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SORRY EVERYONE! I'm so sorry you guys had to wait that long (if you even care) but I had to completely rewrite the whole thing, develop a new plot and everything! I caught myself before I strayed towards the clichés. I figured out what I'm going to do. And I didn't know people liked my one shot about Silena and Beckendorf, well, WOO HOO. Anywho, without further ado:
Danger is My Middle Name
Monsters, Heros, and Gods, Oh my!
The video sucked.
It was absolutely terrible. I learned more from Chiron taking a few trots out of his chair than watching a projected rerun of Greek puppets dancing about the Empire State building.
But the best part was the gods displayed in Technicolor as they gave many words of encouragement:
"Let us go forth to the Western world!" "The Titans have been defeated, so lets not have any more children..." Too late. "Let us not fight, brothers, for nothing will get done.' 'You're not doing such a great job ruling over Olympus, Zeus." And so on and so forth. I could go on about how the creator of this video confused scenes that were supposed to be of WWII with those of WWI, such as Trench Warfare and Ferdinand getting killed instead of marching Axis troops or a couple Concentration Camps, but, I'd rather not.
After laying down the rules of Camp Half-Blood, I couldn't help but think that camps across the nation had formed a union to sustain the same rules for every camp. There was this whole no using cell phones (granted, I don't own one) and don't stay up past curfew or else the Harpies will eat you nonsense. Even though I was at a special camp for half gods, does that really mean that every sleep away camp I'll ever go to will be the same as the other? No technology, no speaking someone's name in vain, no staying up past curfew, and no pranks! Give me a break, I'm only half human.
The whole, telling me I could see through what was called the mist (I always thought it was always called schizophrenia), and that I would be twice as vulnerable as any other mortal (being a demigod always had its perks) just seemed thoroughly depressing.
Not all of it's bad though; the tour was something to talk about. I don't think a camp could look any more dazzling. The architecture here looked like the Ancient Greek infrastructures I've only seen in books. The only thing out of place were the demigods ranging from five to twenty, all splashed with orange, and all have decided to modernize the camp (Make up kits, advanced laptops, portable Apple products, GPS, et cetera) as best as they seem fit. However unordinary it was to splice the different eras, this place needs a new film director, stat.
After Felix had come down to collect me, I was going to attack the editors fighting knowledge, when he smiled knowingly.
"You're not the only one, we've all seen that at one time or another," he jogged over to the projector and flipped the switch, plunging the room into darkness.
My pulse quickened at the lack of sight. There was a repetition of sounds that I had ignored before; Drip. A leaky pipe. Vmmmmm. A machine that probably helped the camp's prosperity for only the gods knew what. Felix seemed nervous, yet at ease; he fidgeted with the loop of his jeans, but inhaled and exhaled at a constant rate. Three seconds apart exactly; in. Out. In. Out. In. Out. Where was the door again? Were the stairs clinging to the vertical wall, or it's horizontal neighbor? Why hadn't I observed the room earlier? Oh yeah, I was too concerned with critiquing that movie.
"Do you feel it?" Felix asked almost casually. I was pretty annoyed to be honest. My stomach churned and my paranoia levels sky rocketed all because of that simple gesture of turning out everything I could see. Now I heard new noises, and focused on different aspects of the situation I was given. Wouldn't it be simpler to flip the switch?
"Feel what?" I asked with more than a hint of irritation. I swear I could've sensed him smile.
"Demigod Panic. Don't worry, you'll get use to it. But, for future advice, staying at camp is probably the safest thing in the world. Beyond these borders, as you mentioned before, it's hard to believe what terror it can bring to a person," with that, the upstairs door flew open, sunlight stung our eyes, and a furious voice met our ears.
"Felix-Get-Up-Here-Now!" Came a growl from above.
After jumping nearly ten feet in the air, and listening to Felix swear fluently, I finally found out about the blond's infamous ability in the gift of persuasion... and how it failed this time.
"But inside these borders, terror can come in many forms- Eh, Jake, how are you, cuz? Glad to see you breaking camp property! Have you met my dear friend, Gwen?" Plastering a fake smile on his face, he grasped my hand and nearly dislocated my shoulder as he ran towards the terror.
A gargantuan figure stood at the top of the stairs, and only increased in size as we ascended. He crossed his dark arms, as if suggesting that he was not going to take any bullshit today. His biceps flexed threateningly as he made a retort.
