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They were pretty miserable that night.
They camped out in the woods, a hundred yards from the main road, in a marshy clearing that local kids had obviously been using for parties. The ground was littered with flattened soda cans and fast-food wrappers.
They had taken some food and blankets from Aunty Em's, but nobody dare lit a fire to dry their damp clothes. The Furies and Medusa had provided enough excitement for one day. They didn't want to attract anything else.
And for one, demons didn't pop up randomly.
Alex volunteered to take first watch while the others slept, then someone else would take over.
Annabeth curled up on the blankets and was snoring as soon as her head hit the ground. Grover fluttered with his flying shoes to the lowest bough of a tree, put his back to the trunk, and stared at the night sky. Percy was silent as he looked at the ground, lost in his thoughts.
As for Alex, he sat on a tree branch, leaning against the tree, a leg swinging slowly. His position gave him full view of his friends and if anyone came stumbling onto them so they wouldn't be caught of guard by some random stranger.
"Get some sleep, you two." Alex called down to Percy and Grover. "We'll be up early and moving in the morning."
Grover nodded, but still didn't close his eyes. "It makes me sad, guys."
Alex looked down at him, confused, while Percy scoffed. "What does? The fact that you signed up for this stupid quest?"
"No. This makes me sad." He pointed at the pile of garbage stashed to the side of them. "And the sky. You can't even see the stars. They've polluted the sky. This is a terrible time to be a satyr."
Alex nodded. "Can't say I don't feel the same. My mother's a Goddess of the Wilderness, so this affects me as much as any other nature spirit." He said. The feel of nature was something different than being indoors.
"Oh, yeah. I guess you two would be environmentalists. You being a satyr and you the son of Artemis." Percy retorted, making the two glare at him.
"Only a human wouldn't be. Your species is clogging up the world so fast ... ah, never mind. It's useless to lecture a human. At the rate things are going, I'll never find Pan."
This made Alex blink and look at his friend in shock. "Wait, you're trying to find Pan?"
"Pam? Like the cooking spray?" Percy asked, causing Alex and Grover to faceplam.
"Pan!" The satyr cried indignantly. "P-A-N. The great god Pan! What do you think I want a searcher's license for?"
As if in response to the god's name a strange breeze rustled through the clearing, temporarily overpowering the stink of trash and muck. It brought the smell of berries and wildflowers and clean rainwater, things that might've once been in these woods. A feeling of nostalgia welled up inside Alex as he stared out ahead.
"Tell me about the search," the son of the sea said.
Grover looked at Percy cautiously, as if he were afraid the boy was just making fun of him.
"The God of Wild Places disappeared two thousand years ago," He explained. "A sailor off the coast of Ephesos heard a mysterious voice crying out from the shore, 'Tell them that the great god Pan has died!' When humans heard the news, they believed it. They've been pillaging Pan's kingdom ever since. But for the satyrs, Pan was our lord and master. He protected us and the wild places of the earth. We refuse to believe that he died. In every generation, the bravest satyrs pledge their lives to finding Pan. They search the earth, exploring all the wildest places, hoping to find where he is hidden, and wake him from his sleep."
"And you want to be a searcher."
"It's my life's dream," he said. "My father was a searcher. And my Uncle Ferdinand ... the statue you saw back there—"
"I'm sorry." Alex said, Percy nodding in agreement, both of them expression their sympathies and apologies.
Grover shook his head. "Uncle Ferdinand knew the risks. So did my dad. But I'll succeed. I'll be the first searcher to return alive."
"Hang on—the first?"
Grover took his reed pipes out of his pocket. "No searcher has ever come back. Once they set out, they disappear. They're never seen alive again."
"Not once in two thousand years?"
"No."
"And your dad? You have no idea what happened to him?" Alex asked
"None."
"But you still want to go," Percy said, amazed. Alex shared the same feeling. "I mean, you really think you'll be the one to find Pan?"
"I have to believe that, guys. Every searcher does. It's the only thing that keeps us from despair when we look at what humans have done to the world. I have to believe Pan can still be awakened."
"Well, hold onto the hope that you'll find him, buddy and never give up." Alex said, earning a smile from Grover.
