Cori Jackson and the Lightning Thief
Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson
Chapter 10: Auntie Snake-Head takes a photo
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In a way, it's nice to know there are Greek gods out there, because you have somebody to blame when things go wrong. For instance, when you're walking away from a bus that's just been attacked by monster hags and blown up by lightning, and it's raining on top of everything else, most people might think that's just really bad luck; when you're a half-blood, you understand that some divine force really is trying to mess up your day.
That's exactly what happened to me. Seriously, it's like I offended Tyche or something. Maybe she just hates demigods in general. Or she has a thing for children of Poseidon. Whatever it is, I'll never know.
So there we were, Annabeth, Will, Grover and I, walking through the woods along the New Jersey riverbank, the glow of New York City making the night sky yellow behind us, and the smell of the Hudson reeking in our noses.
Grover was shivering and braying, his big goat eyes turned slitpupiled and full of terror. "Three Kindly Ones. All three at once. "
I was pretty much in shock myself. The explosion of bus windows still rang in my ears, but I wasn't showing anything. At least, I was trying not to. But Annabeth kept pulling us along, saying: "Come on! The farther away we get, the better. "'
"All our money was back there, " I reminded her. "Our food and clothes. Everything. "
"Well, maybe if you hadn't decided to jump into the fight—"
"What did you want me to do? Let you get killed? Become demigod-kebab?" I yelled.
"We could've handled ourselves just fine!" snapped Annabeth.
"Sliced like sandwich bread, " Grover put in, "but fine. "
"Guys, we can't afford any more fights," Will cut in. "If we're on this quest together, then we'll gonna work together. What happened it's not our fault. End of discussion."
I shut my mouth after that. Will could be very persuasive when he wanted to.
We sloshed across mushy ground, through nasty twisted trees that smelled like sour laundry.
After a few minutes, Annabeth fell into line next to me. "Look, I. . . " Her voice faltered. "I appreciate your coming back for us, okay? That was really brave. "
"Thanks."
She was silent for a few more steps. "It's just that if you died . . . Aside from the fact that it would really suck for you, it would mean the quest was over. This may be my only chance to see the real world."
The thunderstorm had finally let up. The city glow faded behind us, leaving us in almost total darkness. I couldn't see anything of Annabeth except a glint of her blond hair.
"You haven't left Camp Half-Blood since you were seven, have you?" I asked her.
"No . . . Only short field trips. My dad—"
"The history professor. "
"Yeah. It didn't work out for me living at home. I mean, Camp Half-Blood is my home. " She was rushing her words out now, as if she were afraid somebody might try to stop her. "At camp you train and train. And that's all cool and everything, but the real world is where the monsters are. That's where you learn whether you're any good or not. "
If I didn't know better, I could've sworn I heard doubt in her voice.
"You're pretty good with that knife, " I said, smiling weakly at her, even though I doubt she saw me.
"You think so?"
"Anybody who can piggyback-ride a Fury is okay by me."
I couldn't really see, but I thought she might've smiled.
"You know, " she said, "maybe I should tell you . . . Something funny back on the bus . . . "
Whatever she wanted to say was interrupted by scream, followed by a 'shoo'.
I quickly looked at Grover, "Are you alright?" I asked.
"Yes, just. . ."
"Just what?"
"Rabbits. I saw a rabbit," he answered, rather shortly in my opinion.
"What about rabbits?" I asked confused.
"Rabbits. Big bullies they are. Always mocking us, satyrs. Behaving all strong and mighty," he said grumpily.
I stared at him blankly. Weren't satyrs supposed to be good with animals? Eh, well. . . Grover's always been weird.
"Well. . . we're going to finish this quest and then. . . work on you rabbit phobia."
He then, started to play on his pipes, making a sound like an owl being tortured. It was supposed to be a 'find the path' kind of song. Instead of finding a path, I immediately slammed into a tree and got a nice-size knot on my head.
"Ouch," I said weakly, rubbing my forehead.
