Honesty is the Best Policy
Chapter 12
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Author's notes: I don't own anything in bold. Everything in Bold belongs to Rick Riordan.
Chapter 11: We Visit The Garden Gnome Emporium
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.
The demigods all nodded.
So there we were, Annabeth and 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 slit-pupiled 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 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, that sucks." Frank said, before going back to reading.
"Well, maybe if you hadn't decided to jump into the fight-"
"What did you want me to do? Let you get killed?"
"You didn't need to protect me, Percy. I would've been fine. "
"Sliced like sandwich bread, " Grover put in, "but fine. "
"Shut up, goat boy, " said Annabeth.
Grover brayed mournfully. "Tin cans ... A perfectly good bag of tin cans. "
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. "
"We're a team, right?"
"Right," Annabeth said softly smiling at her boyfriend; who returned the smile. They were both holding hands. Ever since their trip to Tartarus, they were never seen without the other. They stuck together all the time. The had been through hell and back, literally.
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. "
They looked at Annabeth curiously. Why would that be her 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?" 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.
"You think so?"
"Anybody who can piggyback-ride a Fury is okay by me. "
They all laughed at Percy's comment.
I couldn't really see, but I thought she might've smiled.
"I did." The daughter of Athena confirmed.
"You know, " she said, "maybe I should tell you ... Something funny back on the bus ... "
Whatever she wanted to say was interrupted by a shrill toot-toot-toot, like the sound of an owl being tortured.
They demigods raised their eyebrows at this. Wondering what the sound could be.
"Hey, my reed pipes still work!" Grover cried. "If I could just remember a 'find path' song, we could get out of these woods!"
He puffed out a few notes, but the tune still sounded suspiciously like Hilary Duff.
Annabeth and Percy smiled fondly at the mention of their satyr friend.
Instead of finding a path, I immediately slammed into a tree and got a nice-size knot on my head.
"Ow," Hazel winced sympathetically.
Add to the list of superpowers I did not have: infrared vision.
The demigods chuckled.
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 boy needed a double cheeseburger.
"That sounds good." Leo said practically drooling.
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, " Annabeth said.
She loved reading so much, I'd forgotten she was dyslexic, too.
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, " I said wistfully.
"Snack bar, " she agreed.
Jason shook his head at the two of them.
"Are you two crazy?" Grover said. "This place is weird. "
We ignored him.
"You really should listen to Grover." Nico said.
"Yeah, we know that now." Percy said.
Annabeth nodded her agreement, if they had only listened to Grover they would've saved themselves a whole lot of trouble.
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. "
"If only we had just listened to Grover." Annabeth sighed repeating her earlier thought.
The others looked at her curiously, wondering what was about to happen in the book.
"Your nose is clogged up from the Furies, " Annabeth told him. "All I smell is burgers. Aren't you hungry?"
"Well, now that you mention it." Leo said. "I am a little hungry Annabeth."
"We'll eat after this chapter's over." Annabeth told him.
"Meat!" he said scornfully. "I'm a vegetarian. "
"You eat cheese enchiladas and aluminum cans, " I reminded him.
"Those are vegetables. Come on. Let's leave. These statues are ... Looking at me. "
"Creepy!" Leo commented in a sing-song voice.
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 said.
"Nice save Percy." Frank said. He then turned his attention back to the book.
"Orphans?" the woman said. The word sounded alien in her mouth. "But, my dears! Surely not!"
"We got separated from our caravan, " I said. "Our circus caravan. The ringmaster told us to meet him at the gas station if we got lost, but he may have forgotten, or maybe he meant a different gas station. Anyway, we're lost. Is that food I smell?"
"Percy, I think you should really leave the plans to Annabeth, okay?" Nico commented.
Percy mock glared at him.
"Oh, my dears, " the woman said. "You must come in, poor children. I am Aunty Em. Go straight through to the back of the warehouse, please. There is a dining area. "
We thanked her and went inside.
Annabeth muttered to me, "Circus caravan?"
"Always have a strategy, right?"
"Your head is full of kelp. "
The others nodded in agreement and Percy shot them dirty looks.
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.
"Of course." Piper commented.
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.
Leo looked at Percy, "You're an idiot."
Percy glared at him.
