Chapter 21: Percy:

This war is not at all going how I had expected, when I pictured battle I saw; bloody conquest, gory carnage and ultimately fewer magicians in the house of life. But so far the amount of battle I have seen so far is none of that, I thankfully have yet to be forced into the position to kill anyone, though if it came to it; I suppose I have to be ready at some point.

I have so far been hidden in a crowd of hooded doppelgangers, for some reason that was never really made clear. I have met a Greek warrior who has already been attempting to convince me that I was once a Greek or something crazy like that.

Sadie and Carter already prepared me for this however so they got to me too late. They told me; the Greeks might use psychological warfare to try to psych me out, and they might try to blur my boarders of loyalty. There is something about the girl that seems familiar however, she said that her name was Annabeth, and her gray eyes and curled blonde hair do seem familiar. It's oddly familiar though, like a distant memory, or someone I knew long ago in another life.

The girl—Annabeth, and Sadie had been arguing intensely over something that I was lost one, and some guy wearing an aviators jacket and a skull ring had thankfully broken up the fight. But then Sadie did something drastic, she called on one of our secret tactics—Shezmoo. Her hand was forced however, we needed the leg up, and the Greeks had just gotten backup from a group of adolescent girl who looked a lot tougher than one might guess.

The enormous beast rose from the sandy portal in the canter of the street, his massive body loomed over us like a tower, and his oddly colored skin, and miss-matched head made him look surprisingly nasty.

Sadie's eyes were suddenly filled with pride as the demon turned on the Greeks facing away for us and bellowed: "I am Shezmoo, name me or parish."

The one calling herself Annabeth stepped forward, she looked intelligent and her stormy eyes studied him dubiously, like he was a puzzle she was figuring out.

"Are you a demon?" one of the Greeks howled

Shezmoo turned and smiled viciously "I am a good." He laughed "the god of blood…and," he stopped to flex his muscles for maximum effect, "perfume." As if this was the worst thing that he could think of, Terrifying, I thought rolling my eyes.

"I shall squeeze the life from your bodies, and turn your blood to wine."

Dionysus would love this guy, I chuckled to myself but stopped Dionysus, wasn't her the Greek god of wine? How would I have known that? Weird…

One of the girls stepped forward from the crowd of adolescent girls; she has spiky black hair, startling blue eyes, and wore a black leather jacket and skinny jean. She had some kind of silver tiara placed on her head, she was a leader of some sort, I was sure of it.

"Answer me or die mortals." The god of blood and perfume screeched

The girl with the tiara proceeded forwards, and did something I wouldn't have even considered much less done in a million years. She reached in to her bag, and pulled out a small card board box like the kind that you ship presents and gifts in when you go to the post office. She opened the slits with her sharp nails and tore the parcel open, pulling a round-ish, abnormally shaped object wrapped in tissue paper. It was clumpy on top, but narrow on the bottom, and a thought occurred to me, it was the same shape as a human head.

She sneered and adamantly shoved her way to the front holding the object in her hand as if she were raising it.

"He the god of all things smelly, down here!" she called defiantly with a dramatic look in her eyes

The god stopped flexing his arm for a moment and squatted down in an attempt to see her at eye level.

"Do you choose to name me or parish?" he asked

"C.) none of the above," and on the last word she pulled the object out from behind the curtain of tissue paper revealing something that sent a familiar shiver down my spine. Sometimes it really sucks to be right, I muttered as the article came into view. A human head indeed, with pale milky skin, and closed eyes, thick curly hair that waved in the breeze. Except it wasn't just her wavy locks that moved, they literally hissed and began to slither about on her scalp. Her eyes opened wide revealing piercing green eyes with reptilian spilt pupils, her head began to convulse and shake as the slithering creatures on her head hissed and spat angrily.

Shezmoo's face look confused for only a moment as he figured out what was going on along with the rest of us. The head in the Goth girl's hand was that of a gorgon, as if I knew the difference between the three gorgon's I knew that this was the mother of all gorgons—Medusa herself.

Shezmoo howled as he tried to avert his gaze but her was too late, a gray solid looking sheet rippled up his body spreading quickly like frost. Covering his entire body snaking out every last inch leaving him with only a look of condemnation and totally wrath, when his body was solid and completely covered, he shook and then splinted into thousands of shards of what looked like concrete. But soon evaporated into sand, leaving behind the dust of what was once the mighty Egyptian god of blood, and perfume.

I turned to Sadie who looked in absolute awe, as she thought the same thing as the rest of us—what the heck just happened, who was this girl, and who were these people with her?

Before we could react one of them fired an arrow, and soon a thick volley overhead sharp pointy things were headed right for us, we were officially in over our heads.

I wanted to run away screaming the only words that I could think of; Crap, crap, holy moly fricking crap.