Add to the list of superpowers I did not have: infrared vision.
After tripping and cursing and generally feeling miserable for another mile or so, I started to see light up ahead: the colors of a neon sign. I could smell food. Fried, greasy, excellent food. I realized I hadn't eaten anything unhealthy since I'd arrived at Half-Blood Hill, where we lived on grapes, bread, cheese, and extra-lean-cut nymph-prepared barbecue. This girl needed a double cheeseburger.
We kept walking until I saw a deserted two-lane road through the trees. On the other side was a closed- down gas station, a tattered billboard for a 1990s movie, and one open business, which was the source of the neon light and the good smell.
It wasn't a fast-food restaurant like I'd hoped. It was one of those weird roadside curio shops that sell lawn flamingos and wooden Indians and cement grizzly bears and stuff like that. The main building was a long, low warehouse, surrounded by acres of statuary. The neon sign above the gate was impossible for me to read, because if there's anything worse for my dyslexia than regular English, it's red cursive neon English.
To me, it looked like: ATNYU MES GDERAN GOMEN MEPROUIM.
"What the heck does that say?" I asked.
"I don't know, " Will said.
Grover translated: "Aunty Em's Garden Gnome Emporium. "
Flanking the entrance, as advertised, were two cement garden gnomes, ugly bearded little runts, smiling and waving, as if they were about to get their picture taken.
I crossed the street, following the smell of the hamburgers.
Hey . . . " Grover warned.
"The lights are on inside, " Annabeth said. "Maybe it's open. "
"Snack bar, " Will said wistfully.
"Snack bar, " I agreed.
"Are you all crazy?" Grover said. "This place is weird. "
We ignored him.
The front lot was a forest of statues: cement animals, cement children, even a cement satyr playing the pipes, which gave Grover the creeps.
"Bla-ha-ha!" he bleated. "Looks like my Uncle Ferdinand!"
We stopped at the warehouse door.
"Don't knock, " Grover pleaded. "I smell monsters."
"Your nose is clogged up from the Furies, " Annabeth told him. "All I smell is burgers. Aren't you hungry?"
"Meat!" he said scornfully. "I'm a vegetarian. "
"You eat cheese enchiladas and aluminum cans, " I reminded him.
"Those are vegetables." Will snorted at that. "Come on. Let's leave. These statues are . . . Looking at me. "
Then the door creaked open, and standing in front of us was a tall Middle Eastern woman—at least, I assumed she was Middle Eastern, because she wore a long black gown that covered everything but her hands, and her head was completely veiled. Her eyes glinted behind a curtain of black gauze, but that was about all I could make out. Her coffee-colored hands looked old, but well-manicured and elegant, so I imagined she was a grandmother who had once been a beautiful lady.
Her accent sounded vaguely Middle Eastern, too. She said, "Children, it is too late to be out all alone. Where are your parents?"
"They're . . . Um . . . " Annabeth started to say.
"We're orphans," I quickly lied. Will and Grover raised an eyebrow.
"Orphans?" the woman said. The word sounded alien in her mouth. "But, my dears! Surely not!"
"The woman that runs our orphanage. . . she makes us do chores all day long, and we aren't allowed to eat, if we haven't finished everything . The food supplies are running low too. She beats us up, when she isn't happy with everything," I cried. "That's why we ran away. Please don't take us back there," I pleaded. Our appearance must've been pretty convincing, you know, ripped clothes, dust on the face— that kind of stuff. She offered us a sweet smile and let us in.
"Running away from an orphanage? Really?" Annabeth asked dryly.
"What was I supposed to say? That we ran away from our circus caravan and that the ring master told us to stay at the gas station if we got lost?" I asked. Even the idea was me laugh.
"Your head's full of Kelp," Will declared.
"Oh really Mr. Sunshine?" I asked, my brows raised.
He chose to remain silent.
Smart boy.
