11 WE VISIT THE GARDEN GNOME EMPORIUM
Annabeth and Grover moaned they had forgotten about this part.
"Seriously how bad could a garden gnome emporium be?" Ares asked bored he had like the last chapter as it had some action in it.
"Really bad," Grover answered clumping down in his seat.
In a way, it's nice to know there are Greek gods out there, because you have somebody to blame when things go wrong.
Most of the gods sent glared to the sleeping Percy
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.
All the half-bloods nodded, they all have had that type of day in their lives
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.
Annabeth and Grover bout gaged and began to shiver as they bout were dripping wet. Thalia had gotten up and draped a towel over Annabeth who smiled and thanked her.
"It looks like he's not affected," Leo said looking closely at Percy. Annabeth looked down and saw that Percy wasn't getting wet. But she didn't know if that was because of him being the son of the sea god or him simply not being effected
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, 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."
Everyone looked at Annabeth as if she was crazy
"I was 12," Annabeth said defending herself.
"We were young okay we didn't know what we were doing," Grover helped
"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?" 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."
No-one knew what to say to that. They all understood that it was really sad that that was the first time in 5 years that Annabeth had seen the world outside of camp.
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."
Annabeth smiled sadly thinking about that time and how she thought her father and stepmother hated her, now she felt quite foolish at how she used to think.
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."
Annie you don't have to prove yourself. No should have to prove themselves," Thalia said looking at Annabeth sadly. Annabeth nodded and smiled
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." 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 a shrill toot-toot-toot, like the sound of an owl being tortured.
Athena looked offended at that
"Hey, my reed pipes still work!" Grover cried. "If I could just remember a 'find path' song, we could get out of these woods!"
Grover blushed and looked away.
He puffed out a few notes, but the tune still sounded suspiciously like Hilary Duff. Instead of finding a path, I immediately slammed into a tree and got a nice-size knot on my head. 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.
"Not good," Thalia said getting a bad feeling.
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.
Thalia and Nico smiled and nodded.
"What's it with your three and junk food?" Will asked looking at Nico, who blushed and looked away
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's a trap," Artemis said looking at Annabeth
"We know that now, then not so much," Annabeth smiled, but the smile faded as she remembered what was waiting for their younger versions
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.
"We all tend to forget that when it comes to the Athena kids," Will laughed, all the kids nodded thinking about how many times they were shocked when they found out the Athena kids were 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.
Athena looked at the book and tilted her head, she had a feeling she was missing something. And there was also fear growing in her, but she couldn't figure out why
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. "Are you two crazy?" Grover said. "This place is weird."
"Why didn't you listen to your satyr friend?" Artemis asked looking at Annabeth.
"We were hungry and it was a well-placed trap," Annabeth explained
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."
"No run," Athena said as she realized why she was afraid for her daughter
"Why? What monster is there?" Thalia asked getting worried. But neither Athena nor Annabeth said anything.
"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 cans," Leo said looking at Grover as if he was crazy.
"It's not meat," Piper and Grover said at the same time
"You eat cheese enchiladas and aluminum cans," I reminded him. "Those are vegetables. 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.
Thalia kept looking between Athena and Annabeth trying to figure out who the monster was. She saw that Athena was glaring at Poseidon and at that moments she realized who it was.
"Annabeth Chase, why didn't you tell me?" Thalia all but yelled.
"We didn't want to think about it please," Annabeth said looking down at Percy
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. "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?"
"Not a bad lie," Hermes and Apollo nodded
"He really does only think with his stomach," Grover shook his head. All the kids nodded agreeing. Thankfully Annabeth had already eaten so she didn't feel as compelled as the younger version of herself, but as she looked down at Percy she could see he was feeling the effects just like his younger version.
"Food," Percy moaned turning onto his stomach, his arms went around Annabeth waist, his head resting on her leg.
"Ah how cute," Aphrodite blushed smiling at the two.
"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."
"Yep he's our kelp head," Thalia gave a small smile, she was still worried about them
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.
"More like all the times," Grover smiled, Poseidon and Chiron on the other hand just paled. Poseidon's eyes went to his sleeping son and he calmed down a bit but he was still worried.
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 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.
"Well that would have caught anybody," Piper said trying to help Annabeth who looked ashamed, piper now understood why so many of her half-sibling like Percy he was quite good-looking.
"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,
Poseidon sat up straight in his seat.
"Oh please just run," He begged looking at Annabeth and Percy. Chiron then understood which monster they were facing and to say he was worried didn't cover it.
but then the old woman relaxed just as quickly, so I figured it must've been my imagination. "Quite all right, Annabeth," she said.
"How did she know your name?" Jason asked slightly worried, he had gotten closer to Annabeth in the few weeks he, Piper and Leo had gotten back to camp. He understood why she was one of the leaders of the camp.
"She really doesn't like my mom," was all Annabeth 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.
"Well know I can say I know you three are related," Rachel said looking between Thalia, Nico and Percy. Thalia and Nico blushed before they started laughing, all the kids joining in. Poseidon and Zeus looked at each other before looking at Hades.
"Yes he's mine, but he was born before the oath was taken. So leave it be," was all Hades said. Poseidon accepted it and let it go, but Zeus was Zeus about it and he was not happy.
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."
"you really need to learn how to lie," Apollo smiled looking at Grover who blushed and looked away.
"That's admirable," she said. "But please, relax." Aunty Em ate nothing. She hadn't taken off her headdress, 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."
"Oh I bet she does," Athena glared, she really didn't like that woman and she wanted her daughter away from her now!
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.
"Oh no," Will said as the rest of the people in the room figured out who she was.
"You three really have the worst luck," Rachel said looking at Annabeth and Percy. She was happy the two were with each other, even if Percy was unconscious.
