Sorry guys, I just got back. Here's a kind of filler, kind of important chapter. It's only four and a half pages, though.

Hot off the presses! There might be some mistakes. I just sat down forty-five minutes ago, and here we are!

Thanks! R&R!

I really love the mist. You know why? It can convince mortals that your giant, pregnant hellhound is really "a sweet little doggy," as the manager put it.

It can also persuade then that golden drachema and ten dollar coins. Valuable, hard hard to come by. The manager of the hotel was happy to let me stay the night for a few drachem-er, ten dollar coins.

Yeah, I'm in a hotel.

Motel.

Yeah, thanks, Person. I'm in a motel. Huge difference.

I decided, now that I have one gift to give my mother, I should lay low for a little while. Y'know, keep attention off me. The three sisters are HUGE tattletales.

OK. I just have no clue what to do next. Just don't tell, OK?

So, sittin' here on a crappy motel bed, no clue what to do next.

First, I decided to feed Sheila. Hellhounds are actually very comfterable eating dog food, and did you know that pet stores will give you a free bag if you do Bambi eyes and beg?

Oh my gods, I'm begging. What has this world come to?

I'm going to guess that hellhounds don't really mind if you let them eat a whole bag. (Which I did, of course.) Sheila barked at me and pulled her teeth back in... a grin?

Wow.

"Hey, Sheila, hey puppy. Who's a good girl?" Sheila seems to enjoy her new name, but it could just be the vigorous scratching I gave her.

Sheila let out a huge bark. "Shh-shh, we don't want to wake the whole hotel."

Motel!

Whatever!

Back to page one. What do I do now? I guess.... I make a list?

THINGS TO DO NOW:

1: Figure out who the hel-heck, sorry, Person is.

2: Um, why do I have a voice in my head?

3: The Stone of the Victor? Is there any way to make it more vague than that?

4: Remind me again why I have a voice in my head.

5: Wazzup with the book that tells me exactly what I need to know?

6: Anger, Wasp, and Temper. Oh, boy.

7: There's a VOICE. In my HEAD. Did you find anything wrong with that statement, or is it just me?

....I seem to be getting better at sarcasm. Not that I could actually say any of these things out loud.

Speaking -thinking- of number five, what about the book? Could that tell me something about the Stone of the Victor?

I leaned over the dusty bed and picked up my battered, beaten, torn old backpack. Funny; I just got it a few weeks ago. Pulling out the book, I gently blew dust of the cover. The title was different now:

Your Guide to Greek Gods and Goddesses

No author.

I slowly opened the front cover. As I had suspected, the first chapter was no longer about Athena, but said:

Nike:

The Story of the Victory Goddess

Chills went down my spine. I slowly started reading.

Nike's story is an interesting one. Her mother and father were just as, and her siblings more so. Her father, Pallas, first saw her mother when....

I devoured page after page. This book knew more about Nike than you would find every other mythology book in the world combined. I wondered how that was.

I finished the first chapter and found a surprise: There were more!

Flipping back to the beginning, I found a table of contents that I was pretty sure wasn't there before. There were chapters about Nike, her life, her role in the Titan war, how she inspired the shoe company, and her children.

I set to work.

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Four hours later, I threw the book down and collapsed onto the bed. How did this book hold thousands of pages of information? The one about my mother only held forty-two!

Maybe because no one knows anything about Nike, whispered Person snidely.

Hey! Person! Tell me what's with this book! I know you know.

Say please?

Please.

Pretty please?

Pretty please.

Pretty please with a cherry on top, I'll be your slave forever?

Pretty please with a- Hey! I'm not going to say that. Or even think it.

Your loss.

Ack! Wait! Come back! I'll think it! I'll say it!

No response Person left. Or he/she/it was still there, just listening and grinning.

Oh well. At least I know what I have to do now.

Paris, here I come!

I had to do some research for this chapter. And yes, there is something in Paris. You get to be in the next chapter if you can tell me what's in Paris that has to do with Nike.

And so you know, yes, Nike is the goddess of victory. Her symbol is Nike the sport company's logo.

What Annabeth read in the book will be revealed later on.

R & R! Buh-bye!

-Olympiangirl