"What?" Leo asked, "You're the one who said to call you an idiot."
The others rolled their eyes.
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.
Jason smacked his forehead. How could they not notice that?
All I cared about was finding the dining area. And sure enough, there it was at the back of the warehouse, a fast-food counter with a grill, a soda fountain, a pretzel heater, and a nacho cheese dispenser. Everything you could want, plus a few steel picnic tables out front.
"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 some-thing wrong, but then the old woman relaxed just as quickly, so I figured it must've been my imagination.
The daughter of Bellona looked to Percy, "Always, trust your instincts."
"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.
Hazel sighed in exasperation.
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.
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. "
"Who takes vitamins for their ears?" Leo asked in bewilderment looking up from his blueprints he had been working on.
"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.
"Medusa." Reyna breathed.
The others looked at her wondering how she had managed to figure it out so quickly.
She began to explain. "The hissing noise Grover heard and the fact that she always keeps her head covered, and the statues all around them, especially the one of the terrified little girl... It all points to Medusa."
"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.
"Only Percy would feel sorry for a monster." Nico said rolling his eyes.
Annabeth had stopped eating. She sat forward and said, "Two sisters?"
"Yes!" Leo said, "Annabeth's putting the pieces together."
Percy nodded and looked at his girlfriend smiling.
"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."
"That's BS." Annabeth said standing up. "Poseidon and Medusa met in Athena's temple and he defiled her there."
"We know Wise girl." Percy murmured. He pulled his girl friend back to his lap and rubbed her back soothingly.
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?
"Percy?" Annabeth was shaking me to get my attention. "Maybe we should go. I mean, the ringmaster will be waiting. "
"Yes, listen to Annabeth." Piper pleaded.
She sounded tense. I wasn't sure why. 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. "The ringmaster is waiting! Right!"
"Set out of there." Hazel said looking anxious.
I didn't want to leave. I felt full and content. Aunty Em was so nice. I wanted to stay with her a while.
Nico smacked his forehead. Gods, Percy was so... gullible sometimes.
"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. "
Annabeth shifted her weight from foot to foot. "I don't think we can, ma'am. Come on, Percy-"
"Sure we can, " I said. I was irritated with Annabeth for being so bossy, so rude to an old lady who'd just fed us for free. "It's just a photo, Annabeth. What's the harm?"
"Well," Leo commented drawing out the word. "You could be turned into statues by her since, she's a monster, A.K.A. Medusa."
"Yes, Annabeth, " 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 girl 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.
"Percy-" 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.
The Demigods looked anxiously at the book, wondering how their friends would get out of that mess.
"I will just be a moment, " Aunty Em said. "You know, I can't see you very well in this cursed veil... "
"Percy, 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?"
"So many things." Leo said still adding to his blue prints. Piper glanced at her friend and saw that he was making plans for a new body, for their bronze dragon mast head, Festus.
"That is Uncle Ferdinand!" Grover gasped.
"Look away from her!" Annabeth shouted. She whipped her Yankees cap onto her head and vanished. Her invisible hands pushed Grover and me both off the bench.
"Thank the gods for Annabeth." Percy said giving her a smile; which she returned.
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 Annabeth 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.
The demigods leaned towards the book while Frank kept reading, desperately wanting to know what would happen to their friends next.
"Such a pity to destroy a handsome young face, " she told me soothingly. "Stay with me, Percy. 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. "
How could I have been so stupid?
Leo opened his mouth to say something before Percy cut him off.
"Don't answer that."
Think, I told myself. How did Medusa die in the myth?
But I couldn't think. Something told me that in the myth Medusa had been asleep when she was attacked by my namesake, Perseus. She wasn't anywhere near asleep now. If she wanted, she could take those talons right now and rake open my face.
"The Gray-Eyed One did this to me, Percy, " 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, some-where in the statuary. "Run, Percy!"
"Silence!" Medusa snarled. Then her voice modulated back to a comforting purr. "You see why I must destroy the girl, Percy. She is my enemy's daughter. I shall crush her statue to dust. But you, dear Percy, you need not suffer. "
"No, " I muttered. I tried to make my legs move.
Come on, get out of there. Hazel thought biting her nails.
"Do you really want to help the gods?" Medusa asked. "Do you understand what awaits you on this foolish quest, Percy? 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. "
"Percy!" 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!"