"Oh, no you don't, Darrow! You're not sweet talking me this time, I've learned my lesson. You owe me and Beckendorf money, and I'm here to collect. As for pulling a guilt trip, don't bother, Chiron won't care. Besides, I'll fix the door before dinner. And don't even go the poetry route dear cousin, because if you do I swear, the next arrow you'll use will go flying backwards instead of forwards!"
"Hey, no rhyme or reason to get hasty, you know I haven't got the money lately. I'll pay you back, just give me time. All will stay in check, every thing's fine! So please settle and meet my new friend. Don't you know her by now, she's Gwen? Why don't you two stay and chat? You obviously know where it's at! Meanwhile, I need to attend sick bay. Since this shall help me in my get-" After inching along in another direction for most of his lyrical improv, Felix turned to go, but Jake was faster and lunged for him,"-away," Felix sighed. Grabbing his shirt, Jake pulled the con poet back.
"Maybe you shouldn't rhyme your alternative motives," I suggested. Now I was the one smiling as our places have been turned. Felix was the one suffering from "Demigod Panic," I wondered how he was planning to get use to it.
"Let me express the urgency of this situation in terms that even you could understand: If you don't give the metal back to Beckendorf, your face will be the thing he shall morph!" Jake screamed in frustration, boring his eyes into Felix's, as if daring him to continue.
"Hey, I didn't know a child of Hephaestus could rhyme, nice couplet!" the blond idiot gave a cheesy thumbs up as Jake's knuckles tightened around the collar of his shirt. Finally, Felix slumped his shoulders and flipped his hair. Luck and sweet words weren't going to save him this time, "Look you do know it wasn't entirely my fault. Lee and Michael wanted to know if that particular metal-"
"-Martensitic stainless steel that took Charles and me a month to weld and shape since we combined it with chromium to make it corrosion resistant!" It was frightening how Jake's voice sounded so calm, but shook relentlessly. He gritted his teeth and pulled the front of Felix's shirt closer to him, making the arrogant one stand at his full height.
"Obviously it's a good piece of metal and-" Felix was cut off once more.
"Martensitic stainless-" Jake seethed as Felix rolled his eyes, interrupting him again.
Holding up his hands in failure, the blond sighed, "Okay, okay, obviously it's a good piece of martensitic stainless steel. Which is why, Lee, Michael and I, wanted to see if it's properties could hold celestial bronze or other magical substances..."
"Don't tell me you turned them into arrows."
"Okay, I won't then," Felix mumbled. It went on like that, a back and forth banter of excuses and angry outbursts. It got boring very quickly, all chances of an earlier fight diminished completely.
Glancing around the camp, the hideous monster came into sight again, or, as some people call it, Peleus. A prickly feeling crawled up my spine; it was definitely time to go. Nobody would've notice if I left just then, but I wasn't going to leave this place, not yet anyways. It would be a good chance to make some mental blueprints of the place.
I shivered as I waded in the Lake's extension of a creek, but I was glad I decided to wear flip flops today, although in the minority with most of the campers here (Nike sneakers and such). It was then I noticed what else I was wearing; a pair of jeans, but the hem had been singed off due to last night's difficulties, resulting in exposed ankles; a blue, long sleeved track shirt that embroidered the number twelve on the back, and a picture of converse with wings on the front (The irony was almost too much to bear); finally, I couldn't have been considered normal (or an official camper) without the orange advertisement over my first shirt.
As I got to the other side, I realized that I could've just jumped over the whole thing. I had been famous for the long jump at school. The creek was a little over ten feet in width, but I didn't have the right shoes, nor have I practiced my stretches. But most importantly, I wasn't about to just jump and possibly slip/fall into the rushing, cold water and dowse myself. Give me Peleus any day.
Ascent disturbed my thoughts; the sweetness of the red berries that dotted the ground. Over to my right, many of the strawberries were squashed and crumpled, its juices bleeding into the dirt. The sticks that had held the vines were broken and its wooden debris seemed to stab its neighbors; severing the umbilical chord to the strawberries, stopping the flow of nutrients.
"A tragic mess you made indeed," after jumping in the air once again, I dared not turn around to meet the mock-serious voice from behind. However, it continued anyway:
"To most campers, this is the part where I say something satirical and everyone takes it offensively, however, I'd rather not risk poisoning the air around the fruits of my labor by objectifying the downfall that all heroes seem to posses," I didn't understand, why would it matter? The strawberries are already gone. But, I guess, in a fit to prove me wrong, the toothpick knives drew out of the vines and rejoined with other pieces of wood to support the fruit. The ruined berries found their depth and absorbed their spilled juices; it looked as though someone was rewinding a scene of destruction from a non cable garden special.