The warehouse was filled with more statues—people in all different poses, wearing all different outfits and with different expressions on their faces. I was thinking you'd have to have a pretty huge garden to fit even one of these statues, because they were all life-size. But mostly, I was thinking about food.
Go ahead, call me an idiot for walking into a strange lady's shop like that just because I was hungry, but I do impulsive stuff sometimes. Plus, you've never smelled Aunty Em's burgers. The aroma was like laughing gas in the dentist's chair—it made everything else go away. I barely noticed Grover's nervous whimpers, or the way the statues' eyes seemed to follow me, or the fact that Aunty Em had locked the door behind us.
All I cared about at the moment was food.
"Please, sit down, " Aunty Em said.
"Awesome, " I said.
"Um, " Grover said reluctantly, "we don't have any money, ma'am."
Before I could jab him in the ribs, Aunty Em said, "No, no, children. No money. This is a special case, yes? It is my treat, for such nice orphans. "
"Thank you, ma'am, " Annabeth said.
Aunty Em stiffened, as if Annabeth had done something wrong, but then the old woman relaxed just as quickly, so I figured it must've been my imagination.
"Quite all right, Annabeth, " she said. "You have such beautiful gray eyes, child. " Only later did I wonder how she knew Annabeth's name, even though we had never introduced ourselves.
Our hostess disappeared behind the snack counter and started cooking. Before we knew it, she'd brought us plastic trays heaped with double cheeseburgers, vanilla shakes, and XXL servings of French fries.
I was halfway through my burger before I remembered to breathe.
Annabeth slurped her shake.
Will was eating a little of everything, enjoying himself.
Grover picked at the fries, and eyed the tray's waxed paper liner as if he might go for that, but he still looked too nervous to eat.
"What's that hissing noise?" he asked.
I listened, but didn't hear anything. Annabeth shook her head.
"Hissing?" Aunty Em asked. "Perhaps you hear the deep-fryer oil. You have keen ears, Grover."
"I take vitamins. For my ears. "
"That's admirable, " she said. "But please, relax. "
Aunty Em ate nothing. She hadn't taken off her head-dress, even to cook, and now she sat forward and interlaced her fingers and watched us eat. It was a little unsettling, having someone stare at me when I couldn't see her face, but I was feeling satisfied after the burger, and a little sleepy, and I figured the least I could do was try to make small talk with our hostess.
"So, you sell gnomes, " I said, trying to sound interested.
"Oh, yes, " Aunty Em said. "And animals. And people. Anything for the garden. Custom orders. Statuary is very popular, you know. "
"A lot of business on this road?"
"Not so much, no. Since the highway was built. . . Most cars, they do not go this way now. I must cherish every customer I get. "
My neck tingled, as if somebody else was looking at me. I turned, but it was just a statue of a young girl holding an Easter basket. The detail was incredible, much better than you see in most garden statues. But something was wrong with her face. It looked as if she were startled, or even terrified.
"Ah, " Aunty Em said sadly. "You notice some of my creations do not turn out well. They are marred. They do not sell. The face is the hardest to get right. Always the face. "
"You make these statues yourself?" I asked.
"Oh, yes. Once upon a time, I had two sisters to help me in the business, but they have passed on, and Aunty Em is alone. I have only my statues. This is why I make them, you see. They are my company. " The sadness in her voice sounded so deep and so real that I couldn't help feeling sorry for her.
Annabeth had stopped eating. She sat forward and said, "Two sisters?"
"It's a terrible story, " Aunty Em said. "Not one for children, really. You see, Annabeth, a bad woman was jealous of me, long ago, when I was young. I had a. . . A boyfriend, you know, and this bad woman was determined to break us apart. She caused a terrible accident. My sisters stayed by me. They shared my bad fortune as long as they could, but eventually they passed on. They faded away. I alone have survived, but at a price. Such a price. "
I wasn't sure what she meant, but I felt bad for her. My eyelids kept getting heavier, my full stomach making me sleepy. Poor old lady. Who would want to hurt somebody so nice?
