I'm sorry it's taken so long for me to update but I should be able to get chapters out more frequently now.

I do not own Percy Jackson, or any of the characters. That right belongs to Rick Riordan.

Enjoy the story!

Last time: Thalia sighed and handed the book to Percy, who just sighed, remembering what would happen in the next chapter.

Now:

"Why do you guys look so down?" Hazel asked, because she hadn't heard of Percy's first quest. Annabeth just shook her head and replied, "I can never look at a statue the same ever again." Percy, while having the same feeling couldn't help but say, "Well all but one. My mom 'sculpted' one once and when I first saw it I had honestly never felt happier." Now everyone was curious as to what could possibly happen, though Athena and Poseidon had a fair idea of what would happen. Everyone looked at Percy with and basically commanded him to read the chapter.

11 WE VISIT THE GARDEN GNOME EMPORIUM

Poseidon had paled considerably. Athena looked like she wanted to strangle him.

In a way, it's nice to know there are Greek gods out there, because you have somebody to blame when things go wrong.

Apollo and Hermes started smiling when they heard the first part, then looked offended when they heard the rest, and everyone else just laughed.

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.

"Yes. But somehow you just make it sound funny." Thalia said while laughing.

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.

Percy wrinkled his nose. "I don't care if I am a child of the god of the sea. The Hudson is still the Hudson and it stinks!"

Grover was shivering and burying, his big goat eyes turned slit-pupiled and full of terror. "Three Kindly Ones. All three at once."

Luke shuddered, remembering the last time he saw 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."

Grover snorted, "Sliced like lunch meat, but fine."

Annabeth glared at Grover, "Shut up goat boy."

Percy just smothered a laugh because he knew what the next lines would be.

"Sliced like sandwich bread," Grover put in, "but fine."

"Shut up, goat boy," said Annabeth.

Now everyone was cracking up.

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."

Aphrodite internally squealed, she can see a blooming couple!

"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."

"Thanks wise girl, nice to know me being dead is the second most important thing." Annabeth rolled her eyes and didn't reply.

Aphrodite looked interested, perhaps she wouldn't need to set them up.

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.

Luke smirked at Percy, "Is there any particular reason you were watching her like that?" Percy and Percy both blushed and looked away, making Luke laugh, and everyone else from the future smile like they knew something everyone else didn't.

"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."

Nico held up a piece of paper and pencil, and in a very reportery voice said, "Can I quote you on that?" Annabeth thought for a moment, smiled, and replied, "I take it back. Camp is just as hard to survive as the real world." And with that all the futures just burst out laughing, at an inside joke.

If I didn't know better, I could've sworn I heard doubt in her voice.

"Never!"

"You're pretty good with that knife," I said.

"You think so?"

"Not just good, you're terrifying."

"Anybody who can piggyback-ride a Fury is okay by me."

The mental image of someone having a Fury give them a piggyback-ride invaded everyone's mind. Making many try and smother their laughter, while others just started rolling on the floor. A few were crying they were laughing so hard.

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 rolled her eyes, "The sea spawn would have an owl be the one to be tortured." Poseidon was going to retort but Percy read on not giving him the chance.

"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.

Grover blushed.

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.

Leo actually got out a very small notebook and turned to the first page, and wrote something down. Nico and Thalia laughed when they saw the front of the notebook. It read, 'Superpowers Percy doesn't have'.

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. 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.

The sound of a double cheeseburger apparently sounded good to more than just Percy as Thalia, Nico, Jason, Bianca, Nico, Thalia, Jason, and Percy's stomachs all growled, making everyone laugh. Someone also noted that only the stomachs of the children of the Big Three growled, and voiced it. Sending the demigods into another round of hysterics, while the gods look on in obvious affection.

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.

Everyone smothered laughter at Nico's look of obvious sadness.

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.

All of the demigods that hadn't been there, or been there yet, groaned in horror of trying to decipher that kind of writing.

To me, it looked like: ATNYU MES GDERAN GOMEN MEPROUIM.

"What the heck does that say?" I asked.

"I don't know," Annabeth said.

It was dead silence for a few seconds as the demigods tried to process the idea that Annabeth had dyslexia as well.

She loved reading so much, I'd forgotten she was dyslexic, too.

Grover translated: "Aunty Em's Garden Gnome Emporium."

Suddenly Hades knew where this was going and groaned. Already getting ready for the fight that would ensue between Poseidon and Athena. No one else besides Poseidon and Athena seemed to realize what monster they were about to see.

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.

A few looks of confusion but still nothing.

I crossed the street, following the smell of the ham-burgers.

"Hey ..." Grover warned.

"The lights are on inside," Annabeth said. "Maybe it's open."

"Snack bar," I said wistfully

"Snack bar," she agreed.

"The children of immortal rivals agreeing on something?" Apollo started. "It must be the end of the world." Hermes finished. They, along with the demigods started laughing, only to be stopped when Athena and Poseidon glared at them.

