This is going to be the last chapter I post today, I hope you like this chapter and that you've enjoyed all the others.

Unfortunately, I am a teenage girl and not Rick Riordan, So I don't own PJO or HoO.

"We Visit the Garden Gnome Emporium," Demeter read.

Annabeth shudders and everyone stares at her. Please don't freak out mom. Annabeth thinks.

In a way, it's nice to know there are Greek gods out there,

"He likes us," Apollo smiles. "Thanks Perce."

because you have somebody to blame when things go wrong.

"Well…he liked us," Apollo frowns.

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.

Poseidon and Athena eye Zeus.

"Not only did you destroy their stuff, it's raining!" Athena says quite annoyed.

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.

Grover was shivering and braying, his big goat eyes turned slit-pupiled and full of terror.

"Three Kindly Ones. 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."

"Thank us Annabeth's there." Poseidon sighs then smiles at Annabeth.

"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—"

"Are you seriously blaming him for helping him out?" Piper asks who is shocked.

Annabeth blushes.

"What did you want me to do? Let you get killed?"

"You didn't need to protect me, Percy. I would've been fine."

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

"Nice comparison," Leo laughes.

"Shut up, goat boy," said Annabeth.

Grover brayed mournfully. "Tin cans ... a perfectly good bag of tin cans."

"Not exactly the main point." Hermes jokes.

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."

"Ah, this is just soo cute." Aphrodite squeals.

"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."

"I didn't mean it that way." Annabeth says when she gets glances her way.

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.

He so likes you. Aphrodite's voice appears in Annabeth's head. He does not.

"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.

Athena frowns. "I thought you said that you and you're dad were doing okay." Athena says and Annabeth sighs.

"We are now, but that was before. Things have changed."

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.

Hestia gives Annabeth a small smile and instantly Annabeth is filled with hope.

She was a great fighter. She would survive the quest. She would find \percy, and he would remember her.

She glances over at Hestia who is smiling. Thank you. Annabeth mouths and Hestia nods before turning her attention back to the book.

"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."

"You're pretty good with that knife." Ares grunts then smiles at her, surprising everyone. That had to have been the nicest thing Ares has ever said.

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

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

"Ah, the compliments, you guys are beautiful," Aphrodite smiles dreamily.

"You think so?"

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

"Anybody who can piggyback-ride a Fury is okay by anybody." Hermes says smiling at Annabeth.

I couldn't really see, but I thought she might've smiled.

Just like she was doing now.

"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.

"Hey, my reed pipes still work!" Grover cried.

"I think the owl may have sounded better," Annabeth says thoughtfully while everyone stares at her, shocked.

"What, you've never heard him."

"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.

Dionysus rolls his eyes. "Apollo, please teach my satyrs some good music."

"Will do D."

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.

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.

"Those four words do not belong together in the same sentence." Demeter says, disgusted.

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.

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. It was one of those weird roadside curio shops that sell lawn flamingos and wooden Indians and cement grizzly bears and stuff like that.

"Hmm, I wonder if any of those statues can be an automation." Hephaestus ponders.

"Statues can't be automations." Hera says.

"Yes they can." Annabeth says before Hephaestus can comment.

Everyone looks at her wondering how she knows that. It was like she saw one, but how could she?

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.

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

"I hate it when that happens," Leo says.

Piper holds a hand to her heart in surprise. "You read?" She asks innocently.

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

"I don't know," Annabeth said.

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

"We all do." Piper says smiling at Annabeth.

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

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.

I crossed the street, following the smell of the hamburgers.

"Hey ..." Grover warned.

We should have listened. Annabeth thinks.

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

"Snack bar," I said wistfully.

"Snack bar," she agreed.

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

"Percy yes, me no," Annabeth says smiling.

We ignored him.

"Percy yes, Annabeth yes," Leo smiles and Annabeth hits him on the head.

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!"

Athena frowns. Why would some sculpt a satyr?

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.

"You really should listen to him," Jason says.

"All I smell is burgers. Aren't you hungry?"

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

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

"Technically those aren't meat." Hermes points out.

"Those are vegetables. Come on. Let's leave. These statues are ... looking at me."

Looking at him? Poseidon thinks.

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.

"Beautiful," Annabeth growls. "Yeah right."

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

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

"We're orphans," I said.

"Nice cover up," Hermes says sarcastically while shaking his head.

"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?"

"Wow, Percy's is just as bad as you Chiron," Leo laughs.