Will and Annabeth exchanged some looks. Finally Will nodded and grabbed my arm making me stand up.
"Cori," he said. " I think we should go now. We must've bothered Auntie Em a lot."
He sounded tense. I wasn't sure why. Will is usually really easy-going. Grover was eating the waxed paper off the tray now, but if Aunty Em found that strange, she didn't say anything.
"Such beautiful gray eyes, " Aunty Em told Annabeth again. "My, yes, it has been a long time since I've seen gray eyes like those. "
She reached out as if to stroke Annabeth's cheek, but Annabeth stood up abruptly.
"We really should go. "
"Yes!" Grover swallowed his waxed paper and stood up. "Right!"
I didn't want to leave. I felt full and content. Aunty Em was so nice. I wanted to stay with her a while.
"Please, dears, " Aunty Em pleaded. "I so rarely get to be with children. Before you go, won't you at least sit for a pose?"
"A pose?" Annabeth asked warily.
"A photograph. I will use it to model a new statue set. Children are so popular, you see. Everyone loves children. "
I felt Will move nervously. "I don't think we can, ma'am. Come on, Cori—"
"Sure we can, " I said. I was irritated with Annabth and Will, being so much of an idiot, so rude to an old lady who'd just fed us for free. "It's just a photo, guys. What's the harm?"
"Yes, children, " the woman purred. "No harm. "
I could tell Annabeth didn't like it, but she allowed Aunty Em to lead us back out the front door, into the garden of statues.
Aunty Em directed us to a park bench next to the stone satyr. "Now, " she said, "I'll just position you correctly. The young girls in the middle, I think, and the two young gentlemen on either side. "
"Not much light for a photo, " I remarked.
"Oh, enough, " Aunty Em said. "Enough for us to see each other, yes?"
"Where's your camera?" Grover asked.
Aunty Em stepped back, as if to admire the shot. "Now, the face is the most difficult. Can you smile for me please, everyone? A large smile?"
Grover glanced at the cement satyr next to him, and mumbled, "That sure does look like Uncle Ferdinand."
"Grover, " Aunty Em chastised, "look this way, dear. "
She still had no camera in her hands.
"Cori—" Annabeth said.
Some instinct warned me to listen to Annabeth, but I was fighting the sleepy feeling, the comfortable lull that came from the food and the old lady's voice.
"I will just be a moment, " Aunty Em said. "You know, I can't see you very well in this cursed veil. . . . "
"Cori, something's wrong, " Annabeth insisted.
"Wrong?" Aunty Em said, reaching up to undo the wrap around her head. "Not at all, dear. I have such noble company tonight. What could be wrong?"
"That is Uncle Ferdinand!" Grover gasped.
"Look away from her!" Will shouted. Annabethg whipped her Yankees cap onto her head and vanished. Her invisible hands pushed Grover off the bench. Will grabbed my hand pushed me too.
I was on the ground, looking at Aunt Em's sandaled feet.
I could hear Grover scrambling off in one direction, Annabeth in another. But I was too dazed to move.
Then I heard a strange, rasping sound above me. My eyes rose to Aunty Em's hands, which had turned gnarled and warty, with sharp bronze talons for fingernails.
I almost looked higher, but somewhere off to my left Will screamed, "No! Don't!"
More rasping—the sound of tiny snakes, right above me, from . . . From about where Aunty Em's head would be.
"Run!" Grover bleated. I heard him racing across the gravel, yelling, "Maia!" to kick-start his flying sneakers.
I couldn't move. I stared at Aunty Em's gnarled claws, and tried to fight the groggy trance the old woman had put me in.
"Such a pity to destroy a beautiful young face, " she told me soothingly. "Stay with me, Cori. All you have to do is look up. "
I fought the urge to obey. Instead I looked to one side and saw one of those glass spheres people put in gardens—a gazing ball. I could see Aunty Em's dark reflection in the orange glass; her headdress was gone, revealing her face as a shimmering pale circle. Her hair was moving, writhing like serpents.