"Thanks, Alex."
After a few moments of silence, Percy then asked. "So, how are we going to get to the Underworld? I mean, what chance do we have against a god?"
"I don't know," he admitted. "But back at Medusa's, when you were searching her office? Annabeth was telling me—"
"Oh, I forgot. Annabeth will have a plan all figured out."
"Percy, what did I tell you?" Alex said warningly
"Don't be so hard on her, Percy. She's had a tough life, but she's a good person. After all, she forgave me..." His voice faltered.
"What do you mean?" Percy asked. "Forgave you for what?"
Suddenly, Grover seemed very interested in playing notes on his pipes. Alex was silent, as it wasn't his place to speak of this. It was a sore topic for him.
"Wait a minute," Percy said. "Your first keeper job was five years ago. Annabeth has been at camp five years. She wasn't ... I mean, your first assignment that went wrong—"
"I can't talk about it," Grover said, and his quivering lower lip suggested he'd start crying if Percy pressed him. "But as I was saying, back at Medusa's, Annabeth and I agreed there's something strange going on with this quest. Something isn't what it seems."
"Well, duh. I'm getting blamed for stealing a thunderbolt that Hades took."
"That's not what I mean," Grover said. "The Fur—The Kindly Ones were sort of holding back. Like Mrs. Dodds at Yancy Academy ... why did she wait so long to try to kill you? Then on the bus, they just weren't as aggressive as they could've been."
"They seemed plenty aggressive to me."
Grover shook his head. "They were screeching at us: 'Where is it? Where?'"
"Asking about me," Percy said.
"They would've said: 'Where is he?', Percy, if that was the case." Alex pointed out. He had been trying to figure out what the Furies meant
"That doesn't make sense." Percy shook his head.
"Perhaps." Alex shrugged. "But I had a dream before we left the camp. It was on a beach, and two animals were in it. One was a screech owl, which we know is the symbol of Hades. The other was a wild boar, which represents Ares. The boar's place is something i haven't figured out, but the owl looked to be searching for something... I don't think Hades is behind this."
"He's the God of the Underworld. And wants to topple his brothers, Alex." Percy pointed out.
"You're being stereotypical there, Percy." Alex rolled his eyes. "Hades may not be my favourite person, but that doesn't mean I'm going to blindly assume he's at fault just because he rules the Underworld. Hollywood is to blame for making Hades appear as the bad guy, as the Devil in Greek mythology, when in actual mythology, he's different, honourable and fair. There is more going on in this quest than we know."
The three went silent again, and Alex looked up to stare at the full moon, wondering if his mother was staring back down at him, watching him.
"I haven't been straight with you, guys." Percy told them. "I don't care about the master bolt. I agreed to go to the Underworld so I could bring back my mother."
"I already figured that out, Percy." Alex said, looking at him. "You did ask a couple of questions about the Underworld during the first few days at camp. Grover and I already know why you're doing this."
Grover blew a soft note on his pipes. "But are you sure that's the only reason, Percy?"
Percy shook his head. "I'm not doing it to help my father. He doesn't care about me. I don't care about him."
Grover gazed down from his tree branch. "Look, Percy, I'm not as smart as Annabeth. I'm not as brave as you and Alex. But I'm pretty good at reading emotions. You're glad your dad is alive. You feel good that he's Claimed you, and part of you wants to make him proud. That's why you mailed Medusa's head to Olympus. You wanted him to notice what you'd done."
"Yeah? Well maybe satyr emotions work differently than human emotions. Because you're wrong. I don't care what he thinks."
Grover pulled his feet up onto the branch. "Okay, Percy. Whatever."
"Besides, I haven't done anything worth bragging about. We barely got out of New York and we're stuck here with no money and no way west."
Grover looked at the night sky, like he was thinking about that problem. "How about I take first watch, Alex? You and Percy get some sleep."
"Sure, Grover." Alex said and so the two demigods settled and dozed off and fell asleep.
When Alex awoke the following morning, he blinked several times when he saw Grover sitting there, holding a pink poodle.
"Um, Grover, you want to explain this." He said, motioning to the poodle.
