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Grazing at the base of the monument was the goat. Maybe if I write down the story. Thalia and I spend all our time running for our lives. So is mine. I should probably start with the magic goat.
Early in the morning. So we followed the goat. I wondered why she sounded so nervous. After walking another mile. Thalia and I had been following the goat across Virginia. My life is pretty crazy. In the middle of the circle. My hands are shaking as I sit here on guard duty. All those ancient Greek nasties like Furies and harpies and gorgons still exist. After what happened today…well. I imagined all the normal families living in those cozy houses.
I hoped we could find a place to rest. Demigods are monster magnets. The street we were following opened up into a big circular park. And her shaggy gray fur… was it glowing? Wisps of light seemed to cling to her like a cloud of neon. As far as I knew.
When Thalia gets an idea in her head. Her mom went off the deep end. She wears black leather boots. In other words. I knew her mom had fallen in love with Zeus. She had curlicue horns like a ram. A couple of cars looped around the traffic circle. Mortals might see the goat as just a stray dog. My mortal friends would say. She always gets her way. Thalia had never mentioned a goat. I had to take seriously.
I always ended up leaving. I respected her too much to pry. I was no expert on barnyard animals. The goat was just standing there. Before we met. Amaltheia led me out of the city. As far as her old life in Los Angeles.
I wish I was a demigod! Thalia grabbed my wrist. And later. Eventually Zeus dumped her. Anything that scared her. Thalia has saved my life a dozen times. She nodded reluctantly. She took a shaky breath. But Thalia understood. I looked up and saw the bronze General Lee move his right arm. I gave Thalia a nervous look. From above came the sound of creaking metal. Not exactly epic. I cleared my throat.
I hoped so. Thalia frowned. She chewed some grass. Thalia and I had fought several magic moving statues before. Why have you led us here. If the goat went commando on us.
Thalia knelt next to the goat. She looked a little miffed. Press Here for Ice. I could read a little Ancient Greek—it was sort of a natural ability for demigods. Now all I had was a nine-iron that I carried on my back. I used to have a sword made from Celestial bronze. I took a step back. I was determined to stick with her. I guess. He simply pointed across the street. If she wanted to chase a magical glowing goat.
Each teat was labeled with Greek letters. She was like me. We approached the statue. I almost hid behind the goat. Thalia nodded. Where do you want me to go? Did my dad send you? They were called automatons. She had sad amber eyes and a bronze collar around her neck. She nursed him. Fuzzy white light steamed around her body. Lee with a nine-iron. A bronze plaque read: Robert E. Feel free to laugh. Or maybe I read them wrong.
The teats read: Instead she looked at me expectantly. The last time she appeared. She turned to me. Something was nagging at the back of my mind. The mossy trees on either side looked like claws.
I—I trust you. Thalia knocked. I exhaled. Creepy mansion. Peeling white columns flanked the front porch. Lightning flickered through the cloud. My mouth felt dry. The goat bothered me. The door was painted charcoal black. Even on a bright sunny morning. On either side. Along with being messenger of the gods. Across the traffic circle stood a red brick mansion overgrown with ivy. The porch floorboards creaked under our feet. Thalia can flash those blue eyes.
A miniature storm cloud engulfed her. No answer. I share some of his talents. When the mist dissolved. I gazed across the street at the dilapidated house. She jiggled the handle. Heavy drapes blocked the windows.
I concentrated. The drink of the gods could heal wounds. High above. The sheets of sludge lashed at the air. They were steaming and blistered. The metal cylinder looked like a Mace canister. They oozed up her arms and covered her spear. I lunged at the handle and pulled. Thalia shivered in my arms. A staircase wrapped around the back wall. At the base of the stairs sat a heap of cans. This time nothing happened. I pressed my hand on the lock and willed it to open.
I grabbed my golf club. I started to say. In one corner. No luck. Thalia marched through anyway. I tapped it. With a click. Her spear clattered on the floor. Her spear lay nearby. The ooze shuddered and reverted to fabric long enough for me to pull Thalia free. Two hallways led off to the left and right. The curtains liquefied into sheets of oily sludge like giant black tongues. After a few more failed attempts to reach us.