"I'm sorry," were the only words I could think of to say, which ended up sounding pathetic. Why the hell should I care? They're just strawberries!
"Oh ho! Sincere are you? A first! The little brats here just decide to run amuck through my plants, thinking that, "Oh, he'll fix them, he is the god of vines of course!" So, I must come here every day to revive all of them without an apology! But you must have been the first camper in decades to realize the screw up, apologize for it, and figure out that I'm a god of some sorts in the first fifteen seconds upon meeting me. Pray tell, how do you do it?"
Wait a second, I knew this tone of boredom and sarcasm. It sounded appropriately conversational!
"Mr. D? Camp Director? Bacchus?" I turned to meet the dark curly hair framing a cherub-like face, that however, looked less angelic when his eyes were the same color as the strawberries.
"Oh, and I could just smell the grapes that emit from you."
The man's stout body racked with convulsing rage. The contradicting outfit ruffled about in what some could claim looked like an acid trip. I assumed he was mad, but nothing prepared me for the insight I was about to receive.
I locked eyes with him, which seemed like the biggest mistake I could've made. His eyes swirled terrifyingly, showing me images of past destruction and insanity that I'd rather not elaborate on. Tingles erupted from my fingers and toes in what I could deduce was from intoxication. I could tell, in all honesty, that I was not sober anymore.
With difficulty, I finally managed to break his hypnotic gaze, and once I did, I felt better. The headache and slight nausea were the only things that weren't normal.
"Let's get some things straight," the god began, regaining his composure as if nothing had happened and began to pace, "One: I Am Dionysus! Do not speak of Roman counterparts in front of the gods! Two: Never, never insult the gods, unless you wish to be struck down by some unnatural force of nature! And Three: The gods cannot interfere in the affairs of mortals, that is why I apologize for not killing you on the spot or turning you into Flipper today!" Dionysus steamed.
"There's always tomorrow," I pointed out with mock optimism. Sneering was a sport this Immortal knew well, he did it so perfectly, I felt tipsy at his own contempt for my sarcasm. I liked this man. He was a cynic.
Dionysus eyed me in confusion as I tried to scan the area behind the hills, once I caught his realization, I looked unwaveringly at the stables.
"How unordinary," he mused, as if sporting the opportunity to attack, "Due tell, do you enjoy not being the hero?" A Cheshire like smile formed on his face, literally, I thought the ends of his mouth would spiral inward. I had no idea what he was talking about of course, half playing along, half actual confusion.
"Define hero," I put simply, letting him get distracted as my eyes drifted to what was over those hills once again.
Dionysus snorted, but continued, "Hmm, if you've ever taken humanities, I'm sure you know the definition of the hero, or further examples would be: Luke Skywalker, Harry Potter, Perseus, Hercules/Heracles, whatever he's going by nowadays, and Jesus," I nodded, remembering that day in english class; I was barely paying attention and decided to stare out the window, wanting to go to the track meet.
"Then that definition is mixed with my theory of heros- they're stubborn as Hades, Poseidon and Zeus combined-" a crack of thunder reverberated through the sunny sky, the creek water splashed against the bank closest to us, and the ground made a point five on the Richter Scale. Mr. D. just waved his hand dismissively. "Heros aren't those who have greatness thrust upon them. A hero is someone who's fate has already been planned out from the beginning, and they throw themselves into quests, because they want to, without thinking, while bringing other people down along with them," the god grimaced at a strawberry stain on his already ludicrous shirt, snapped his fingers, and it disappeared. Instant Oxyclean.
"How do you know that I'm not a hero to begin with?" I asked, turning my body around, inconspicuously surveying the whole layout of camp.
"Because I already know that you're planning to leave camp when the moment's right, so, does it excite you to not be a hero?" Again, what was with this round of ques- Hold on a moment... Did he just say what I thought he just said? I turned to look him dead in the face, my brow crinkled.
"I suppose?" I said, doing what some would call a "face palm." I didn't understand at all! It was quite stupid, to say the least! Why did he care if I was a hero to him or not? What game is he playing at, saying things that I already know I'm planning to do?