"Oh right, this is Gladiola. He is missing and it turns out there is a reward for him. We could use the money to help pay the way through the quest. Say hi." Grover said.
"Hey." Alex said to the poodle.
What's up, human? Gladiola responded.
Alex was hardly surprised that he heard the animal, given he has always been able to understand animals. Before he found out who his mother was, he never knew how he could communicate with animals.
"Not much." Alex replied.
You can understand me? You do smell off for a human. You smell part human, quarter of something else, and part wolf.
"Long story." Alex said, not in the mood to explain it.
"I'm not surprised you can understand him." Grover said. "Artemis is able to speak to animals, so it must be something you inherited."
"Yeah, I always wondered how I could talk to animals growing up. You have no idea how much I annoyed my dad with it, especially when the conversation would be about him."
"Well," Annabeth said, "the zombie lives."
Alex looked over to see the daughter of Athena had woken Percy up, though he also noticed how shaken Percy looked before he gained his composure.
"How long was I asleep?" Percy asked.
"Long enough for me to cook breakfast." Annabeth tossed him a bag of nacho-flavored corn chips from Aunty Em's snack bar. "And Grover went exploring. Look, he found a friend."
Percy looked and blinked several times upon seeing the poodle.
Gladiola yapped at him. Ugly monkey.
Alex never burst out laughing at that while Grover told the dog off. "No, he's not."
The boy blinked. "Are you...talking to that thing?"
Gladiola growled. I am not a thing, you overgrown, dirty ape.
Huh, seems someone has watched the Planet of the Apes.
"This thing," Grover warned, "is our ticket west. Be nice to him."
"You can talk to animals?"
"As Alex can." Grover nodded. "Percy, meet Gladiola. Gladiola, Percy."
Bow before me, wretched monkey! You shall kneel to me! Gladiola claimed, making Alex stiffen a chuckle as even Grover was fighting the urge to laugh. Talk about a dog with an ego.
Percy stared at Annabeth, figuring she'd crack up at this practical joke they were playing on him, but she looked deadly serious.
"I'm not saying hello to a pink poodle," Percy shook his head. "Forget it."
"Percy," Annabeth said. "I said hello to the poodle. Alex said hello to the poodle. You say hello to the poodle."
The poodle growled. Do it!
He said hello to the poodle.
Grover explained that he'd come across Gladiola in the woods and they'd struck up a conversation. The poodle had run away from a rich local family, who'd posted a $200 reward for his return. Gladiola didn't really want to go back to his family, but he was willing to if it meant helping Grover.
"How does Gladiola know about the reward?" Percy asked.
"He read the signs," Grover said. "Duh."
"Of course," Percy said. "Silly me."
"So we turn in Gladiola," Annabeth explained in her best strategy voice, "we get money, and we buy tickets to Los Angeles. Simple."
"Not another bus," he said warily.
"No," Annabeth agreed.
She pointed downhill, toward train tracks they hadn't been able to see last night in the dark. "There's an Amtrak station half a mile that way. According to Gladiola, the westbound train leaves at noon."
The group nodded and set forth.
They spent two days on the Amtrak train, heading west through hills, over rivers, and past amber waves of grain.
They weren't attacked once, but the group didn't relax. Who knew where an attack could come from?
Percy had to keep a low profile since his picture was tagged at the greyhound incident and was in the paper for it. The Trenton Register-News showed a photo taken by a tourist as Percy got off the Greyhound bus. He had a wild look in his eyes. His sword was a metallic blur in his hands. It might've been a baseball bat or a lacrosse stick.
The rest of the day the group did what they could to pass the time. Percy paced the length of the train, Alex took out his hunting knife and flipped it, caught it, then repeated, even doing some tricks with it with the others cautiously hoping he didn't cut a finger off and he gave them a deadpanned look at that while balancing the knife on his pinkie.
As if he was that stupid.
Later, both Alex and Percy spotted a family of centaurs galloping across a wheat field, bows at the ready, as they hunted lunch. The little boy centaur, who was the size of a second-grader on a pony, saw the boys and waved.
