Sorry for taking so long. My comp got taken up again, and I was reading more than writing, plus I got my dad to print my two original books, so I've started to edit them. I'll try to update quicker but it will be hard with all the stuff mentioned, plus my finals are coming up, so that my pose a problem

Chapter 12

Even though that he could barely see what she looked like, Percy could tell by just the skin on her hands that the gorgon would be extremely ugly. But he knew that he would never want to actually see what she really looked like, even if he wouldn't get turned to stone by doing so.

Unfortunately, Triton accidentally said her name too loud and the old lady turned around quickly. Percy and Triton ducked back behind the door before she could get a good look at them, or them her.

"Who goes there?" she called. They didn't answer her. "Oh, come on, boys. Auntie Em's not going to hurt you."

Triton snorted. "Just turn us to stone. Nothing painful about that."

Suddenly, Grover landed on the ground between them and someone landed against Percy, though he couldn't see who it was since he could still see the floor where the person was supposed to be. Triton dragged Grover over to his side of the door just as Annabeth took off her invisibility hat.

"We have to kill her. And the only way to do that is to cut off her head while looking at a reflection of her. That would probably through off her gaze just enough to stop it from turning us to stone."

"Why don't we just get out of here?" Percy was about to say more when a loud hissing noise sounded in the other room. It was followed by softer hisses that got steadily closer.

"Children," Medusa cooed. "There is no reason to run from me. I won't hurt you."

Triton, finally getting fed up with it, stepped out from the door. "Medusa, you will leave my friends alone." His voice was commanding, a voice Percy had only ever heard him use when he was talking to the Atlantian army.

"Ah, son of Poseidon. It's certainly been a while. Tell me, why do you want to save these children? One of them is the daughter of the grey-eyed one. I must punish her!"

Annabeth stiffened, and she glared at the wall. Percy glanced around, looking for anything that would help him get close to Medusa without looking directly at her.

"I won't let you. You need to learn self-preservation, Medusa. At the rate you're going, you're not going to be able to reform." Triton kept his gaze away from the gorgon, but he was able to see her enough to disconcert where she moved to.

Annabeth pointed to a glass ball. "You can use that," she whispered to Percy. "The curve of it should deflect her gaze so you can get close to her without turning to stone."

Percy nodded and picked up the orb. He made sure that he could see through it well enough to be able to fight Medusa before he stepped into the doorway beside his brother.

"Another son of Poseidon?" Medusa asked. She sounded extremely happy, almost as if she couldn't believe her luck.

She was even more of a hag than Percy had originally thought. He had never thought anyone could be that ugly. Seemed he was wrong. He held his sword down as he slowly approached her, trying not to panic about it. So far, he was doing a good job.

Triton watched as his little brother walked toward the monster. He was ashamed of himself. He was the only one here that couldn't be turned to stone and he hadn't had the nerve to even look at her, much less get closer to kill her. But he wasn't going to let her kill him. If she so much as touched his because of his cowardice, he would make sure that she never reformed again.

He moved to the side, stepping around statues to get behind her. Once there, he called her name, prompting her to turn toward him.

Percy raised his sword, but right then, Grover, with his eyes closed, suddenly ran out from his hiding place with a club in hand.

"Grover!" Annabeth called.

Medusa whirled back around, but before she could do anything, her neck rammed into Riptide, which had never stopped moving, even through its wielder's surprise and confusion. Her head fell to the ground as the rest of her body disappeared.

Triton quickly took a table cloth and covered the head so everyone else could open their eyes without the danger of turning to stone. He looked over at Grover. "Are you an idiot, satyr?"

"I tried to stop him, but he wouldn't listen," Annabeth said, coming out from behind the wall.

"I just wanted to help," Grover tried to defend himself. He looked scared, but determined at the same time. Percy had to admire his courage. Triton may not have been as powerful as the Olympians, but it was still very brave to stand up to a god like that at all. Never mind that he himself did it all the time.

Triton snarled at him, but Annabeth went up and touched his arm, making him freeze. He glanced at her to see a stern expression on her face.