I dragged her away as the curtains returned to ooze and tried to catch her. The checkerboard marble floor was smeared with mud and crusty dried stuff that I hoped was just ketchup. Thalia pulled her weapon from her belt. Inside was an old-fashioned ballroom. Several mahogany chairs had been busted to kindling.
The lock on the handle was even easier. The steam dissipated. It felt like my heart was trying to climb my throat. Her face paled like she was going into shock. She raised her hands. The blisters faded. The doorway exuded a sour evil smell. She tried to part the drapes. We might be running straight to our deaths. I jumped over a pile of bones.
I could make out a pair of small red lights glowing near the floor. I was afraid to look back. Another pair of glowing red eyes glared at us from the shadows. A growl made my hair stand on end. She glanced at the drapes with a mixture of fear and nausea. I knew she was right. Maybe night-lights? Then the lights moved. My instincts said. As if in reply. What in Hades were they? At the top of the stairs.
To my right. But something about those voices echoing all around me. But how could one voice come from two different places? Then the same voice called out from the hallway on the left: I did a double take. The voice seemed to have come from the thing in the hallway—the thing with the glowing red eyes. Every muscle in my body tensed.
From both hallways came a strange hollow clack. Somewhere ahead of us. I squinted down the hall to the left. Dimly flickering wall sconces made the doors along either side seem to dance. I considered our options: They bobbed up and down. Thalia made a strangled sound. Instead of paws it had hooves like a horse.
The door slammed shut. We charged ahead. The carpet was ripped to shreds and littered with bones. Against the far wall was a twin bed. He was tall and gaunt. We reached the door and I launched myself against it.
Behind us. Thalia and I spilled inside. A gravel floor was littered with bones and pieces of armor. Instead of teeth. Thalia said. His shoulders slumped.
He sounded alone and miserable. The monster snarled. When it snapped its mouth. Its head was a mixture of horse and wolf—with pointed ears. His room was arranged like a studio apartment. I wanted to run. The left side of the room had a row of iron bars like a prison cell.
Light seeped from underneath the last door on the left. The corridor became more dilapidated—wallpaper peeling away like tree bark. Unlike the rest of the house. Saliva dripped from its weird bony ridges. I could still hear the other creatures—at least two of them —growling out in the hallway. My heart almost burst out of my rib cage. Or maybe the voice in front of us belonged to a monster too. For a second I thought it was wearing one of those mouth guards that boxers use.
Along the right wall stood a bookcase. The monster fixed its glowing red eyes on me. His sad green eyes were underscored with bags. He looked like a very old. Halcyon Green. Apollo warned me to keep quiet. Thalia helped me to my feet. I was born with the curse of seeing the future.
I met a young girl who was destined to die in an accident. Because my father is the god of oracles. I saved her life by telling her the future. My name is Halcyon Green. That is how it lures its prey. The monster spoke for him: Our lives were so dangerous. Why would that anger the gods? I brandished it at the old man. Halcyon shrugged listlessly. Thalia and I figured it was unlikely any demigod could live to be an adult.
Behind the bars. He told me I should never share what I saw because it would anger the gods. The man. Yet Halcyon Green was ancient. But many years ago…I simply had to speak. It has a talent for imitating human voices. He opened his mouth. He forced. Such is my curse. Like some horrific ventriloquist act. I gripped her hand and faced the old man. I mean. His expression was so full of misery I thought he might cry. Then the gods set the leucrotae to guard me. I already knew the gods could be cruel.
Sometimes I try to help them. The monsters could have killed you the moment you entered the house. There has to be something we can do. It never works. They keep me alive as bait. It will let you in. I concentrated until sweat trickled down my neck. And then…well. In my backpack I had two Snickers bars. My deadbeat dad had ignored me for fourteen years. It eases my loneliness.
He took away my voice and locked me in this mansion. The leucrota snarled at him. The leucrota kicked its hooves at the bars. Celestial bronze would disintegrate a monster with one hit. They allow me your company for a while. Hal jabbed his knife between the bars. The old man winced. They speak for me. Kill the monsters. It was evil. My powers were useless. Break out. The old man shook his head dejectedly.
Fighting the monsters is hopeless. I—I subsist on whatever rations you carried. Now we had all day trapped in a room with nothing to do. At sunset. Normally when Thalia and I fought monsters. They stalked out of the enclosure and the back panel closed behind them.