That finally jolted me into action. Knowing Grover, I was sure he'd miss Medusa and nail me. I dove to one side.
Thwack!
At first I figured it was the sound of Grover hitting a tree. Then Medusa roared with rage.
"You miserable satyr, " she snarled. "I'll add you to my collection!"
"That was for Uncle Ferdinand!" Grover yelled back.
"Yeah!" Leo cheered, "Go Grover!"
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, "Percy!"
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. "
"What? Are you crazy? Let's get out of here. "
"I agree with Percy." Leo said.
"Medusa is a menace. She's evil. I'd kill her myself, but... " Annabeth swallowed, as if she were about to make a difficult admission. "But you've got the better weapon. Besides, I'd never get close to her. She'd slice me to bits because of my mother. You-you've got a chance. "
"What? I can't-"
"Look, do you want her turning more innocent people into statues?"
She pointed to a pair of statue lovers, a man and a woman with their arms around each other, turned to stone by the monster.
Annabeth grabbed a green gazing ball from a nearby pedestal. "A polished shield would be better. "
Reyna smiled understanding what Annabeth's plan was.
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 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!"
"Uh oh!" Leo commented. "That's not good."
"Thank you captain obvious." Reyna said rolling her eyes.
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 defend-ing 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, Percy, " she crooned. "I know you wouldn't. "
I hesitated, fascinated by the face I saw reflected in the glass-the eyes that seemed to burn straight through the green tint, making my arms go weak.
From the cement grizzly, Grover moaned, "Percy, don't listen to her!"
Medusa cackled. "Too late. "
She lunged at me with her talons.
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.
"How nice." Leo said sarcastically. He was still adding things to his blueprint designs for Festus's new body.
Jason glanced at his best friend. Leo seemed to have recovered quickly from his Ogygia ordeal very quickly. Was he just acting, pretending to be okay? Or was he really alright?
"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.
"Are you okay?" she asked me, her voice trembling.
"Yeah, " I decided, though I felt like throwing up my double cheeseburger. "Why didn't ... Why didn't the head evaporate?"
"Once you sever it, it becomes a spoil of war, " she said. "Same as your minotaur horn. But don't unwrap the head. It can still petrify you. "
"Lovely." the fire user rolled his eyes before turning his attention back to his blueprint. At the same time he was listening to Frank read.
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 ware-house.
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.
"Killing monsters can be pretty exhausting." Frank agreed.
The others readily agreed with him.
Finally I said, "So we have Athena to thank for this monster?"
"That probably wasn't the smartest thing to say Percy." Piper pointed out.
"You're probably right." He agreed.
Frank continued to read.
Annabeth flashed me an irritated look. "Your dad, actually. Don't you remember? Medusa was Poseidon's girl-friend. 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, Annabeth. What's the harm?'"
"Forget it, " I said. "You're impossible. "
"You're insufferable. "
"You're-"
"Hey!" Grover interrupted. "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!
Leo snorted as he continued Festus's new body design.
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.
Leo clucked his tounge, "So pessimistic Percy." He sat up straighter as if he had just gotten a brilliant idea. "That's what I'll call you from now on. Pessimistic Percy."
Percy just sighed and shook his head.
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. "
"Percy, " 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, PERCY JACKSON
"Dude," Jason said in disbelief. "Seriously, how are you not dead?!"
Percy shrugged. "It gets worse as it goes on."
The others looked at the rest of the demigods in the circle of chairs.
"Do you have a death wish or something?" Frank said bewildered.
"Nope, I just have a natural talent of ticking off the gods and goddesses."
"They're not going to like that, " Grover warned. "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.
"See, I told you." Percy commented.
"Come on, " she muttered. "We need a new plan. "
Frank stopped reading and looked at his friends. "That's the end of the chapter."
"Can we eat now?" Leo asked.
The blonde haired girl sighed, "Yes, Leo, now we can eat."
Leo jumped out of his seat to get a bite to eat. The other demigods shrugged and decided to join the son of Hephaestus.
Author's notes: I hope you enjoy reading this. Do you guys want me to start a new fanfiction with them reading the House of Hades, while doing this fanfic as well? Or would you rather me finish this one first before doing the House of Hades?