Another time, toward evening, Alex saw something huge moving through the woods. It was a very big lion, and he knew it had to be the Nemean Lion. He was kinda glad they didn't have to fight it, as the only way it was beaten by Hercules in the myths was because he wrestled it down and choked it out.
The reward money for returning Gladiola the poodle had only been enough to purchase tickets as far as Denver. They couldn't get berths in the sleeper car, so they dozed in our seats.
Grover kept snoring and bleating. Once, he shuffled around and his fake foot fell off. They had to stick it back on before any of the other passengers noticed.
"So," Annabeth asked Percy, once they'd gotten Grover's sneaker readjusted. "Who wants your help?"
"What do you mean?"
"When you were asleep just now, you mumbled, 'I won't help you.' Who were you dreaming about?"
Percy was reluctant at first, but he eventually told her and Alex about his dreams involving a black pit and some voice.
Annabeth was quiet for a long time. "That doesn't sound like Hades. He always appears on a black throne, and he never laughs."
"He offered my mother in trade. Who else could do that?"
"I guess ... if he meant, 'Help me rise from the Underworld.' If he wants war with the Olympians. But why ask you to bring him the master bolt if he already has it?"
Alex had remained silent after Percy told them of his dream, thinking back to the one he had, the one featuring the evil voice that sounded so... evil and ancient. He had his suspicions on who it was, and Hades sure as heck wasn't on the suspect list.
'I just hope I'm wrong, I'd rather it not be... him.' Alex thought grimly with a shiver, looking out the window, his thoughts distant. For there was only one being that could be as ancient and evil, and filled with hate for the Olympians to the point he'd want to see them dethroned and destroyed.
Kronos.
Toward the end of their second day on the train, June 13, eight days before the summer solstice, they passed through some golden hills and over the Mississippi River into St. Louis. Annabeth craned her neck to see the Gateway Arch, which looked like a huge shopping bag handle stuck on the city.
"I want to do that," she sighed.
"What?" Percy asked.
"Build something like that. You ever see the Parthenon, Percy?"
"Only in pictures."
"Someday, I'm going to see it in person. I'm going to build the greatest monument to the gods, ever. Something that'll last a thousand years."
Percy laughed. "You? An architect?"
Alex punched his shoulder. "Oi, be nice."
Annabeth's cheeks flushed. "Yes, an architect. Athena expects her children to create things, not just tear them down, like a certain god of earthquakes I could mention."
"I swear to God, you two..." Alex groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. Seriously, could they just stop with being at each other's throats?
"Sorry," Annabeth said. "That was mean."
"Can't we work together a little?" Percy pleaded. "I mean, didn't Athena and Poseidon ever cooperate?"
Annabeth had to think about it. "I guess ... the chariot," she said tentatively. "My mom invented it, but Poseidon created horses out of the crests of waves. So they had to work together to make it complete."
"Then we can cooperate, too. Right?"
They rode into the city, Annabeth watching as the Arch disappeared behind a hotel.
"I suppose," she said at last.
They pulled into the Amtrak station downtown. The intercom told us we'd have a three-hour layover before departing for Denver.
Grover stretched. Before he was even fully awake, he said, "Food."
"Come on, goat boy," Annabeth said. "Sightseeing."
"Sightseeing?"
"The Gateway Arch," she said. "This may be my only chance to ride to the top. Are you coming or not?"
The boys shared looks. "We might as well humor her." Alex sighed. "She'll never get off our backs if she doesn't."
"But you'll get on ours for food." Percy countered.
Alex shot him a look. "What did I tell you? It could've been some paedophile waiting to snatch kids, luring them in with the smell of food. that's different compared to this."
Percy conceded to that.
The Arch was about a mile from the train station. Late in the day the lines to get in weren't that long. They threaded our way through the underground museum, looking at covered wagons and other junk from the 1800s. It wasn't all that thrilling, but Annabeth kept telling them interesting facts about how the Arch was built, and Grover kept passing Percy and Alex jelly beans.
Percy kept looking around, though, at the other people in line. "You smell anything?" He murmured to Grover and Alex
"Just the underground." Alex said after taking a sniff.
"Underground air always smells like monsters. Probably doesn't mean anything." Grover added.
"Guys?" Percy said. "You know the gods' symbols of power?"
