I wasn’t always good at reading people or talking to adults. “I got it!” I said and stepped into the middle of the road, waving my hands in the air, rehearsing what I was going to say. We probably only have one shot at this, so remember to make eye contact and smile. Sam spun around and pumped his fist in the air. Just when I was thinking I’d made the wrong choice, I spotted a small red dot moving toward us, wavering in the heat reflecting off the road. “Should we go back?” As if in answer to his question, a howl echoed out of the woods and the treetops quivered like something very large was shaking them.
#Demigods of olympus godly parent cracked#
We got to the cracked asphalt and stopped, looking into the distance in either direction. I didn’t feel very good about our chances, but I felt worse about staying in the forest. I need to convince someone to let a half-animal, half-man into their car and drive us to an abandoned library. His breathing whistled and puffed exactly like a horse or…a goat. “Thanks for the vote of confidence,” I said, and took off for the road, Sam hot on my heels. “It looked like there were a lot of cars up there. Otherwise, the next section may not make any sense to you. WARNING! You’re about to spoil a great story by not making a choice! Page back, then click one of the links to advance the story. Should I go for the sword? Or try to outwit the lion? “I will destroy you before you learn your powers!” I didn’t know I was a demigod until like an hour ago-” Lion…” My voice sounded as squeaky as Mickey Mouse. He may have been my self-proclaimed protector, but at the moment he was about as helpful as the statue of Nemo Sign. I was out of magical tree-growing gold coins, so I glanced at Sam, hoping he had found a bazooka. Since we cannot destroy the gods, we destroy their children!” Aphrodite changed them into lions! Ever since, we their descendants have prowled the world, looking for revenge. She and our father Hippomenes were cursed by that ridiculous love goddess Aphrodite simply because they forgot to make a few sacrifices during their wedding ceremony. “The most famous Greek heroine! A glorious hunter. Lion…sorry, but I always like to know who’s killing me. Maybe one of the packs in the cabinet contained a few hand grenades or possibly a bazooka. “Wait.” I was hoping if I bought us a little time, Sam could get us out of this somehow. Normally, the female has the honor of the kill, but since you sent her back to Tartarus-” “The children of Atalanta! We always hunt in pairs. My lungs deflated like old helium balloons. He rose on his haunches, which only made him look scarier. His snarling face was wreathed in a shaggy golden mane. “There you are.” The lion’s voice was definitely male. Roche crashed through and landed only ten feet away.
And hanging on the back wall of the cabinet was a sheathed sword with a blue gem glowing faintly on the pommel.īefore I could say anything, a glass window shattered behind me. I spotted two hiking packs with bedrolls and water bottles. Inside was a locker almost as tall as I was. The pedestal hissed, and the front part swung open like a refrigerator door. He pushed the bronze plaque inscribed with the goddess’s name. I would never be able to go back to anything resembling normal. I appreciated Sam saying that, but I was starting to process the fact that I couldn’t go home. Your life…well, from here on out, it’ll be hard. “Now that they’ve located you, they’ll never stop trying to kill you. “There will always be more monsters,” Sam said grimly. “So even if we defeat this other lion that’s following us-” We’ll get our supplies together, rest here for the night, and figure out our next move.” “Her presence will keep the monsters at bay. “Seriously, be more respectful.” Sam glanced at the goddess’s face. I looked around at the ruined furniture and piles of trash. Anyway, libraries are Mnemosyne’s sacred place. She’s the mother of the Nine Muses who oversee all the arts: music, poetry, dancing, and whatnot. She’s one of the early Titan deities, one of the good Titans. “It’s a statue of a goddess, and the gods are real. “She’s not one of the big gods, I guess.” He pronounced it like Nemo Sign, though as far as I could tell, the goddess had nothing to do with cartoon fish. “The goddess of memory and language: Mnemosyne.” I’m sure I’d seen the statue before, but I’d never paid it much attention. Her dark hair fell in ringlets around her face. She held an open book in one hand like she was about to recite a poem. In the center of the room, under the ornate domed ceiling, a ten-foot-tall statue stood on a high pedestal. Even the transients or local teenagers who’d broken in over the years didn’t care enough to bother with the books-except to use them as tinder for fires.
Nobody had even bothered to sell or give away the books. I had mixed feelings about this place, but whatever you thought of libraries, there was no denying that this one was sad.
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