"Don't be so bothered that I know what you're thinking, you'll have to get use to it pretty quick. In all honesty, I really don't care what you do, walk out, just leave for all I care. One less camper to deal with is one less mess to clean up."
His eyes softened just a bit, or was it just the sun? "I know you're not the hero," he began with a whisper, "because if you were, you'd be staying here for your own safety, but since your not, your risking your life to go out and save another. In this case, you're not the hero, but the martyr," I shivered uncontrollably at those words. That particular word always gave me trouble, that and freakin' water. Just what the hell was this place!
I thought back to his usual air of sarcasm around campers (or so I've been told) and changed the subject, "If you hate campers, then why in the world are you talking to me?" I should have said it more delicately, for Mr. D.'s eyes flared and I averted mine so as to not repeat the same mistake as before. I felt like a drunkard as Dionysus started on his small rampage.
"If-you-must-know!" He gritted those words through his teeth, then had perfect posture, clasped his hands behind his back, and circled me in a vulture-like way. "I have been forewarned about some heros and potential messes, talking to you just helped me pass the time," I didn't feel used, on the contrary, I was quite glad he wasn't talking to me as though it were a true heart to heart conversation.
"How did-" I never got the chance to ask any more than that. My instincts peaked when a hand flew in front of me and clasped my mouth. I kicked backwards at whoever it was, searching for the groin where I could induce real pain.
"Hello, Mr. D!"-wince- "Sorry about-ow-Gwen. She's-HADES-new and doesn't know- Grrr- much about god-STOP IT!-etiquette," Dionysus raised an eyebrow at Felix's attempt to weasel his way out of another situation. Arrow boy tightened his grip as I continued, in vain, to bite his thumb off. After that failed, I started punching his abdomen, trying to find his kidney.
In victory, I heard a pained groan from behind, then heavy breathing, and hot hair in my ear. "Stop-trying-to-handicap-me-I'm-doing-you-a-favor," Felix quickly whispered in pain.
"As you can see, Mr. D," the blond began, wincing as he found difficultly in breathing evenly, "Gwen here didn't mean any disrespect towards you because she is too stupid to realize that the gods are real and powerful and will kill her if she says anything insulting," I stomped on his foot and said a nasty obscenity.
"Mmfphmff," again, he tightened his grip and gritted his teeth.
"You hear that? Gwen says she's sorry, and hopes that you didn't take anything she said offensively," he concluded with his winning smile to seal the deal. Dionysus raised an eyebrow, rolled his eyes, and dismissed us to leave his presence.
"Do not be concerned, Felipe. I am a very merciful god, and I will erase memories of things said before me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must survey..." and with that, the Camp Director was gone.
Meanwhile, the idiot wrapped his arm around my shoulders and insistently directed me to the bank of the creek. I tore at his arm until he finally decided to let go of my face. "What the hell, Felix?" I gasped, exercising my jaw muscles so they wouldn't feel so sore.
"You're welcome," he spat. Now this really made me mad, not to mention a complete intrusion of personal space, but humiliating me in front of a god that I was having a not so pleasant conversation with. As we got closer to the bank, I hooked my foot around his ankle, felt his balance slip, and saw him fall into the grass.
"ARRGH!" bending down on one knee, I gripped the front of his shirt while sliding my left hand behind his neck, ensuring no funny business as I interrogated him.
"Why did you do that?" I yelled.
"How in the name of Zeus did you do that?" he asked in shock.
"Answer my question first!" I demanded, tightening my grip on his neck.
"Um, what was it I did that you find the need to incapacitate me for?"
This was quite aggravating, "Why did you cut me off, and apologize for me when I did absolutely nothing?" I screamed.
"Like hell you didn't. Beckendorf, Jake, and I could feel those waves of fury and alcohol that Mr. D. gave off when talking to you," Felix pointed out. I quickly turned my head around to confirm that there was another person there. He looked a lot like Jake, but he was taller and had a smile on his face as he watched me and Felix.
"How does that make any sense at all?" I questioned.
"Every god has an aura, duh," it was his turn to roll his eyes at me while I blinked in confusion. It did make sense. The blond used my hesitation, grasped my hand that was holding his shirt and plucked it off of his Hollister shirt, as if it were lint. I tightened my hold on his neck, and he winced.
"Okay, that still doesn't answer my question."
"Well, to put it in simplistic terms, Gwen," Felix began, "I saw you talking to a god, felt an angry aura, and deduced that you were making him mad. I proceeded to come to your aid by making up a lie and making your ignorance known, happy?" he sighed.
