on the beach. His wings fluttered, his eyes went wide and wild, and his nostrils flared in threat.

  “Tornado, stop,” Lorin called. “Calm down. He’s not here to harm you.” The tall, beautiful blond Titan was standing at Tornado Warning’s head and stroking the angry stallion’s muzzle.

  Emily wasn’t sure what bothered her most. Pegasus’s anger, or seeing Lorin and Paelen walking together with Tornado Warning on her secret beach—the one place in Olympus where she and Pegasus could go to be completely alone. Emily felt more than a trace of betrayal that Paelen had brought Lorin here.

  She knew Pegasus felt the same seeing Tornado Warning.

  Lorin had fallen instantly in love with Pegasus the moment she’d first seen him. But knowing she could never possess the free-spirited winged stallion, Jupiter had given her the next best thing—Pegasus’s clone, created in the Area 51 laboratory by the evil government agency the Central Research Unit. The CRU had created many clones of Olympians, and although Jupiter promised to take care of them all, there were some that still caused a lot of trouble. Tornado Warning was one of them.

  While he was identical to Pegasus in every way, it was only a physical match. Where Pegasus was an intelligent and respected citizen of Olympus, Tornado Warning was just a flying horse. His behavior was pure equine with none of the grace or elegance of the original.

  The one thing they did share was a burning hatred for each other. “It’s all right, Pegs,” Emily said. “Let’s just go!”

  “No, wait!” Lorin called as she stroked Tornado’s neck to calm him. “These two should become friends.”

  “I do not think that is a good idea,” Paelen warned. “They have a history that is not good.”

  “I am sure if they spent time together . . .”

  “Lorin, no,” Emily said forcefully. “You cannot force friendship on anyone. Pegasus is free to choose who he wants to be friends with. Tornado Warning isn’t one of them.”

  Paelen wouldn’t meet Emily’s eyes. She could feel his discomfort at being caught in what was understood to be Emily and Pegasus’s private place. “Come,” he said to Lorin. “We should go.”

  “Why? We were here first.” Lorin pouted. “This is our special place. If they do not like us here, they can go. But I am not leaving.”

  Emily felt her own temper flare. Since Lorin had come to live in Olympus, the tension between her and Emily had not eased. In fact, it had grown. Like Pegasus with Tornado Warning, there was no way Emily and Lorin could ever be friends.

  Looking back at Paelen’s discomfort, it was obvious this wasn’t the first time they’d been here. She watched him closely and could see the conflict in his face. Paelen was loyal to Emily, but he had developed feelings for Lorin and didn’t want to disappoint her.

  Paelen was a warm, loving person who had been alone for a long time. He deserved all the happiness in the world, and Emily was glad he’d found someone. She just wished it had been anyone but Lorin. Though she couldn’t blame him. Lorin was stunningly beautiful, vulnerable, and capable of great kindness—when she wasn’t being a spoiled brat. Most of all, Lorin adored him.

  “No, Paelen, it’s all right,” Emily said. “We’ll go.” She gave Pegasus a quick nudge. “Come on, Pegs, let’s just get out of here.”

  Pegasus was pawing the sand and snorting at Tornado Warning. But with Emily’s gentle prodding, he finally turned away from his clone. But with each step he took, Emily could feel his hesitation. Despite everything, Pegasus still wanted to fight.

  When Tornado whinnied again, Pegasus looked back. “Pegs, please, I really need to get out of here now.”

  Pegasus was quivering as he started to trot and then opened his wings and took off. Emily understood how he felt because she felt exactly the same. That beach was their escape. Now that was gone, and it only made her feel worse.

  “Let’s just go home,” she said sadly.

  With Jupiter’s palace destroyed, Emily and her family were scattered around Olympus, staying with other families. Emily and Pegasus were now living with Alexis and Tom—the two Sphinxes—on the far side of the city. Her father was sharing quarters with Hercules, while Diana had moved in with her twin brother, Apollo. Joel was now living at Vulcan’s forge, and Paelen—well, Paelen moved around a lot and didn’t call any one place home.

  When the palace was rebuilt, Emily was certain everything would return to normal. But until then they would have to wait.