Aunty Em.
Aunty "M. "
Medusa.
How could I have been so stupid? I mentally slapped myself.
Now, how did Medusa die in the myths?
But I couldn't think. Something told me that in the myth Medusa had been asleep when she was attacked by Perseus. She wasn't anywhere near asleep now. If she wanted, she could take those talons right now and rake open my face.
Oh, joy.
"The Gray-Eyed One did this to me, Cori, " Medusa said, and she didn't sound anything like a monster. Her voice invited me to look up, to sympathize with a poor old grandmother. "Annabeth's mother, the cursed Athena, turned me from a beautiful woman into this. "
"Don't listen to her!" Annabeth's voice shouted, somewhere in the statuary. "Run, Cori!"
"Silence!" Medusa snarled. Then her voice modulated back to a comforting purr. "You see why I must destroy the girl, Cori. She is my enemy's daughter. I shall crush her statue to dust. But you, dear Cori, you need not suffer. "
I resisted the urge to look up. Oh, come on! Where's the strength I had when I fought the Minotaur? I was seriously questioning myself if the Fates really hated me.
"Do you really want to help the gods?" Medusa asked. "Do you understand what awaits you on this foolish quest, Cori? What will happen if you reach the Underworld? Do not be a pawn of the Olympians, my dear. You would be better off as a statue. Less pain. Less pain. "
"Cori!" Behind me, I heard a buzzing sound, like a two-hundred-pound hummingbird in a nosedive. Grover yelled, "Duck!"
I turned, and there he was in the night sky, flying in from twelve o'clock with his winged shoes fluttering, Grover, holding a tree branch the size of a baseball bat. His eyes were shut tight, his head twitched from side to side. He was navigating by ears and nose alone.
"Duck!" he yelled again. "I'll get her!"
Knowing Grover, I was sure he'd miss Medusa and nail me. I stared in shock, not moving a centimeter.
Thwack!
I rolled away. I felt pain. Something heavy was on top of me. I slowly opened my eyes and a mop of shaggy blonde hair, and concerned bright blue eyes.
"Are you okay?" Will asked me.
"I'd be better if you weren't on top of me," I groaned.
He flushed red— obviously noticing our current position—and got off me, offering me a hand, that I gladly appreciated, and helped me get up.
"You miserable satyr, " Medusa snarled. "I'll add you to my collection!"
"That was for Uncle Ferdinand!" Grover yelled back.
Will and I scrambled away and hid in the statuary while Grover swooped down for another pass.
Ker-whack!
"Arrgh!" Medusa yelled, her snake-hair hissing and spitting.
Right next to me, Annabeth's voice said, "Cori!"
I felt Will stiffen for a second, probably because of Annabeth. Seriously, that scared the Hades out of me! I jumped so high my feet nearly cleared a garden gnome. "Jeez! Don't do that!"
Annabeth took off her Yankees cap and became visible. "You have to cut her head off. "
"No, no, no. She'll stay right here. Cori's already a bit wounded from before. She needs rest," Will implied.
"Will, she's our only chance!" Annabeth practically yelled. "I can't get too close with her because of my mother—she'd slice me to bits," she paused for a bit, looking at Will deadly in the eye. " While you can't shoot an arrow either. She would make eye contact with you, before you even released the arrow, killing you instantly."
Will seemed to think for a moment. Then he sighted. "Fine," he said.
Annabeth grabbed a green gazing ball from a nearby pedestal. "A polished shield would be better. " She studied the sphere critically. "The convexity will cause some distortion. The reflection's size should be off by a factor of—"
"Would you speak English?" I rolled my eyes. Leave it to the Athena kids to speak all math and science. The evil subjects! I shuddered at the very thought.
"I am!" She tossed me the glass ball. "Just look at her in the glass. Never look at her directly. "
"Hey, guys!" Grover yelled somewhere above us. "I think she's unconscious!"