Annabeth was in the middle of reading about the construction equipment used to build the Arch, though she looked over. "Yeah?"
"Well, Hade-"
Grover cleared his throat. "We're in a public place. You mean, our friend downstairs?"
"Um, right." Percy said. "Our friend way downstairs. Doesn't he have a hat like Annabeth's?"
"Yeah. The Helm of Darkness." Alex nodded.
"Yeah, that's his symbol of power. I saw it next to his seat during the winter solstice council meeting." Annabeth said.
"He was there?" Alex questioned curiously.
She nodded. "It's the only time he's allowed to visit Olympus - the darkest day of the year. But his helm is a lot more powerful than my invisibility hat, if what I've heard is true…."
"It allows him to become darkness." Grover confirmed. "He can melt into shadow or pass through walls. He can't be touched, or seen, or heard. And he can radiate fear so intense it can drive you insane or stop your heart. Why do you think all rational creatures fear the dark?"
"But then… how do we know he's not here right now, watching us?" Percy asked.
Annabeth and Grover exchanged looks.
"We don't," Grover said.
"Stop being paranoid." Alex rolled his eyes. "He probably has better things to do than waste time stalking us. He has a domain to govern and the dead to keep in control after all."
They got shoehorned into the car with this big fat lady, along with her dog. The dog was a Chihuahua with a rhinestone collar. The guards didn't say anything about it, so they assumed it was a seeing eye dog.
However, Alex knew that something was off when he couldn't hear what the Chihuahua was saying, like it wasn't really a dog.
"No parents?" the fat lady asked them.
She had beady eyes: pointy, coffee-stained teeth; a floppy denim hat, and a denim dress that bulged so much, she looked like a blue-jean blimp.
"They're below," Annabeth told her. "Scared of heights."
"Oh, the poor darlings."
The Chihuahua growled. The woman said, "Now, now sonny. Behave." The animal had beady eyes like it's owner, intelligent and vicious.
"Sonny. Is that his name?" Percy asked, wondering what kind of name that was for a dog.
"He has no name," the lady told him. She smiled, like that cleared everything up. Alex frowned, his instincts and danger senses rising and he knew... this woman was no human.
At the top of the Arch, the observation deck reminded Alex of a long tube with decent carpeting. Rows of tiny windows looked out over the city on one side and the river on the other. The view was unnerving to Andromeda, while Alex let out a low whistle.
Annabeth kept talking about structural supports, and how she would've made the windows bigger, and designed a see-through floor. She probably could've stayed there for hours, but luckily the park ranger announced that the observation deck would be closing in a few minutes.
Percy literally dragged Alex, Grover and Annabeth towards the exit, loaded the latter two into the elevator, he and Alex were about to get in but two other tourists were already there, so there was no room.
The park ranger said, "Next car, kids."
"We'll get out," Annabeth said. "We'll wait with you."
But that would just mess everybody up and take even more time, so Percy said, "Naw, it's okay. We'll see you guys at the bottom."
Alex nodded in agreement. If there was monsters in their midst, then he and Percy would have to take them on. "We'll be fine." He said to ease their worries.
Grover and Annabeth looked nervous, but they let the elevator door slide shut. Their car disappeared down the ramp.
Now the only people left on the observation deck were them, a little boy and his parents, the park ranger, and the fat lady with her pets.
Percy smiled uneasily at the fat lady. She smiled back, her forked tongue flickering between her teeth.
Wait a minute.
She had a forked tongue?
Alex sighed. "Figures. Alright, let's get to work." He reached up and took Wolfsbane off his back, startling the mortals. They probably thought he had a shotgun or something.
Before they both knew it, the Chihuahua jumped and started yapping at both demigods.
"Now, now, sonny," the lady said. "Does this look like a good time? We have all these nice people here."
"Get ready, Percy." Alex told his friend.
"Doggie!" said the little boy. "Look, a doggie!"
His parents pulled him back.
The dog bared its teeth at the demigods, foam dripping from his black lips.
"Well, son," the lady sighed. "If you insist."
"Urm, did you just call that Chihuahua your son?" Percy asked nervously, hoping he didn't just hear that as he gripped his capped pen.