"No," I spat.
"Why? Considering you misunderstood everything when I helped you out of your screw up," he said.
"Well, it was... rude," I couldn't deny that what he did made sense, and I knew I would've gotten myself around the situation in the end, but I'm just not going to say that, now am I?
"And this isn't?" Dammit, he was logical.
"Point taken," I released my grasp and saw the weight I had held return to his body, and caught him unawares.
"Oof," I stood, brushing off dirt as he got up and started walking across the creek.
"You owe me one," Felix announced, turned around to meet my eyes as his expression became utterly shifty. I made a sound describing my disbelief to his statement.
"Whatever. You and I both know that your reason to leave those two was to get out of the discussion of, Hey, Felix owes us money," I said after crossing the creek with much care.
Felix didn't answer, but had a spring in his step when we were within ten feet of the bodybuilders.
"So, gentlemen," began the blond as he clasped his hands together, "have you met Gwen?"
"Hephaestus' Forge! What is wrong with you, Felix? Stop trying to distract us with stupid-"
"Not officially," the other cut off Jake, and gestured his hand to shake. I returned mine while Jake sulked sourly. If memory served me right, wasn't this Beckendorf, and didn't he...?
"You found me in the fields," I stated. Beckendorf's grin widened and his eyes seemed to smile.
"You were a tough one to find too, if I hadn't seen a lone foot sticking out, I would've never found you," he let go and commented on my firm handshake. I laughed at his joke and turned back to the other two while Beckendorf looked puzzled.
"Okay, now that we're finished with introductions," Jake began, "Can we please go back and-" a deafening shriek sliced through our eardrums. Clasping our ears in vain, each of us stumbled to the ground incapacitated from the banshee scream. It was sorrowful, distraught, loud...
"In the name of Zeus almighty, WHAT THE HADES?" Felix was the first to comment.
"Monster or damsel in distress?" Beckendorf asked, his muscles tensing up and his hands looking for any sort of weapon that he might've strung to his waist last minute.
"Both," I replied, my arms shook instinctively. All three turned in my direction when I ignored the anti-feminist suggestion. If they wanted to start a battle of the sexes, okay, but after we find who screamed.
We all jumped when two figures appeared on the hills, and realized that we were weaponless, except for Jake's dagger, but really!
Peleus stirred, and became erect. His tail swung to and fro dangerously as he gave a warning growl. He became submissive and let the figures run down the hill, one of them laboring with a bow and quiver over his shoulder and a black sword speckled with golden flakes. The other behind him happened to be a large black German Shepherd, keeping pace and barking.
"Is that who I think it is?" Beckendorf exclaimed.
"Dammit, Percy! What did you do now? Make more enemies?" Felix roared over another earth shattering scream. He ran to meet the black haired boy midway. It was then I noticed an odd sight, the one named Percy wore sunglasses, but had five more tucked in the collar of his shirt. He panted as he gave Felix the bow and quiver of arrows in exhaustion as the black dog circled them both, sniffing and barking.
"Actually, that's exactly what I did," was Percy's reply. He whispered quickly to Felix.
Felix continued his numerous hand gestures and Percy looked as though he was trying to explain himself as quickly as possible without falling over. In the end, Felix smacked his hand to his forehead, held out his arm as Percy gave him the black sword and five sunglasses.
Jogging back with the materials, Felix looked annoyed. He gripped his bow tightly as the German Shepherd came after him, coming up to us to investigate while Percy drew out a pen and went to the creek.
Felix threw the sword at Beckendorf who caught it with ease. "Take these," suggested the blond, giving us all a pair of sunglasses, but two to Jake. "We have trouble coming," the dog barked in agreement, "Jake, take those glasses to Chiron, and don't take yours off. Tell him to sound the alarm for Rapid Retreat for the rest of the campers, we can't have any fatalities today from those who get in the way," Felix instructed as another booming, heart wrenching yell met our ears, it was getting closer.
"What is it exactly that we're dealing with?" asked Jake in complete confusion. He was gripping his knife while looking at the glasses in disbelief.
"We don't have time for that, Jake! Just go and show those sunglasses to Chiron, he'll understand, and don't take them off. Now go!" We were stunned by the direct order, especially Jake. He was being talked down to by someone half his size, but he nodded and ran to the Big House anyway.
"In all honesty, Felix," Beckendorf began, "We should know what we're up against," he flipped his sword around in his hand, getting use to the weight and size as panic flittered in his eyes.