Two more leucrotae stalked into the cage. Then he turned to the monsters and stared at them in silence. The monster had mimicked Thalia perfectly.
I wondered how the monsters could eat with such strange mouths. Type what you want to say. He spread his hands as if apologizing. The second monster spoke for Hal: Hal looked at me. As if to answer my question. The threat was immediate. The Celestial bronze breastplate looked thick enough to stop a spear-thrust.
After a few moments. There is no escape. The monsters will drag you away and kill you. All three fixed their glowing red eyes on me. We lived or died instantly. They comprehend emotions and a few simple phrases.
The first monster said: Not very helpful. Thalia slammed a drawer shut in frustration. The suspense was almost worse than an attack. If anybody deserved a golf club across the head.
What kind of justice was that? I was still angry with Hal for luring us here. Hal was so frail and pathetic. He motioned for us to follow him back to his computer.
I assumed you were. He had two spare sets of snakeskin clothes. The other demigods were attracted to the mansion because of the treasure. It was full of more supplies collected from unfortunate demigods—coats much too small for Hal. It was pretty clean considering how long Hal had lived here. He put his hand protectively on a battered green leather book next to his keyboard. We moved on to the bathroom.
He typed: Part of me was tempted to knock out the old man with my golf club and feed him to his drapes. Such a waste. Hal looked baffled. I needed another sword.
I doubted any of the books would help us. He hunched over the keyboard and typed: What goat? His medicine cabinet was stocked with scavenged supplies—toiletries. Why did Amaltheia bring me here? Did the other demigods come here because of the goat?
Hal got up and showed us his walk-in closet. Hal typed on his computer. Just please not my diary. Halcyon Green would eat my Snickers bars. We could order pizza and watch the monsters eat the delivery guy. The bookshelves were stuffed with everything from ancient history to thriller novels. I sighed. It might protect you. I concentrated until I could sense the mechanisms inside.
All of them were dead. Hal nodded emphatically. I knelt next to the safe. Hal shook his head. I took that as a confirmation. He was dressed in ratty jeans, a black T-shirt and a leather jacket, with a bandannaover his hair.
A knife was stuck in his belt. He had eyes the colour of flames. Phobos appeared on the bench next to me. You haveto get help fighting your battles now? He looked surprised, maybe even nervous. The one who made Dadangry? Oh, this is too good, Clarisse. Clarisse screamed. She swatted the air as if she were being attacked by invisible bugs. Clarisse backed up into the street, swinging her sword wildly.
I dug my sword a little deeper against his throat, but he simply vanished, reappearing back at the telephone pole. Clarisse collapsed, breathing hard. What do you fear? I always do. Well, let me tell you a little secret, half-blood. I am fear. If you The way Phoboslaughed at me and made Clarisse collapse just by looking at her… I wanted to teach this guy a lesson. I helped Clarisse up.
Her face was still beaded with sweat. We took the subway, keeping a lookout for more attacks, but no one bothered us. As we rode, Clarisse told me about Phobos and Deimos. Deimos is terror. Phobos is more, like, personal.
He can getinside your head. All those phobias named after him. The jerk. They hate me. The Intrepid. It probably had a bunch of guns and bombs and other dangerous toys. Just the kind of place a war god would wantto hang out. That could be any direction! A zoo over the water could be the one in Brooklyn, or maybe… someplace harder to get to, with little wild animals.
Someplace nobody would ever think to look for a war chariot. We boarded the Staten Island Ferry at three thirty, along with a bunch of tourists, who crowded the railings of the top deck, snappingpictures as we passed the Statue of Liberty.
Clarisse frowned at me.
He was a son of Athena, and he designed it to look like his mom. Annabeth was my best friend and a huge nut when it came to architecture and monuments. I guess her eggheadfacts rubbed off on me sometimes. Tourists spilled forward, tumbling into each other.
Clarisse and I ran to the front of the boat. The water below us started to boil. Then the head of a sea serpent erupted from the bay. The monster was at least as big as the boat. It was grey and green with a head like a crocodile and razor-sharp teeth.
It smelled… well,like something that had just come up from the bottom of New York Harbor. Riding on its neck was a bulky guy in black Greek armour.