"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,
"No they didn't" Percy mumbled in his sleep, holding Annabeth tighter to him. Annabeth looked down at him with worry before looking up at Nico, she seemed to realize something. Annabeth looked back down at Percy before she moved a little and pulled out her knife.
"Annie, what are you doing?" Thalia asked worriedly
"Checking something," was all Annabeth said before she niched Percy's arm. Her grey eyes widened as a drop of blood formed.
"It's gone, what could do that?" Annabeth said worriedly. The gods looked at her like she was crazy, while Percy's friends were worried.
"Nothing I know of," Nico said looking at Percy as if he would disappear. Taking a deep breath he reopened the book and continued
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.
"Like father like son," Athena growled glaring at Poseidon
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.
"Oh you knew what you did, you both did," Athena growled
"Well I'm surprised it took you so long," will said looking at Annabeth
"Firstly I was 12, secondly you all had them-"Annabeth pointed to Athena and Poseidon "-to help you figure it out. Thirdly if you were under the same influents how long would it have taken you?" Annabeth asked looking at her friends. They all looked at each other and agreed that they wouldn't have figured it out so fast.
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? "Percy?" Annabeth was shaking me to get my attention. "Maybe we should go. I mean, the ringmaster will be waiting." 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."
"For good reason," Athena growled happily that her children, for the most part, seem to avoid Her
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!" 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 listen to Annabeth and Grover and get out of there," Poseidon and Chiron begged at the same time.
"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."
Hades sudden realized where some of his wife's statues had come from. Oh he knew he was in so much trouble.
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.
"Ah there it is the Athena Poseidon grudge," Thalia smiled at the two. Annabeth just stuck her tong out at Thalia before laughing
"It's just a photo, Annabeth. What's the harm?" "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."
"Poor uncle Ferdinand," Grover whimpered remembering him
"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. "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?" "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. 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.
"Of course he was the most affected," Thalia said shaking her head.
"well he did help in the end," Annabeth said looking down at Percy
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. "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."
"Don't look up," Poseidon whispered hoping his child would listen.
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?
"We all would like to know that," Will teased getting the group to laugh a little. He felt a little better
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.
"Not likely. She did have an affair with his father so I think she would have like to keep Percy," Piper said remembering how Medusa was made. Poseidon, Annabeth and Grover nodded agreeing with her
"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, somewhere 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.
Athena growled and glared at Poseidon. Poseidon just looked away pretending he had done nothing wrong
But you, dear Percy, you need not suffer." "No," I muttered. I tried to make my legs move. "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.
"That's all we are," Annabeth said softly but all of the gods heard her. They all looked at each other before refocusing on the book.
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.
"Hedge!" Piper, Jason and Leo said at the same time. Grover just smiled at them and nodded
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 would not," Grover defended himself, he looked at Annabeth and Thalia for help but they just looked away.
"Yeh, you would Grover," Rachel smiled at Grover.
"Percy would have sided with me," Grover pouted. All the kids nodded agreeing with him.
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. 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."
"Why the hell aren't you two running?" Thalia asked looking at Annabeth and Percy
"Medusa is a menace. She's evil." Was all Annabeth 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?"
"Oh now she has him where she wants him," Nico smiled at Annabeth who smiled and nodded.
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." 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!"
"More specific you need to speak Percy," Thalia joked
"I know that now," Annabeth laughed. Chiron shook his head and smiled
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.
"Well you lasted longer than most would have," Piper smiled at Grover who was blushing.
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.
"No it's not," Poseidon said looking guilty.
"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.
Everyone but Percy's friends were shocked, they were having a hard time believing that he so easily defeated Medusa. Everyone was looking at a sleeping Percy who was busy drooling on Annabeth. Annabeth had taken the towel off her and placed it under Percy's head.
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.
Everyone nodded agreeing.
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.
"Understandable," Thalia said looking a little bit green herself. Athena was looking at Percy, she didn't know what to think, he was a sea spawn but he had killed one of her enemy's
"Why didn't ... why didn't the head evaporate?"
"Spoil of war," Ares smiled evilly. Annabeth and Grover merely glared at him.
"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." Grover moaned as he climbed down from the grizzly statue.
"What did Percy do with it I havent ever seen it?" Nico asked looking at Annabeth, who in turn just smiled before looking at the gods,
"He didn't," Nico asked picking up the hint Annabeth was giving. Grover just shook his head
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?"
Athena glared
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."
Everyone looked between the two and nodded agreeing with her
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-"
"Ah the begging of a love story," Aphrodite cooed looking at Annabeth and Percy. Athena just growled and Poseidon smiled a little.
"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! 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.
"And now he's going to do a Percy thing," Thalia said shaking her head
"What's a Percy thing?" Jason asked looking at Thalia
"Something dangerously stupid," Nico answered a little scared for Percy's sake.
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." "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.
All the gods looked at Hades,
"Like you never done something just as bad," Hades growled glaring at all the gods. Ares nodded thinking about all he had done. Most of the other gods just looked away
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.
Hermes and Apollo began laughing as they realized what Percy was about to do. All the other gods jut looked at them as if they were crazy
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
To say most of the gods were shock was an understatement. Poseidon felt a little bit proud of his son. Most of the others just felt angry at the boys disrespect.
"They're not going to like that," Grover warned. "They'll think you're impertinent."
"Oh that he is," Thalia smiled
"What does impertinent mean?" Leo asked looking confused
"Someone who is bold, rude, and has arrogant behavior," Athena answered
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,"
"He agreed," Rachel said shocked
"Annabeth said it so…" Thalia smiled winking at Annabeth who just blushed and looked away
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."
"Done, who's next?" Nico asked looking around. Jason smiled and lifted his hand. Nico got up walked over to him before handing him the book.
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