"Are you two crazy?" Grover said. "This place is weird."

We ignored him.

"Of course you did."

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!"

Hades looked around once again to see if anyone else had caught on. It appeared to him as if Dionysus, Artemis, Apollo, and Demeter had caught on. So the grand total so far was:7. Hades sighed, knowing it would take the rest of his family a while to figure it out.

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?"

Athena sighed, "Letting your hunger override your good judgement." Annabeth just shrugged.

"Meat!" he said scornfully. "I'm a vegetarian."

"You eat cheese enchiladas and aluminum cans," I reminded him.

"Those are vegetables.

Demeter looked at the young satyr and, in an almost remorseful voice said, "That's only because you don't have enough cereal! Honestly if ate more cereal you satyrs wouldn't be so thin and sickly!" Hades sighed in exasperation, but glad that, for once, her rant wasn't directed at him.

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. 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.

The rest of the gods donned near identical looks of recognition, then looks of shock as they wonder how in the name of themselves did these demigods survive!?

Her accent sounded vaguely Middle Eastern, too. She said, "Children, it is too late to be out all alone. Where are your parents?"

"Well that really depends. Do you want the mortal parents or the godly parents?"

"They're ... um ..." Annabeth started to say.

"We're orphans," I said.

"Or that."

"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?"

All the older demigods just shake their heads, having been apart of a conversation with Percy where he just randomly changes the subject.

"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."

Now most of the demigods had also figured out who Percy, Annabeth, and Grover were dealing with.

We thanked her and went inside.

Annabeth muttered to me, "Circus caravan?"

"Always have a strategy, right?"

"Your head is full of kelp."

"And thus the birth of Kelp head!"

"Shut up Pinecone face!"

The argument continued, somehow drawing in Nico. The younger versions of everyone involved in the argument looked on wondering how they would ever be friends that could argue like this.

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.

The only thing Hades had to say to the pointed looks everyone was giving him was,"Persephone's garden." At which point Thalia, Nico, and Percy all shuddered and as one said, "Never again."

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. 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.

Jason face palmed, "You were paying enough attention to notice that she locked the door, but not enough to wonder why?!" Percy just kept reading.

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.

Suddenly all of the demigod's stomachs rumbled making Hestia laugh, "How about after this chapter we have lunch?"

This proposal was met with much agreement.

"Please, sit down," Aunty Em said.

"Awesome," I said.

"Um," Grover said reluctantly, "we don't have any money, ma'am."

Percy hissed to Grover, "Stop talking! If we have to fight this monster at least let us eat first!" Everyone was struck by how this was both, stupid and smart. But then again, that pretty much summed up Percy Jackson.

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 some-thing wrong, but then the old woman relaxed just as quickly, so I figured it must've been my imagination.

"When will you learn not to dismiss things as your imagination!"

"Quite all right, Annabeth," she 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.

Now everyone was drooling with hunger.

I was halfway through my burger before I remembered to breathe.

"So you at every meal then?"

"Haha."

Annabeth slurped her shake.

"And Annabeth's just as bad!" Leo said, making everyone laugh. Especially when Annabeth slapped him for saying that.

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."

"Yeah cause that's not suspicious at all."

"That's admirable," she said. "But please, relax."

Aunty Em ate nothing. She hadn't taken off her head-dress, 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.

Poseidon groaned, "Please don't."

"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."

Nico snorted, "Yeah. If you're a god that likes your garden decorated with the dead." Bianca looked startled that her baby brother, who was very shy, would say something like that.

"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."

In a fake cheery voice Frank said, "And what better way to cherish them, then by turning them all to stone?"

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.

"She's warning you from beyond the graaaaaaavve!" Leo said, dragging out grave, making everyone laugh.

"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.

"Any alarm bells yet, Jackson?" Clarisse asked sarcastically.

"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?"

Everyone moved forward, hoping to hear the awesome fight.

"It's a terrible story," Aunty Em said. "Not one for chil-dren, really. You see, Annabeth, a bad woman was jealous of me,

Athena rolled her eyes.

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.

The evil eye Athena gave the book assured everyone that it was no 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?

"Percy?" Annabeth was shaking me to get my attention. "Maybe we should go. I mean, the ringmaster will be waiting."

For once it was Percy that shouted, "Listen to her you idiot!"

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."

One word ran through all of the demigods, 'Creepy!'

She reached out as if to stroke Annabeth's cheek, but Annabeth stood up abruptly

"We really should go."

"Yes you should."

"Yes!" Grover swallowed his waxed paper and stood up. "The ringmaster is waiting! Right!"

"You know," Hermes started to say, "I'm really impressed that they kept up the circus story."

I didn't want to leave. I felt full and content. Aunty Em was so nice. I wanted to stay with her a while.

Poseidon shook his head as if to say, No you really don't.

"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."