"Don't be mad at him. He just wanted to help. You would have done the same thing if you had been in his place."

There is was again, a strange emotion that he didn't know what it was. But this was different than when he had thought that Percy had liked her. This was sweeter somehow. But now was not the time to dwell on it, and he wouldn't even think on it for now.

Percy glanced at them, oblivious to what his brother was feeling. "What are we going to do with the head?"

Triton jerked, pulling his arm away from the girls touch, then turning to Percy. "Do you think there will be any use for it?"

He shrugged. "Not that I can think of. Might as well get rid of it then."

Annabeth shook her head, as if getting herself out of a daze. "While you two do that, I'm going to go get something to eat."

Percy watched as his brother stoked the fire, making sure that the head was completely destroyed. The other two sat around the fire as well, eating what food they had found at Medusa's lair.

It amazed him how well Grover and Annabeth took the news that Triton was a god. He had expected them to freak out completely and act as if he was an Olympian and Percy an outsider.

He was extremely happy that they cared for him. He wished he had more friends like that. But life under the sea, as spectacular as it was, was more like life as a prince- even if he really was one. And a prince didn't have many true friends.

He hoped that everyone at camp didn't find out about his childhood, in the mortal world or in his dad's kingdom. That would make him feel like the outsider he didn't want to be.

"Percy," Triton said, looking up. "Was there something you wanted to tell us?" The look in his eyes said there was no way to avoid the question.

Percy sighed. He had actually been hoping that he would forget about that. But there was nothing he could do about it, so he told them. He still wasn't sure who the person in the dream was, but he was sure that he knew them from somewhere.

"Did you recognize either voice?" Annabeth asked after a long, tense silence.

Percy nodded. "The one coming from the pit. I've heard it many times before in other dreams with that pit."

Triton's eye twitched. "Many? How many have you had?"

Percy shrugged, trying to seem like it didn't bother him. "I lost count a long time ago. There was only a lot around the time I was seven. After that, there was the occasional dream once in a while, but not very much.

"And you didn't tell anyone?"

"I didn't see the reason to. Dad said that Zeus didn't do anything about the first one so I didn't really see the reason to tell about the rest."

"It still would have been good if you had told us." Triton sounded just a bit sad, as well as scared. He stared at Percy with a forlorn expression that it made him wonder what he was thinking.

Percy looked away, regretting not telling him about his dreams. But there was nothing that he could do about it now. He really hadn't thought anything about it. The dreams were freaky, but he hadn't thought that they had meant anything.

"How are we going to get across the country?" Grover asked.

"We should probably stay off public transportation," Annabeth suggested. "So, that really just leaves the option of a car. The problem is, we don't have one."

"We could get one somehow," Triton said, not looking at Percy.

"You want to steal it? We aren't children of Hermes; we aren't the best of thieves. And I, for one, don't exactly feel comfortable with stealing one."

"It's the only way. Either we steal one, or we risk getting more mortals hurt," Triton countered, glaring at her.

"I still refuse to do it!"

"Hey," Grover said, holding his arms out. "Why don't we just walk for a while, and look for some type of transportation?"

Percy nodded. "I agree. That way, we don't get in a fight. We really don't need that."

Triton glared at his brother, but he eventually relented, as did Annabeth. They quickly put out the fire and started walking. They weren't exactly sure if they were going the right way, but they kept walking anyway. There wasn't really anything they could do about it anyway.

Percy wondered how they were going get across the country if they weren't going to steal a car. But, Grover hadn't really objected to the idea, and it really was the best idea. But if they did find a car, who would drive?

Finally, after about an hour, they came to the edge of a town, and the edge of a car lot. It had some pretty expensive cars in it, as well some ratty, run down ones. What was better, no one was there. The lot was completely devoid of people, but it didn't look like it had been this way for long, a few weeks at most.

The two brothers grinned at each other. "Here we are!"

I'm trying to use Percy's POV more, make it easier to understand. This is the first time I've written in 3rd person, and beside the fact that I find it surprisingly easy, my mind seems to like switching randomly between Percy and Triton's thoughts. I hope its not too confusing.