"Chimera, dear," the lady corrected the boy. "Not a Chihuahua. It's an easy mistake to make."
Alex raised his eyebrows. "So we got the mother of all bitches and her personal bitch? Lovely."
"Watch your mouth, brat," the fat lady, the newly revealed Echidna, hissed.
"Make me," he responded back, glaring.
"I'm going to enjoy popping your little head."
"Bitch, you're not the first to say that, and you sure as hell aren't going to be the last."
The fat lady hissed and screeched, looking red in the face.
The monster woman rolled up her denim sleeves, revealing that her skin of her arms was scaly and green. When she smiled, they could see her fangs. The pupils of her eyes were sideways slits, like a reptile's.
The Chihuahua barked louder, and with each bark, it grew. First to the size of a Doberman, then to a lion. The bark became a roar.
The little boy screamed. His parents pulled him back towards the exit, straight into the park ranger, who stood paralyzed, gaping at the monster.
The Chimera had the head of a lion with a blood-caked mane, the body and hooves of a giant goat, and a serpent for a tail, a ten-foot-long diamondback growing out of his shaggy behind.
The rhinestone dog collar still hung around its neck, and the plate-sized dog tag was now easy to read: CHIMERA – RABID, FIRE-BREATHING, POISONOUS – IF FOUND, PLEASE CALL TARTARUS – EXT. 954.
The snake lady made a hissing noise that might've been laughter. "Be honoured, Percy Jackson, Alex Redgrave. Lord Zeus rarely allows me to test a hero with one of my brood. For I am the Mother of Monsters, the terrible Echidna!"
"Echidna... isn't that an anteater?" Percy suddenly asked.
Alex snorted and snickered in amusement.
Echidna howled, her reptilian face turning brown and green with rage. "I hate it when people say that! I hate Australia! Naming that ridiculous animal after me. For that Percy Jackson, my son shall destroy you!"
"Oi, can't you learn to fight for yourself?!" Alex interjected. "Don't be a pussy and send your son, you old hag!"
"Old?! OLD?! I'm 5,000 years old!" Echidna snarled at him.
Alex rolled his eyes. "Yeah, that's old, you old bitch. You don't look a day over 5,000."
"Fuck you!" Echidna spat.
"Fuck you!" Alex retorted.
"Sonny, destroy them!"
The Chimera charged, its lion teeth gnashing. The two boys managed to leap to the sides, with Alex dodging its bite.
"C'mon, ugly puppy!" He clapped his hands, like he was beckoning a dog. "I'll take you for a walk. Come on! Let's go!"
The Chimera charged at him, but he jumped out of the way while swinging his sword, slashing it along it's hind leg and leaving a trickle of golden blood to run down the leg from the wound.
The Chimera roared before Percy shouted on the other side of the deck "Hey, Chihuahua!"
This made the Chimera turn incredibly fast to face Percy.
The snake tail hissed at Alex, who just raised an eyebrow at it before sidestepping it's lunging bites.
The lion part of the Chimera opened its mouth, emitting a stench like the world's largest barbecue pit, and shot a column of flame straight at Percy.
The son of Poseidon dove through the explosion. The carpet burst into flames; the heat was so intense, it nearly seared off his eyebrows.
Where he had been standing a moment before was a ragged hole in the side of the Arch, with melted metal steaming around the edges.
Alex winced when he saw the damage. they blow torched a national monument.
Annabeth was going to kill them.
Alex ducked the snake tail and leaped, using the Chimera's back as a springboard, and while in mid-air, Alex slung Wolfsbane across his and grabbed his bow. He landed in a crouching position beside Percy, whirled around with an arrow on the bowstring and fired, getting the Chimera in it's left foreleg, causing it to roar in pain.
"Go!" Alex told Percy, sticking to long-ranged attacks as he fired another arrow at the Chimera, getting it in the other foreleg this time while Percy went straight for the neck.
However, as Alex struck another leg with a gash that gushed more gold dust, Percy's sword sparked harmlessly off the dog collar. He tried to regain balance, but he was too worried about defending himself that he forgot the snake tail, which whipped around, ignoring Alex and sank its fangs into Percy's calf.