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?"

All of the future demigods started mumbling something about seaweed brains, kelp heads, and idiots.

"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.

Athena looked like she was about to suker punch Poseidon so Percy quickly continued the story.

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.

Jason looked at Percy like he was mutant, "How are you still alive?! You notice everything wrong but you don't!" Percy laughed, "It's a gift."

"Oh, enough," Aunty Em said. "Enough for us to see each other, yes?"

"Where's your camera?" Grover asked.

"Listen to the goat boy!"

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."

"Seriously have none of you put it together yet!?"

"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.

Percy's voice kind of trailed off, as if he was there again fighting of the voice all over again.

Annabeth punched his arm and told him to keep reading.

"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?"

"Seriously, run!"

"That is Uncle Ferdinand!" Grover gasped.

Everyone cheered at the small victory of someone figuring out what they were dealing with.

"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

"Go Annabeth!" Clarisse shouted while smiling.

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.

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.

Everyone shuddered at the mental imaging Percy gave them.

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.

"Two people have figured it out. And Percy seems to finally be getting a clue!" Frank said, excited to hear more about Percy's first quest.

"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."

"Creepy!"

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.

Everyone started counting in their heads. 3.

Aunty Em.

2.

Aunty "M."

1.

How could I have been so stupid?

"We wonder that everyday Prissy."

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.

"Wow. That's gotta be like double embarrassing then! First getting killed by Zeus's Perseus and now about to get killed by Poseidon's Percy! All she needs now is for Hades to have a kid named Perseus and get killed by him. Then she could brag to all the other monsters that she got defeated by

three different Percy's!" Leo and Leo said in unison, making everyone around them laugh.

"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."

"Please, if you want to blame anyone, blame Poseidon." Athena rolled her eyes.

"Don't listen to her!" Annabeth's voice shouted, some-where 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."

Everyone just rolled their eyes at Medusa.

"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."

"I can't even begin to list the number of times a monster has said that to me."

"Percy!" Behind me, I heard a buzzing sound, like a two-hundred-pound hummingbird in a nosedive. Grover yelled, "Duck!"

Everyone was so caught up in the story they actually ducked!

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. I dove to one side.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence!"

"No problem!"

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.

Everyone burst into tiny giggles.

"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."

"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."

"A chance because of a very creepy reason." Leo shuddered.

"What? I can't-"

"Look, do you want her turning more innocent people into statues?"

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.

Aphrodite looked personally offended at that.

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?" Percy said to Annabeth.

"I am!"

"Would you speak English?"

"I am!"

"Somethings never change."

"Shut up Leo!"

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."

"What is with you two thinking I'll 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.

"Was she as ugly as they say?"

"Much worse."

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!"

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.

The future demigods just playfully rolled their eyes.

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.

"Actually, the green swirls were making it better!"

"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.

Even though they knew he was alive, he was reading it to them for Zeus's sake! Everyone waited for the lines saying he died.

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.

"Of course you would survive three different attacks from Greeks most terrifying monster!"

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.

A high pitched squeal informed everyone exactly what Aphrodite thought of that description.

"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.

"Ew."

"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."

There was something about the way that Percy smirked and looked over a Gabe that gave everyone a feeling he knew exactly how well it petrified.

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."

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."

"I don't know man it could've been worse. You could've landed on a concrete porcupine!" Leo stated while laughing.

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?"

All the gods groaned, they had never heard an end to that particular argument.

Annabeth flashed me an irritated look. "Your dad, actually. Don't you remember? Medusa was Poseidon's girl-friend. 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."

"One time I really wish I didn't."

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-"

"Someone get the duct tape. Quick! Before Athena and Poseidon start too!" Hermes shouted making the demigods laugh.

"Hey!" Grover interrupted. "You two are giving me a migraine,

"Satyrs don't even get migraines." Apollo pointed out.

and satyrs don't even get migraines.

"I think like a goat! NOOOOOOOO!" Apollo shouted. Artemis smirked, saying that's exactly what she thought of Apollo.

What are we going to do with the head?"

"Probably the stupidest thing Percy has ever done." Annabeth said while holding in her laughter.

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. 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.

"Maybe but I much prefer him as he is."

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. 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.

"That's how they know where to look for Hades, I bet you anything." Apollo whispered to Hermes, who of course agreed.

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.

"What in the name of the gods am I thinking?"

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

For a few seconds everything was silent. Then all of the demigods burst into laughter. Taking half an hour to calm down.

"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.

No one even tried to disagree.

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 mut-tered. "We need a new plan."

Percy smiled as he finished the chapter, place a bookmark in it and looked at Hestia. Who for her part smiled and led everyone to a kitchen type place that had appeared.

But before they could start eating a door opened and a boy about the same age as their hostess walked out.

"Um, who are you?"

I'm alive! I am really sorry about how long it has taken me to update, but here it is!

See you all next time!

Bye.