"When Percy's hungry, he'll do anything," Annabeth explains.

"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."

We thanked her and went inside.

Annabeth muttered to me, "Circus caravan?"

"Always have a strategy, right?"

"Your head is full of kelp."

"Truer words have never been spoken." Annabeth mutters.

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. But mostly, I was thinking about food.

"Men," Artemis mutters.

Go ahead, call me an idiot

"You're an idiot," Nearly everyone says.

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.

"She's defiantly a monster, but who is she?" Jason asks.

"A wizard of Oz fan." Leo suggests. Everyone stares at him strangely.

"You know, aunty Em. Aunty Em." Leo says. The guys still look lost but the girls are confused. "How-" Annabeth starts.

'When you've been to six foster homes, you start to know all the lines by heart." Leo grumbles.

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.

"Please, sit down," Aunty Em said.

"Awesome," I said.

"That idiot's going to get my daughter killed." Athena growls.

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

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.

"I'll show you something wrong," Annabeth glares.

"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.

Artemis frowns. She's fought many beasts, yet she couldn't place her finger on this one.

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.

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

"He's just like you Poseidon." Zeus jokes, earning a few laughs.

Annabeth slurped her shake.

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.

"Hissing noise?" Almost everyone asks.

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."

"So know he can lie but he couldn't before." Hades shakes his head.

"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.

"So, you sell gnomes," I said, trying to sound interested.

Annabeth snorts, he sounded anything but interested.

"Oh, yes," Aunty Em said. "And animals. And people. Anything for the garden. Custom orders. Statuary is very popular, you know."

"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."

"I bet she does." Annabeth snarls, earning a few weird glances.

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.

Piper's eyes widen but Annabeth shakes her head, telling her to be quiet.

"I have a feeling I should know who this is." Poseidon mutters.

"Me too." Athena agrees.

"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.

"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.

Hestia's eyes pop open and she ends a pitiful glance at Annabeth. "You poor child." She says earning questioning glances from all of the other gods who didn't know.

Annabeth had stopped eating. She sat forward and said, "Two sisters?"

"Yes," Athena mutters still confused. "I know I should know her."

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

"Faded…" Athena mutters. "Which monsters have two sisters?" Nobody answers, there were too many.

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."

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.

Everyone is sitting at the edge of their seats, knowing that something is about to happen.

"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."

Athena tilts her head to the side. Who has she offended?

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

"We really should go."

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

"Drop the ringmaster thing already, would you." Ares complains.

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

"He's being enchanted." Aphrodite says frowning. "Is she some sort of charm speaker?"

"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?" Athena asks.

"A pose?" Annabeth asked warily.

"Wow, you two are alike." Hermes mutters.

"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.

Everyone groans.

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?"

"There is a lot of harm." Piper warns, getting worried.

"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.

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.

Everyone in the throne room who didn't already know is trying to put the pieces together to solve the puzzle.

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

"Where's your camera?" Grover asked.

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."

Hmmm… Athena thinks.

"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.

"I will just be a moment," Aunty Em said. "You know, I can't see you very well in this cursed veil..."

Athena's Eyes pop open. "MEDUSA!" Athena shouts and everyone who didn't know gasps and looks straight at Annabeth, shocked.

"Percy, something's wrong," Annabeth insisted.

"Get out of there." Athena hisses looking at her daughter.

"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?"

"That is Uncle Ferdinand!" Grover gasped.

Dionysus looks murderous after hearing that.

"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.

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.

"Ewww." Aphrodite shrieks.

I almost looked higher, but somewhere off to my left Annabeth screamed, "No! Don't!"

"Thank you again," Poseidon smiles at her. "I have a feeling I'm going to be saying that a lot."

Annabeth blushes.

More rasping—the sound of tiny snakes, right above me, from ... from about where Aunty Em's head would be.

"Run!" Grover bleated. I heard him racing across the gravel, yelling, "Maia!" to kick-start his flying sneakers.

Hermes starts floating above his throne. "Maia." He sighs and he floats back down.

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."

"DON'T" Poseidon yells.

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.

Aunty Em.

Aunty "M."

How could I have been so stupid?

Annabeth snickers and everybody looks at her.

"Inside joke." She say. "There's a reason I call him seaweed brain and Thalia calls him kelp head."

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.

"Please don't." Poseidon whimpers.

"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."

"She deserved it." Athena snarls.

"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."

"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.

"Don't listen to her, Hero." Hestia whispers.

