The next morning, the demigods had their breakfast and made their way to the Gods' meeting room.
Entering the room, they all found their seats and waited for the gods to decide who was going to read next.
"I think I'll go next." Poseidon said picking up the book and reading aloud the Chapter Title.
"You visit an Emporium?" Piper asked confused.
Hades had a thought, 'Why does that sound vaguely familiar?'
(In a way, it's nice to know there are Greek gods out there, because you have somebody to blame when things go wrong.)
The demigods all nodded their heads in agreement cause that was seriously accurate.
The Gods looked a little offended but some understood how their kids could see it that way.
( 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.)
Everyone glared at Zeus as he was trying to mess up the quest even though the demigods were trying to retrieve his bolt for him.
( So there we were, Annabeth and Grover and I, walking through the woods on 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-pupilled and full of terror. 'Three Kindly Ones. All three at once.' )
"It's impressive that you killed all of them with so little training." Hades muttered to no one.
Percy and Nico both shared a look and thought, 'You won't be impressed later.'
(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 further away we get, the better.' 'All our money was back there,' I reminded her. 'Our food and clothes. Everything.')
"That was a stupid move, dad." Thalia told Zeus. "Seriously, only you would hinder the people trying to help you."
Zeus frowned at his daughter but didn't say anything.
( '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.)
"That is the summary of all arguments between Percy and Annabeth before they got together." Grover piped in.
"We weren't that bad." Annabeth said. "We weren't right?"
Annabeth asked as she looked at the other Greeks who all disagreed with her.
Annabeth just leaned back on Percy, who smiled at her.
( 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?' )
"Always, Seaweed brain" Annabeth promised Percy.
Percy grinned and kissed the side of her head.
(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.' )
"Annie." Thalia said shocked.
"I know. I know. I was just sick of sitting around, stuck at camp." Annabeth explained to Thalia.
(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 blonde 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.' )
"Annie." Thalia said louder than the first time.
"That was my pride talking. I didn't have a good grasp of it until recently." Annabeth said grimacing.
(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.)
"I smirked. " Annabeth informed Percy.
( '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. )
"What?!" Athena cried, jolting forward on her throne.
('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. 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. )
"Oh." Athena sighed, going back to her relaxed position on her throne.
"Yes, Infrared vision is not one of my powers nor yours." Poseidon informed Percy, chuckling.
Percy blushed but smiled as he made his dad laugh.
(After tripping and cursing and generally feeling miserable for another mile or so, I started to see light up ahead: the colours 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. )
Artemis shakes her head at the thoughts of the boy.
(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 MEPROIUM.)
"What? What did you just say?" Athena asked Poseidon.
"Here. Read it." Poseidon said handing her the book.
"Oh, my Father's name. Is this what you all see when you read English?" Athena asked the demigods.
"Yeah, pretty much expect Percy has it a little worse than us." Chris told her.
Athena shakes her head and hands the book back to Poseidon to continue reading.
( '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. )
"I always forget, too." Katie said.
"I think everyone does, cause of how smart she is." Will told her.
(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.)
Hades had a thinking face on like he was trying to remember something.
"Hamburgers." Percy, Thalia, and Nico all said in a daze.
The Gods looked amused at the three, who were basically drooling thinking about food.
('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.' We ignored him. )
"I think they're already under the spell of whatever monster is here." Hermes points out.
(The front garden 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!' )
Hades eyes widened as he finally remembered what his wife buys but both of them had never really looked into where they had gotten their statues.
Dionysus and Hermes both sat up. Both knew that the satyr was one of the ones who disappeared and never returned but now they knew what happened to him. He got turned into a statue and only one monster came to mind as to who it could be.
(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 aluminium cans,' I reminded him. 'Those are vegetables. Come on. Let's leave. These statues are… looking at me.')
The demigods and Poseidon all shivered.
Poseidon shivered more than the demigods though cause he knew exactly who his son had run into.
(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-coloured hands looked old, but well manicured and elegant, so I imagined she was a grandmother who had once been a beautiful lady. )
"She was once beautiful. Crazy but beautiful." Poseidon told Percy. "But now she's crazy, ugly, and hateful."
(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?')
"Boys." Artemis said to herself, rolling her eyes.
( '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.' )
"That's where your nickname came from?" Nico asked Percy.
"Yup." Percy replied.
(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.)
"Boys only think about three things." Artemis muttered.
( 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. )
"You noticed that? I didn't." Annabeth asked Percy, shocked.
"Neither did I." Grover added.
(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 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 grey eyes, child.' Only later did I wonder how she knew Annabeth's name, even though we had never introduced ourselves. )
"Wow, she must have added some magic to food to make it harder to break out of her spell." Apollo said.
"Satyr, you best snap them out of it soon." Athena said to Grover.
(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. )
"I didn't know what to do to snap you guys out of it." Grover said. "I also didn't know when next we'd get 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 was a good lie." Hermes told Grover.
"It's a lie all satyr are taught." Grover told him.
(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. )
"I don't think anyone can make gnomes sound interesting." Travis said chuckling.
('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. )
"Oh Gods." Gwen, and Rachel both said.
"A child." Artemis and Apollo snarled. "She's truly horrible."