"Roooaaarrr!"
"Maybe not, " Grover corrected. He went in for another pass with the tree branch.
"Hurry, " Annabeth told me. "Grover's got a great nose, but he'll eventually crash. "
I took out my pen and uncapped it. The bronze blade of Riptide elongated in my hand.
I followed the hissing and spitting sounds of Medusa's hair.
I kept my eyes locked on the gazing ball so I would only glimpse Medusa's reflection, not the real thing. Then, in the green tinted glass, I saw her.
Grover was coming in for another turn at bat, but this time he flew a little too low. Medusa grabbed the stick and pulled him off course. He tumbled through the air and crashed into the arms of a stone grizzly bear with a painful "Ummphh!"
Medusa was about to lunge at him when I yelled, "Hey!"
I advanced on her, which wasn't easy, holding a sword and a glass ball. If she charged, I'd have a hard time defending myself.
But she let me approach—twenty feet, ten feet.
I could see the reflection of her face now. Surely it wasn't really that ugly. The green swirls of the gazing ball must be distorting it, making it look worse.
"You wouldn't harm an old woman, Cori, " she crooned. "I know you wouldn't. "
"It depends if she's an ugly monster or not," I snarled.
She roared and lunged at me with her talons.
I tried to dodge, but they caught my leg. I could feel the blood running down it. Adrenaline rushed through me. Before I even got the chance to catch a glimpse of my wound, Medusa lunged at me again. This time I slashed up with my sword, heard a sickening shlock!, then a hiss like wind rushing out of a cavern—the sound of a monster disintegrating.
Something fell to the ground next to my foot. It took all my willpower not to look. I could feel warm ooze soaking into my sock, little dying snake heads tugging at my shoelaces.
"Oh, yuck, " Grover said. His eyes were still tightly closed, but I guess he could hear the thing gurgling and steaming. "Mega-yuck. "
Annabeth came up next to me, her eyes fixed on the sky. She was holding Medusa's black veil. She said, "Don't move."
Very, very carefully, without looking down, she knelt and draped the monster's head in black cloth, then picked it up. It was still dripping green juice.
The adrenaline left my body. I was now, starting to feel the pain of Medusa's talons. "Poseidon's trident, those claws here poisonous," I groaned. I felt my knees weakening, my vision becoming blurry.
Will quickly came to my side and caught me, putting my head in his lap.
"Water!" I heard Annabeth yell. "Bring water! Fast, she's loosing her consciousness."
"No time," Will said. "Leave this to me!"
Slowly, a soft beautiful voice began to sing softly. I could feel myself starting to glow a golden light, especially from my leg, where Medusa's talons had clawed me.
I'm praying to the Sun god,
This wound help me heal,
Until there's no more blood,
For death to steal.
I'm praying to the god of healing,
This wound help me cure,
Guide me if you're healing,
Make this flesh again pure.
I'm praying to Apollo,
To the god of medicine,
To the god that whose path I follow,
Help me mend this heroine.
Then, as soon as the light had appeared, it started dying. I realized that the voice had been Will's, and it was him that had cured me—by singing a song.
I slowly opened my eyes, "What happened?"
"I healed you," he answered.
"But—but how?"
"Look, my father is the god of many things—one of them being healing. As his children, we are specialists in different aspects of him. One can be really good in music, another in archery, while I am better at healing. Some of us, can cure people just by singing a hymn to our father," he answered calmly.
"Thanks, I guess," a faint shade of pink covered my cheeks. I was thankful it was dark, at least they wouldn't notice.
He smirked, "Nothing."
"Why didn't . . . Why didn't the head evaporate?" I asked, pointing at Medusa's head.
"Once you sever it, it becomes a spoil of war, " Will said. "Same as your minotaur horn. But don't unwrap the head. It can still petrify you. "
Grover moaned as he climbed down from the grizzly statue. He had a big welt on his forehead. His green Rasta cap hung from one of his little goat horns, and his fake feet had been knocked off his hooves. The magic sneakers were flying aimlessly around his head.