You would be better off as a statue. Less pain. Less pain."

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

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.

Annabeth laughs. "I'm so showing this book to Grover."

I dove to one side.

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!"

Annabeth's face changes to one of pure fury. "If that bi- thing even tries to, I swear she will pay for eternity."

"Annabeth." Piper says shocked. "Language."

"1. I stopped myself and 2. Give me one word to describe Media."

"Touché."

"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 spit ting.

Right next to me, Annabeth's voice said, "Percy!"

"You probably just scared him to Hades and back." Leo laughed.

I jumped so high my feet nearly cleared a garden gnome. "Jeez! Don't do that!"

"What did I tell you." Leo says.

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."

"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.

"Low blow Annabeth." Piper tells her.

"I had to do something."

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—"

"Huh?" All of the guys in the room ask. Before either Annabeth or Athena can start there rant Piper intervenes.

"Duh, it's obvious. The dumbed up version of what she said is that the gazing ball would make medusa look a little different and that the reflection would be a little off as well as that a polished shield would be better." Everyone stared at her.

"What?"

"And people say you can't be smart and hot. There are two girls in this room that prove them wrong." Apollo winks at Piper and Annabeth and they both blushes a little. Jason quickly grabs Pipers hand and glares at Apollo. Piper kisses him on the cheek and smiles at his behavior.

Artemis looks at her brother. "And in some cases, like my brothers, you're neither."

"Would you speak English?"

"She is." Piper sighs.

"I am!" 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," Hermes laughs.

"Maybe not," Grover corrected. He went in for another pass with the tree branch.

"Oh no, I think like a goat."

"Hurry," Annabeth told me. "Grover's got a great nose, but he'll eventually 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.

"By the way mom," Annabeth says. "She really is ugly."

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.

But she let me approach—twenty feet, ten feet.

"What is she doing?" Athena asks, puzzled.

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.

"Nope" Athena says proudly. "She really is that hideous."

"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.

Everyone gasps…

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.

and then cheers.

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.

"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.

'Yuck!" Aphrodite squeals.

"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."

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.

I few snorts are heard.

"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."

"No duh goat boy." Annabeth sighs.

He snatched his shoes out of the air. I recapped my sword. Together, the three of us stumbled back to the ware house.

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?"

Athena looks a little offended by that.

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."

"So an old lady over three thousand years old has a thing for Percy?" Leo asks. "That takes being a Pedophile to a whole new level."

"Leo." Piper scolds hitting him on the back of the head while all the guys in the room are falling off their chair/thrones laughing.

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?'"

"Can you show us?" Apollo asks.

"Can you stop hitting on girls?"

"Touché."

"Forget it," I said. "You're impossible."

"You're insufferable."

"You're—"

"Flirting," Aphrodite finishes smiling.

"Hey!" Grover interrupted. "You two are giving me a migraine, and satyrs don't even get migraines. What are we going to do with the head?"

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.

"Don't listen to her Percy." Poseidon pleads.

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.

Everyone looks at Hades, shocked.

"I haven't ordered anything yet, I promise."

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.

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 is he doing?" Hera asks.

I went back to the picnic table, packed up Medusa's head, and filled out a delivery slip:

The Gods

MountOlympus

600th Floor,

EmpireState Building

New York, NY

With best wishes,

PERCY JACKSON

Most gods look shocked while Zeus looks out raged. "Why that little-"

"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.

"Well, at least he admits it." Piper jokes.

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 muttered. "We need a new plan."

Demeter closes the book. "I think that's it for the day. I'll show the demigods to their rooms." And with that all of the gods, except for Demeter, flash out.

Demeter looks at the demigods and smiles. "Follow me."

So that's it for today. Again I'm sorry for the late updating. I hope the extra four chapters help make it up to you guys. Like I said, there's a lot going on in my life at the moment, so updating long chapters is sometimes hard to do. Hopefully it won't be another month until I update next, but unfortunately I can't be sure.

Also, if any of you who are reading this are Disney fans you might want to read this. Some friends and I made a Dark! Disney role play on tumblr, I'm Queen Elsa. If any of you are interested or just want to find out more, the account name is "stuckinunderland-rp" on tumblr. We don't have all of the bio's posted yet, but if you see one you like feel free to try out for it; and if you don't see the one you were hoping for, message us on tumblr and we can tell you if there's a role for that person and it just hasn't been posted yet or if we don't have that person.

Again, thanks for reading this and I really hope you've liked my story so far. Have a good week everyone.