"Gorgons," we turned to acknowledge Percy's new energy and turned back to wait for the threat to come.
"You mean those monsters that turn people into stone, like Medusa?" I asked, suddenly becoming aware that I had no weapon.
Percy nodded and uncapped his pen, which should have surprised me when it grew to three feet in length, but I was enthralled by it. It's shimmery glow, the power of it. I followed it's pure goldenness as Percy continued. "Not Medusa, I took care of her years ago, these will be her
sisters."
"And how are we supposed to fight them if they can turn us into stone?" asked Felix.
Percy just tapped his glasses and they all put the shades on but me. "Okay, game plan," began water boy, shifting his eyes from one of us to another, "Felix, distraction-"
"What a surprise," the blond rolled his eyes under the glasses and nocked an arrow in place.
"-Make sure you go for Stheno, she's more savage than Euryale. Beckendorf, you're with me on offense, we'll be fighting off Stheno. And, err, chick with highlights-"
"Gwen," I growled.
"-Yeah, right, Gwen. You'll be defense, protecting the camp. If any one of them gets too close, just fight them off," Percy finished.
"Great plan, Percy," said Felix, "Except for a few things; This isn't plain old Capture the Flag, we might die, and how's Gwen going to fight without a weapon?"
"She'll have Trivia-" the black German Shepherd yipped as it's name was called and started to circle me, "-and Chiron and Jake will be coming back, so, no worries," was Percy's answer. It was strange how optimistic he was about this situation. Two Gorgons, and if I'm correct, Medusa's sisters were the immortal ones, against four demigods (one of them weaponless) and a dog, oh, and hopefully another demigod and a centaur.
A conch shell suddenly blew three times, all the campers closest to us were retreating to their cabins. I was surprised that none of them heard the deafening cries getting closer, they were so earsplitting. We all winced as another one came, it was so near it sounded as if the Gorgon was screaming right next to us.
"Brace yourselves," warned Percy as I finally decided to put on my shades. I looked through rose colored glasses, everything seemed bright and colorful, especially the two snake women at the top of the hill. Peleus went berserk, standing tall and swaying his tail, I shivered involuntarily at the beast ready to fight.
The women were calculating their moves and everyone else around them, well, one of them was. The other was trying to keep herself composed, her green and brown snakes slithered about, but they all looked crestfallen somehow. She seemed to be mumbling to herself, until she decided to let out another twisted bellow. The demigods with weapons gripped them in anticipation.
The other Gorgon was glowering at us all. She turned to her sister in a fit of rage. "Hush, Euryale! Do not give those brats the satisfaction from your grievances!" Stheno gnashed her teeth in fury and looked at us, our sunglasses straining against her flesh to stone gimmick. The red and yellow snakes hissed in response to their master's anger. Peleus whined uncomfortably at the reptiles, and got ready to hurl a fireball at them.
"Foolish demigods," Stheno ranted on, "You think killing our sister, Medusa, and having a barrier will scare us away. Think again!" She gripped Euryale's hand and put her own on the invisible dome that protected the camp, muttering incantations I couldn't understad.
"There's no way she can break the shield, right?" Beckendorf questioned immediately, tightening the hold on his sword.
"We're about to find out," said Percy, holding the golden wonder in his right hand.
Peleus had enough of the monsters trouble here and spewed out fire like there was no tomorrow. However, once the combusted gas reached the barrier, an internal crack could be heard. So gut wrenching and temple throbbing that the hope drained form all of our faces. It had been broken, and now the monsters could come.
"I have been forewarned about some heros and potential messes,"
Damn you Dionysus.
[A/N]
End of chapter two! Mauahahahaha, CLIFFHANGER ALERT! I hoped I kept Percy and Dionysus (not that much smack talk coming from him) in character, that's just my real worry right now. Btw, I found out that Stheno was the most worst Gorgon out of the three, she killed more men than both of her sisters combined, and her name means forceful. Euryale has this technique she's known for which is bellowing out like a banshee, so if you have guessed by now, she's mourning, and her name means far-roaming. Why does Medusa get all the credit here? Oh yeah, cause she's the mortal one. Anyway, I do want reviews and CC on my writing. A writer needs any sustenance they can get whether it be CC reviews, positive reviews, neutral reviews, bad reviews, flames. So, REVIEW! Keep writing and reading Fellow FanFictioners!
-Jinx