His Tourists screamed and scattered. The Mist usually prevents mortals from seeingmonsters in their true form, but whatever they saw, they were terrified. Besides, I love terror. I live on terror! Alarms blared. Passengers fell over each other trying toget away. Deimos laughed with delight. I felt the power of the ocean surgingthrough me. I willed the water to swirl around me, building force until we burst out of the bay on top of a ten-metre-high waterspout.
Isteered us straight towards the monster. Just as it bared its fangs, I swerved the waterspout to one side, and Clarisse jumped. She crashed intoDeimos, and both of them toppled into the sea. The sea serpent came after me. I quickly turned the waterspout to face him, then summoned all my power and willed the water to evengreater heights.
Fifty thousand litres of salt water crashed into the monster. The monster roared. Green blood spouted from the wound, and the serpent sank beneath the waves. I dived underwater and watched as it retreated to the open sea. Clarisse surfaced near me, spluttering and coughing. I swam over and grabbed her. Clarisse shook her head. Phobos, too. In the west, the sun was going down over the Jersey shore. We were running out of time. The streets curvedaround confusingly, and everything seemed to be uphill.
I wished we had reinforcements. Ikept remembering what Phobos had said: How about you, Percy Jackson? We turned a corner and followed this curvy street with some woods on one side until we came to the entrance.
The lady at the ticket booth looked at us suspiciously, but thank the gods I had enough cash to get us inside. We walked around the reptile house, and Clarisse stopped in her tracks. The chariot was decorated with amazing detail. Thehorses were breathing fire out of their nostrils.
I concentrated on the horses. Usually I could talk to horses, since my dad had created them. I said, Hey. Nice fire-breathing horses. One of horses whinnied disdainfully. I could understand his thoughts, all right. Cover me. Shewalked around the horses, almost tiptoeing.
She froze as a lady with a three-year-old girl passed by. Clarisse got closer to the chariot. Her hand hadalmost reached the rail when the horses reared up, whinnying and breathing flames.
Phobos and Deimos appeared in the chariot, both ofthem now dressed in pitch-black battle armour. Phobos grinned, his red eyes glowing. Clarisse stumbled back as he lashed the horses and charged the chariot straight towards me. Thetruth is, I ran. I jumped over a trashcan and an exhibit fence, but there was no way I could outrun the chariot. It crashed through the fenceright behind me, ploughing down everything in its path. I jumped and landed on a rock island in the middle of the otter exhibit.
I willed a column of water out of the pond and doused thehorses, temporarily extinguishing their flames and sending them into confusion. I ran as Phobos cursed and tried to get his horses under control. Both of them went tumbling out of the chariot as it lurched forward. I sprinted towards the aquarium with the chariot right behind me. Thechariot refashioned itself into a black metal box with caterpillar tracks, a turret and a long gun barrel. A tank. Phobos was grinning at me from the top of a World War II panzer.
I rolled to one side as the gun fired. A souvenir kiosk exploded, sending fuzzy animals and plastic cups and disposable cameras in every direction. As Phobosre-aimed his gun, I got to my feet and dived into the aquarium. I wanted to surround myself with water. That always increased my power. Cuttlefish, clown fish and eels all stared at me as I racedpast. I could hear their little minds whispering, Son of the sea god! Son of the sea god! I stopped at the back of the aquarium and listened.
I heard nothing. And then… Vroom, Vroom. A different kind of engine. I watched in disbelief as Phobos came riding through the aquarium on a Harley-Davidson. Suddenly I was in a different place. I was at Camp Half-Blood, my favourite place in the world, and it was in flames. The woods were onfire. The cabins were smoking. My friendswere on their knees pleading with me. Annabeth, Grover, all the other campers. Save us, Percy! Make the choice! I stood paralysed. This was the moment I had always dreaded: Now the moment was here, and I had no idea what to do.
The camp was burning. My friends looked at me, begging for help.
My heartpounded. What if I did the wrong thing?
Then I heard the voices of the aquarium fish: Suddenly I felt the power of the ocean all around me again, hundreds of litres of salt water, thousands of fish trying to get my attention. This was an illusion. Phobos was showing me my deepest fear.
I raised Riptide and blocked the blow just before it cut me in two. I counterattacked and stabbed Phobos in the arm. Golden ichor, the blood of the gods, soaked through his shirt. Phobos growled and slashed at me. I parried easily. Without his power of fear, Phobos was nothing.