"PERCY!" Alex shouted with wide eyes, concern and rage filling him, before he shot an arrow into the head of the snake tail, then grabbed Wolfsbane and cut the tail off, making the Chimera roar in agony as Alex tucked away his latest spoil of war into his backpack.
He grabbed a weakened Percy, knowing that the Chimera's snake tail was poisonous. He backed away from the pissed off Chimera as Echidna cackled with delight.
"They don't make heroes like they used to, eh, son?" She bragged.
"Oh shut up, you old bitch." Alex rolled his eyes at the Mother of Monsters.
Echidna glared at him. "I will enjoy hearing you scream, Alex Redgrave. Your screams will be justice for your mother hunting my children along with those filthy sluts that follow her!"
"Don't talk about my mother or my sisters, when you're the filthy slut yourself. I mean, you laid with Typhon of all beings." Alex shook his head. "Sounds like a desperate slut to me."
"...I am so going to enjoy killing you."
Alex ignored her and looked at Percy, who was looking very weak the longer the poison coursed through him. He glanced over to the park ranger and the scared family, the little boy hiding behind his father's legs.
They had to protect these people.
Alex glanced at Percy, then at the big hole in the Arch, where water laid outside.
"The water outside." He muttered to Percy, causing the son of the sea to look at him. "I doubt you're strong enough to will that much to you just now... you'll have to jump into it."
"Yes, do so!" Echnica cackled, causing Alex to glare at her. "If you are the son of Poseidon, you would not fear water. Jump, Percy Jackson. Show me that water will not harm you. Jump. Prove your bloodline."
"What are you going to do?" Percy whispered to the son of Artemis.
"I'm going to put this bitch and the mutt down." Alex gritted his teeth. Nobody hurts his friends. Nobody.
Percy looked down at the water, then his expression became one of determination and he nodded at Alex before closing his eyes, and prayed. "Father, help me." He whispered before willingly falling back and off the platform, falling towards the water. Alex watched as he hit the water and sunk beneath it, knowing it will do it's job in healing her.
Now, he had a couple of monsters to deal with.
"And then there was you." Echnida cackled as Alex stood and faced her, Wolfsbane gripped tightly in his hand. "I must say, I never through I'd see the day where Artemis would break her oath. The centuries of sexual frustration must've gotten the best of her, and she became a complete whore who spread her legs for the first man she saw."
"You shut your fucking mouth." Alex growled.
"Or what?" Echidna challenged. "You're all alone. Do you really think you can defeat my son and I?"
"I don't think..." Alex smirked coldly. "I can. And I will."
The Chimera roared and charged at the son of the moon, who waited. When the Chimera was close enough, Alex rolled out the way, swung his sword along the side of the beast, then whipped around, Eclipse in hand, and shot the beast right in the head. It fell down onto its side soon after.
"Nooo!" Echidna wailed angrily. "My son! My child!"
Alex rolled his eyes at the dramatics and whirled around, his gun aimed, and fired. Echidna screamed as she was struck, dissolving into golden dust just like the Chimera.
"I think that look suits you better." He nodded, holstering his gun and sheathing Wolfsbane across his back. He walked over to where the Chimera had been, picking up a white horn with a tuft of blood and crimson fur.
He put it in his backpack with the head of the snake tail, both spoils of war to be added to his trophy display when he gets back to camp. He then took his leave, to meet up with his friends.
And that's it for this chapter, folks. Let me know what you think in the reviews, please.
So about the Prince of Olympus idea, here's the synopsis:
Following an argument between Zeus and Hera after Jupiter cheats on Juno with Beth Grace, conceiving Jason, Hera creates a mortal aspect of herself to live in the mortal world so she can be away from Zeus for a bit. However, she is unaware that Zeus did the same for the same reasons. Their aspects meet, fall in love, and have a child before they reveal themselves to the other much to their shock. But it helps in repairing Zeus and Hera's marriage as Zeus fully commits himself to her.
But because their child was born through their mortal aspects, he's more of a demigod than a full god, which means they can't raise him. So, they have their mother, Rhea, raise him and train him until he's ready to go to Camp Half-Blood.