The Great Adventure of Perseus

CHAPTER 9:


Everyone was distraught after the "Junkyard incident", especially Thalia. She was like in a "silence mode" since they resume their quest. After giving a quick death rite they found a tow truck at the edge of the dump which was old, but the engine ran and it had a full tank of gas so they decided to borrow it. Thalia drove it and no one complained. She navigated through the desert under a clear blue skies but it seemed like an insult after they lost Percy.

Bianca's hand was griping the little figurine that had cost someone life and that someone was none other than Percy Jackson, the boy she looked up to and saw as someone she could trust but dead because of her.

"It should've been me," she said. "I should've listened to him. It's my fault."

"Don't say that." Zoe said in a calm voice but her face showed that she was holding her emotion back. Just then the truck ran out of gas at the edge of a river canyon. Thalia got off and slammed the door. Immediately one of the tires blew.

'Great.' Zoe thought. Walking was the only option which didn't seem that effective but half a mile up the river they spotted a cabin near the shore which just so happen to be a canoe rental operation.

"We need to go upstream," Zoe said. "The rapids are too swift."

"I think I can help." Grover said as he knee-led down by the stream.


The canoe sped up the river, the cliffs looming up on either side of it. Grover somehow convinced some group of Naiads to steer them up the river. Zoe hated the Naiads but right now she had more things to be concerned about than those water spirits.

"Do you miss him?" She asked Thalia, who had been silence since the junkyard event. Thalia glared at her, wanting to punch the hunter but eventually said, "It's nothing you need to concern yourself with."

"It about Perseus isn't it?" Zoe asked.

Thalia's angry quickly drained away, sadness washing over again. She replied in a cold tone."Why talk of him now? You never liked him anyway. You must be happy that he is gone."

Anything would have worked but this was like a tight slap to her face.

"No." Thalia raised her eyebrows at that reply.

Thalia frowned. "What do you mean 'No-"

Just before Thalia could finish her question the naiad made a gurgling sound. The canoe was slowing down. She looked up and saw why. The river was blocked by a dam the size of a football stadium.

"Hoover Dam," She said forgetting all about the conversation. "It's huge."

They stood at the river's edge, looking up at a curve of concrete that loomed between the cliffs. People walking along the top of the dam looked so tiny that they looked like fleas. The canoes floated back downstream, swirling in the wake from the dam's discharge vents.

"Over two hundred meters tall," Bianca said."Built in the 1930s."

"Five million cubic acres of water," Thalia said.

Grover sighed. "Largest construction project in the United States."

Zoe stared at her three companions. "How do you know all that?"

"Uh...I...Um…I learned it back at Westover hall." Bianca said while trying to hide her blush.

Zoe nodded then looked at Grover and Thalia for answers.

"Annabeth." Grover said. "She liked architecture."

"She was nuts about monuments," Thalia said.

"Spouted facts all the time." Grover sniffled. "So annoying."

Thalia nodded and looked up the dam. "We should go up there."

"You are mad," Zoe decided. "But that's where the road is." She pointed to a huge parking garage next to the top of the dam. "And so sightseeing it is."

They found a path that led up to the road. As they made their way up the path, Grover smelled something wired. Something wired that his nose was used to.

Monsters.


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