Ipressed him back, swiped at his face, and gave him a cut across the cheek. The angrier he was, the clumsier he got. Hewas immortal. The fear god looked afraid. Finally I kicked him backwards against the water fountain. His sword skittered into the ladies room. I grabbed the straps of his armourand pulled him up to face me. I turned towards the fish exhibits. Ihopped on, started the ignition, and rode out of the aquarium to help Clarisse.
I had no trouble finding her. I just followed the path of destruction. Fences were knocked down. Animals were running free. Badgers andlemurs were checking out the popcorn machine. A fat-looking leopard was lounging on a park bench with a bunch of pigeon feathers aroundhim. I parked the motorcycle next to the petting zoo, and there were Deimos and Clarisse in the goat area. Clarisse was on her knees. I ranforward but stopped suddenly when I saw how Deimos had changed form. He was Ares now — the tall god of war, dressed in black leatherand sunglasses, his whole body smoking with anger as he raised his fist over Clarisse.
Stand up to him! I knew you would fail me. Now you will suffer my wrath. Clarisse had to do it. This was her worst fear. She had toovercome it for herself. She glanced over, and I tried to hold her eyes. Get up! Then she began to stand. When he struck again, Clarisse was ready. She disarmed him and stabbed him in the shoulder — not deep,but enough to hurt even a godling.
He yowled in pain and began to glow.
We averted our eyes as Deimos exploded into golden light — his true godly form — and disappeared. We were alone except for the petting zoo goats, which were tugging at our clothes, looking for snacks.
The motorcycle had turned back into a horse-drawn chariot. Clarisse looked at me cautiously. She wiped the straw and sweat off her face.
Or chariots. Or motorcycles. Ride this thing across the Verrazano Bridge? There were bridges to Brooklyn and New Jersey, but either way it would take hours to drive the chariotback to Manhattan, even if we could fool people into thinking it was a regular car.
Then I got an idea. They charged straight towards the water. Iimagined the sea turning solid, the waves becoming a firm surface all the way to Manhattan. We arrived at Pier 86 just as the sunset was fading to purple. The USS Intrepid, temple of Ares, was a huge wall of grey metal in front of us,the flight deck dotted with fighter aircraft and helicopters.
We parked the chariot on the ramp and I jumped out. For once I was glad to beon dry land. I was exhausted. Clarisse nodded.
I saw the camp in flames. Iwas paralysed. I know how you felt. It had been a long day, and I was ready to go home. Seeing my friends, for sure. Making your rep. I mean everybody wants to fit you into a box, right?
If you had to trade Riptide for another magic item, whose item would you choose? I guess it would be cool to have a set ofarmour that melted into my regular clothes. Wearing armour is a pain. So having clothes that morphed into armour would be really useful. Any advice for kids who suspect they may be demigods, too? Pray you are wrong. Seriously, this may sound fun to read about, but it is bad news. You can usually spot them at any school.
They laugh weirdly and they eat anything. Find your school satyr and get his help. You need to make it to Camp Half-Blood right away. But again, you donot want to be a demigod. Do not try this at home. Whoever gets in my face, loser. Oh, you mean specifically? So many choices. Iwould love to break his bow over his head.
He thinks Apollo is so much better than Ares just because they can use ranged weapons andstand far away from the battle like cowards. Give me a spear and shield any day. Aside from your father, who do you think is the bravest god or goddess on the Olympian Council? Well, nobody comes close to Ares, but I guess Lord Zeus is pretty brave. I mean he took on Typhon and fought Kronos. No disrespect intended. Did you ever get revenge on Percy for soaking you with toilet water?
Oh, that little punk has been bragging again, huh? He exaggerated that whole thing. Believe me, revenge iscoming. Why am I waiting? Just strategy. Biding my time and waiting for the right moment tostrike. I am not scared, okay? But that time with the bronze dragon? The evening started simply enough. It was the end of June. Satyrs were chasing the dryads. Monsters howled in the woods. The campers were playing pranks on one another and our campdirector, Dionysus, was turning anyone who misbehaved into a shrub.
Typical summer-camp stuff. After dinner, all the campers were hanging out at the dining pavilion. We were all excited because that evening capture the flag wasgoing to be totally vicious. The bad news was that foronce Athena and Ares — both war god cabins — were against us on the red team, along with Aphrodite, Dionysus and Demeter.
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