| Author | Its That Time of the year again [ Version 3.0] |
|---|
All I cared about was my mom. Hades had taken her unfairly, and Hades was going to give her
back. |
You will be betrayed by one who calls you a friend, the Oracle whispered in my mind. You will
fail to save what matters most in the end.
Shut up, I told it. |
The game ended when I tossed the apple toward Grover and it got too close to his mouth. In one
mega goat bite, our Hacky Sack disappeared—core, stem, and all. |
"Perseus Jackson," Mrs. Dodds said, in an accent that was definitely from somewhere farther
south than Georgia. "You have offended the gods. You shall die." |
"Get out!" Annabeth yelled at me. "Now!" I didn't need any encouragement. We rushed outside
and found the other passengers wandering around in a daze, arguing with the driver, or running
around in circles yelling, "We're going to die!" A Hawaiian-shirted tourist with a camera
snapped my photograph before I could recap my sword. |
In a way, it's nice to know there are Greek gods out there, because you have somebody to blame
when things go wrong. 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. |
| » Combat level: 8 (856853) +3147 |
| "We're a team, right?" |
"Yeah. It didn't work out for me living at home. I mean, Camp Half-Blood is my home." She was
rushing her words out now, as if she were afraid somebody might try to stop her. "At camp you
train and train. And that's all cool and everything, but the real world is where the monsters are.
That's where you learn whether you're any good or not."
If I didn't know better, I could've sworn I heard doubt in her voice. |
| This boy needed a double cheeseburger |
*Rumble*
me too..:P |
He puffed out a few notes, but the tune still sounded suspiciously like Hilary Duff. Instead of
finding a path, I immediately slammed into a tree and got a nice-size knot on my head. |
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. |
Reputation: 10
status: Bards sing of your deeds, but a wit word won't fill your pocket, unlike this here.
You receive 189 gold
Sorry, the Guild has no quests for you right now. Come in 20 minutes. |
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. |
| hmm |
"What's that hissing noise?" he asked.
I listened, but didn't hear anything. Annabeth shook her head.
"Hissing?" Aunty Em asked. "Perhaps you hear the deep-fryer oil. You have keen ears, Grover."
"I take vitamins. For my ears." |
"Percy?" Annabeth was shaking me to get my attention. "Maybe we should go. I mean, the
ringmaster will be waiting." |
"Sure we can," I said. I was irritated with Annabeth for being so bossy, so rude to an old lady
who'd just fed us for free. "It's just a photo, Annabeth. What's the harm?" |
"Oh, yuck," Grover said. His eyes were still tightly closed, but I guess he could hear the thing
gurgling and steaming. "Mega-yuck. |