('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.' )
"Yes because your face is so hideous you scare everyone who sees it." Clarisse said frowning.
('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?' )
"They suck as well."Percy said to no one.
Only the Romans knew when Percy had met the Gorgon 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?)
"Because she's crazy is why." Poseidon said to Percy, who grinned back.
( '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 grey eyes,' Aunty Em told Annabeth again. 'My, yes, it has been a long time since I've seen grey eyes like those.' )
"Get away from my daughter." Athena snarled.
(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, dears,' Aunty Em pleaded. 'I so rarely get to be with children. Before you go, won't you at least sit for a pose?')
"I hope the spell breaks soon." Frank mutters.
( '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?' )
"Yeah, Percy. What's the harm?" Annabeth asks Percy.
Percy pouts.
('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.' )
"She should have put the Sea Spawn in the middle. He would have a harder time fighting back." Athena criticizes.
"We don't want them to have a harder time." Poseidon tells her.
('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 grimaces at the mention of his uncle.
Hermes and Dionysus share a look.
('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. )
"No crap." Nico says sarcastically.
('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.)
Grover, Hermes, and Dionysus close their eyes in respect to the lost satyr.
('Look away from her!' Annabeth shouted. She whipped her Yankees cap on to 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 sandalled 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!')
"Yes. Please don't look at her." Poseidon mutters as he reads.
(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 you dare." Poseidon mutters at the book.
Percy shares an amused look with the other demigods.
(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? )
"You're not stupid. It was just hard for you to think and rationalize because of her magic. Though you did seem to be fighting it." Apollo told Percy.
(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.)
"That is true. It was easy for him." Reyna said to herself.
( 'The Grey-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. But you, dear Percy, you need not suffer.' )
"Oh don't listen to her, son." Poseidon said with a worried look on his face.
Percy was amused as it seemed his dad had forgotten he was there and alive, not a statue.
('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. You would be better off as a statue. Less pain. Less pain.' )
"That's true. It would have been less painful, but the world would have probably ended" Percy muttered just loud enough to be heard by his fellow demigods.
('Percy!' Behind me, I heard a buzzing sound, like a ninety-kilogram 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. )
"Oh yeah! Go Grover!" the Strolls cheered.
Grover grinned at the cheering his friends were doing.
(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! That's what you get!" Clarisse cried, joining the cheering Strolls.
(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.' )
"Hey! There's your sanity speaking. Is this where you lose it?" Thalia asked Percy.
"Probably." Percy said shrugging.
('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?' )
"Ooo, she's got him." Rachel said.
(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.)
"How dare she!" Aphrodite cried out at the loss of Love.
( 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?')
"Yes, please do." several demigods said in agreement with Book-Percy.
( '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. )
"You can do it!" Clarisse and the Strolls cheered in encouragement.
('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!' )
"That really hurt." Grover said grimacing and rubbing his back.
(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 – ten metres, five metres. )
"Why is she letting him close?" Artemis wondered aloud.
"Probably cause he looks like me and she can't resist." Poseidon said to her.
(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. )
"Woo! Go Percy!" Leo cried from where he sat.
"That would have been an awkward swing." Ares muttered.
(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.)
"Eww." Gwen and Piper both said grimaced.
Aphrodite was putting the bucket to good use.
( '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.' )
"It's a useful spoil." Percy said grinning.
(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.' )
The Greek demigods got up and patted Grover on the shoulder or back congratulating him themselves for his bravery.
(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. )
"A lot had happened in a span of a few hours." Annabeth said grimacing.
(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.' )
"I mean, if you want to be technical it was your luck's fault." Nico said to Percy, shrugging.
Percy just stared at him.
(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 –' ')
"Oh Gods, not another argument." Will groaned.
(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, )
"Oh, that's not good. What stupid thing are you planning?" Thalia asked Percy,
Percy just winked and gave her a grin.
(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.' )
"This is not going to be pretty." Katie muttered.
('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. )
"I feel like we should add that as a lesson on questing." Chris said. "Lesson three of questing always loot your enemies' bases when done with them."
The other demigods nodded.
The Gods however were not paying attention to the demigods but were staring at Hades.
"We did not know we were buying statues from Medusa." Hades said to the other Gods. "We thought they were just very realistic statues. When we get back I'm going to explain to Persephone that there will be no more buying of those statues."
The Gods nodded appeased.
(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)
Complete silence filled the Throne room as the Gods stared at Percy in shock.
Poseidon continued reading as there was a little bit left.
('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. )
Percy stared back at the Gods, daring them to do something about it.
(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.' )
The demigods all sat in silence waiting for the blow-up and they didn't have to wait long.
"YOU! YOU SENT US MEDUSA'S HEAD?! I SHOULD SMITE YOU!" Zeus thundered.
Percy looked unconcerned.
"You will not be smiting him brother." Poseidon said, glaring at Zeus. "Either way, we kind of deserved it. Well, you do, Zeus. Cause you kept trying to kill him on a quest to find your bolt."
"That still doesn't mean he can just get away with it." Zeus growls at Poseidon.
"Well, you can't really do anything to him as it is the past for him and the future for us if we don't end up changing things." Athena rationalized.
"Fine. Dionysus, read the next chapter." Zeus ordered.