Living Life

by ngirl292

Percy and Annabeth are 26, with a 4 year old daughter, Ladea. Ladea is a challenge, yet intelligent and brave, especially since Annabeth is expecting another baby. How can 3 demigods in one house survive? When a monster goes havoc, Ladea is revealed to her true self, which attracts more monsters l Ladea and Fiona are older, and a third Great Prophecy comes another quest to fulfill.

22. Chapter 22

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Liam

I was a bit startled. But it was not the first No-Face I have seen. I instantly grabbed my bag of vegetable oil and splashed it into the monster's face.

Her arm squeaked. "Fools! I could have helped you! Now you weakened me, darn rats!"

Her belly growled, "Idiots! We know their weaknesses! Get this wizardry off me NOW!"

Let's get this straight. I took a magic class, to make weakening potions, or strength drainers and the teacher did say to grab the next thing you saw. I saw my lab partner, Nerita. Next thing? A bottle of vegetable oil. I took it just in case. I think Nerita may have a Truth Duster.

"Nerita, duster please," I whisper.

"Oh go ahead!" moaned the No-Face's hair.

Nerita whipped out the golden duster and sprayed it on every part of the No-Face. The No-Face smirked (if a ankle can smirk) and laughed.

"I didn't lie!" chorused her body.

"So . . . you're good and you want to help us and not kill us after?" I ask questioningly.

"Hey, you didn't mention that last part!" whined the No-Face. "Yes, I'm good and want to help you."

"Kill?" I murmured. I narrowed my eyes to Nerita, flipped them up and cross-eyed. Meaning - helped, fly, ditch. After the beast helped us, we'd fly out and ditch her.

"Ha! You can't ditch me! You'll go crazy trying," the No-Face guffawed.

"Why not?" Nerita shouts.

"I'm a goddess, in disguise. I admit I admire your suspicion," the No-Face laughed, a mouth appearing on her blank head.

"Uh-huh," I try thinking who liked suspicion on others . . .

I didn't notice the rest of the No-Face forming until Nerita muttered, "Artemis."

Nerita

"I'm sorry, Lady Artemis," I bow down deeply until my eyes face my shoes.

"Oh, get up! I hate when people try being polite, but end up being so rude and making me talk to their disgusting hair when they bow," Artemis complained, eyes stony.

I whip back up, murmuring a soft sorry.

"Now, to business," Artemis laughs rawly, face colder than ice.

My vision went into purple circles, and deepened into black.