  Pegasus landed outside the tall cave Tom and Alexis called home. Despite its wild, rough exterior, when they passed through the entrance, the inside was as opulent as Jupiter’s palace. Because they were Sphinxes, Tom and Alexis didn’t use chairs. Instead, large, fluffy throw cushions were scattered around the carpeted floor. Tables were much shorter, and dishes, well, they were optional—though Tom was doing his best to try to get Alexis to use cutlery, despite their large lion’s paws.

  The walls of the cave were draped in tapestries with woven images showing Olympus in its glory. Near the back of the cave were several statues that had been saved from destruction. When the restorations were complete, these would be returned to Jupiter’s palace.

  Off the main cave were several secondary caves. These served as bedrooms, and one was used as a small kitchen area.

  Emily slid down from Pegasus’s back and patted the stallion. “We’ll find somewhere else to go walking.”

  “Walking where?” Tom padded out from the kitchen area.

  He was still a sight to see, and in all honesty, Emily was surprised by how much being a Sphinx suited him. His upper torso was muscular and bare and his head and face were the same, though he was letting his hair grow long like a lion’s mane. After that, everything about him was different. He had a massive set of eagle’s wings folded neatly along his lion’s body. His arms and legs were those of a lion, with paws instead of hands or feet, and he had a long tail that swished with every movement.

  Looking at him, Emily could hardly remember what he’d looked like as a man—let alone a CRU agent. There was one thing that was obvious: He was happy. When Alexis appeared beside him, his face lit with joy.

  Emily felt like an intruder in their home. They had only recently been joined in an Olympian union ceremony, and she hated to disturb what was essentially their honeymoon. But both Tom and Alexis had insisted that she and Pegasus stay with them while the palace was being rebuilt.

  “How did the training with Diana go?” Tom asked.

  “Fine, I guess,” Emily answered softly. “If you don’t mind being tortured by a female Attila the Hun.”

  “I’m sure she’s not that bad,” Alexis said.

  Emily held up her arm where a new bruise was coming to the surface. “Oh no? Even my bruises have bruises.”

  “Well, I’ve drawn you a nice hot bath,” Alexis said. “We still have some time before supper. Why don’t you take a break?”

  • • •

  Emily lounged in the bath, trying to ease her stiff muscles. It had been so long since she’d had a body, she’d forgotten all the little things that could hurt.

  Laughter filtered in from the other part of the cave, and she could hear Pegasus nickering lightly. She w
as glad they were happy. She just wished she could share it. But as she lay back, her long black hair billowed around her.

  Black hair, instead of the auburn she’d always had. Her legs were much longer too. And her fingers—they seemed impossibly long and fine. Everything had changed.

  When she finished bathing, Emily climbed from the tub, jumping when she caught her reflection in the mirror. She still wasn’t used to seeing the stranger that was now her.

  Emily walked closer to the glass and studied her new face. Her eyes were now a deep sapphire blue with white specks. Riza had given her those specks by slipping some of herself into the mix when her father created a new body for Emily. The skin was smooth without a mark or blemish on it. She was so much taller than before and perfectly proportioned. Everything about her new body was beautiful and perfect. So perfect, in fact, that Emily hated it.

  It was hard to admit, but Emily hated everything about her new life. Her new body, her limited powers, and especially the way everyone looked at her. Inside she was still the same, but the outside had changed, and she missed the person she used to be.

  But if she couldn’t accept herself, how could she expect others to accept her? It made no sense. “Emily Version II” was stunning. Tall and beautiful, she was a younger version of Diana, with all of her grace and elegance. But still, Emily would have traded anything to have her old body back, with all its faults.

  “Emily, are you finished? It’s time to eat,” Tom’s voice called.

  “Be right there.” It was unbearable to hear her voice coming from that perfect person reflected in the mirror. “Break all the mirrors,” she said softly to herself. “That’s what I’ll do. Problem solved.”

  She dressed and walked into her bedroom. Tom was there with a sympathetic smile on his face. “Emily, sit down for a moment. I’d like to talk to you.”

  When she sat, he sat down on the floor beside her. “You know, in all of Olympus, I think I’m the one who understands most what you’re going through.”

  Emily had been trying to hide her feelings from everyone. But the way Tom was looking at her, she knew she’d failed. “What do you mean?”