"The Red Baron, " I said. "Good job, man. "
He managed a bashful grin. "That really was not fun, though. Well, the hitting-her-with-a-stick part, that was fun. But crashing into a concrete bear? Not fun. "
He snatched his shoes out of the air. I recapped my sword. Together, the three of us stumbled back to the warehouse.
We found some old plastic grocery bags behind the snack counter and double-wrapped Medusa's head. We plopped it on the table where we'd eaten dinner and sat around it, too exhausted to speak.
Finally I said, "So we have Athena to thank for this monster?"
Annabeth flashed me an irritated look. "Your dad, actually. Don't you remember? Medusa was Poseidon's girlfriend. They decided to meet in my mother's temple. That's why Athena turned her into a monster. Medusa and her two sisters who had helped her get into the temple, they became the three gorgons. That's why Medusa wanted to slice me up, but she wanted to preserve you as a nice statue. She's still sweet on your dad. You probably reminded her of him. "
My face was burning. "Oh, so now it's my fault we met Medusa."
Annabeth straightened. In a bad imitation of my voice, she said: "'It's just a photo, guys. What's the harm?' "
"Forget it, " I said. "You're impossible. I can't seem to have a proper conversation with you."
"You're insufferable. "
"You're—"
"Girls," Will said. "Shut up."
"Will's right," said Grover. ""You two are giving me a migraine, and satyrs don't even get migraines. What are we going to do with the head?"
I stared at the thing. One little snake was hanging out of a hole in the plastic. The words printed on the side of the bag said: WE APPRECIATE YOUR BUSINESS!
I was angry, not just with Annabeth or her mom, but with all the gods for this whole quest, for getting us blown off the road and in two major fights the very first day out from camp. At this rate, we'd never make it to L. A. Alive, much less before the summer solstice.
What had Medusa said?
Do not be a pawn of the Olympians, my dear. You would be better off as a statue.
I got up. "I'll be back. "
"Cori, " Annabeth called after me. "What are you—"
I searched the back of the warehouse until I found Medusa's office. Her account book showed her six most recent sales, all shipments to the Underworld to decorate Hades and Persephone's garden. According to one freight bill, the Underworld's billing address was DOA Recording Studios, West Hollywood, California. I folded up the bill and stuffed it in my pocket.
In the cash register I found twenty dollars, a few golden drachmas, and some packing slips for Hermes Overnight Express, each with a little leather bag attached for coins. I rummaged around the rest of the office until I found the right-size box.
I went back to the picnic table, packed up Medusa's head, and filled out a delivery slip:
The Gods
Mount Olympus
600th Floor,
Empire State Building
New York, NY
With best wishes, CORI JACKSON
"They're not going to like that, " Grover warned, Will nodding in agreement with him. "They'll think you're impertinent. "
I poured some golden drachmas in the pouch. As soon as I closed it, there was a sound like a cash register. The package floated off the table and disappeared with a pop!
"I am impertinent, " I said.
I looked at Annabeth, daring her to criticize.
She didn't. She seemed resigned to the fact that I had a major talent for ticking off the gods. "Come on, " she muttered. "We need a new plan. "
Yes! Another chapter done!
We saw them beat Medusa and gods, did I have fun writing that! Cori was a bit slow when it came to discovering who Medusa was. . . but yeah. . . I don't want to change her that much from Percy. She's going to need to rely in her friends sometimes (mostly Will).
Some of you, said that they wanted more Cori/Will scenes, so here you are. I hope you enjoyed the part where he was healing Cori, because I was giggling all the time. I have completely created the hymn. I didn't know any, so I just made up one. I tried to get it rhyme, and I suppose it did. Sorry if it's not that good, I never was the one for poetry.
Please review, no flames.
~ Mel ~