Lee with a nine-iron.įortunately, the statue didn’t attack. They were called automatons, and they were bad news. Thalia and I had fought several magic moving statues before. I looked up and saw the bronze General Lee move his right arm. From above came the sound of creaking metal. The goat butted her head against the monument. Why have you led us here, Amaltheia? Where do you want me to go?” “The goat has five flavors plus an ice dispenser.” “So this goat, Amaltheia, looked after baby Zeus in his cradle. ![]() “Because Kronos wanted to eat him?” Pd heard that story somewhere, how the old Titan king swallowed his own children. “When Zeus was a baby, his mom Rhea hid him in a cave-” “Um, Thalia, you sure this goat is from your dad?” If the goat went commando on us, I’d be in trouble. Now all I had was a nine-iron that I carried on my back. I used to have a sword made from Celestial bronze, which is deadly to monsters, but the sword got melted in acid (long story). Oh, by the way, my weapon was a golf club. I took a step back, resisting the urge to grab my weapon. She looked a little miffed, like I was intruding on a private conversation. “Amaltheia, what do you want me to do? Did my dad send you?” The teats read: Nectar, Milk, Water, Pepsi, Press Here for Ice, and Diet Mountain Dew. I could read a little Ancient Greek-it was sort of a natural ability for demigods, I guess. Each teat was labeled with Greek letters, like tattoos. Fuzzy white light steamed around her body, but what really caught my attention were her udders. She had sad amber eyes and a bronze collar around her neck. “So you’ve seen this goat before?” I asked. Her intense blue eyes bore into you as if she’s considering the best way to beat you to a pulp.Īnything that scared her, I had to take seriously. Her hair is dark and choppy like a feral animal’s. She wears black leather boots, black jeans, and a tattered leather jacket studded with punk rock buttons. She’s only twelve, two years younger than I am, but if you saw her walking down the street you’d clear a path. She’d never mentioned the goat’s name before. “Tt’s just a goat,” I said for the millionth time. “Hide!” Thalia pulled me behind a row of rosebushes. Grazing at the base of the monument was the goat. In the middle of the circle, atop a twenty- foot white marble pedestal, was a bronze dude sitting on horseback. Stately red brick mansions faced the roundabout. The street we were following opened up into a big circular park. I hoped we could find a place to rest, maybe get some food. I barely remembered what it was like to sleep in a real bed.Īfter walking another mile, my feet felt like they were melting inside my shoes. ![]() I’d run away when I was only nine-five long years ago. I wondered what it would be like to have a home, to know where my next meal was coming from, and not have to worry about getting eaten by monsters every day. I imagined all the normal families living in those cozy houses.
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