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As we got closer to the center of town. Stately red brick mansions faced the roundabout. To me. We trudged across a narrow bridge over a lazy green river. I owe him. If I tried to explain that. 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.

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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.

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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 unearthed a two-foot-square metal floor safe and gestured at it like: Emotions played across his face—fear.

My fingers tingled with warmth as if the box were a hot oven.

His face turned as gray as his hair. Put some wet towels over your face. Maybe next time I teamed up with someone. The snakeskin fabric of his suit rippled as if it were still alive. Hal rearranged boxes of books. Or maybe there was a little demigod spirit left in him after all. He gestured at the safe like: Go ahead. I touched the combination lock.

I concentrated so hard I felt like I was dead-lifting five hundred pounds. My pulse quickened. A line of sweat trickled down my nose. Finally I felt gears turning. Metal groaned, tumblers clicked, and the bolts popped back. Carefully avoiding the handle, I pried open the door with my fingertips and extracted an unbroken vial of green liquid. Hal exhaled.

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Did that make the risk worth it? Yeah, pretty much. I looked into the safe, and some of my enthusiasm faded. Thalia latched it around her wrist.

Nothing happened. She scowled. Suddenly his eyes looked almost as crazy as his hair. He gesticulated wildly, but I had no idea what he was trying to say. Finally he stamped his snakeskin boot in frustration and led us back to the main room. He sat at his computer and started to type. I glanced at the clock on his desk. Our day was half over. You actually got the treasure!! That safe has been sealed since before I was born!! Apollo told me my curse would end when the owner of the treasure claimed it!!

How could I be the owner? And if your curse is supposed to end now, does that mean the monsters are gone? I frowned at Hal.

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Hal typed a new sentence: Or maybe I die today. You can see what happened to me last time I tried to use my powers. It was time he fought back, preferably before Thalia and I became the.

Hal lowered his head. His chest was shaking, and I realized he was crying silently. Thalia shot me an irritated look. This bracelet must be the answer. He turned to his keyboard and typed: Thalia turned to me with a silent plea in her eyes, like: Your turn for a helpful idea.

I studied the empty enclosure, the metal panel through which the monsters had exited. I had a vial of poison, but if I was right about that stuff, it would kill everyone in the room as soon as it dispersed. I ran through another dozen ideas in my head, quickly rejecting them all. I stared at the screen. Like I said, technology attracts monsters.

But Hermes was the god of communication, roadways, and commerce. Maybe that meant he had some power over the Internet. I could really use a divine Google hit right about now. I opened the Web browser and started typing. I looked up leucrotae, hoping to find their weaknesses.

The Internet had almost nothing on them, except that they were legendary animals that lured their prey by imitating human voices. I typed in a list of things we had in the room—torches, Celestial bronze, poison, Snickers bars, golf club—hoping that some sort of magic formula would pop up for a leucrota death ray. No such luck. My head was throbbing.

How was that possible? Meanwhile, Thalia had been trying to activate her new bracelet, with no luck. We looked at each other, and I knew we were both out of ideas. I thought about what Hal Green had told us. All demigods started off hopeful. All of them had ideas for escape.

All of them failed. Thalia and I had survived too much to give up now. Hal walked over and gestured at the keyboard. We changed places. Running out of time, he typed. Luke is right. Thalia, give me your hands. He turned to her. Thalia hesitated. Outside the apartment, the leucrotae growled and scraped against the corridor. They sounded hungry.

He winced, then took a shaky breath. He looked up at Thalia with an expression of sympathy. He turned to the keyboard and hesitated a long time before starting to type. You are destined to survive today, Hal typed. He typed, Someday soon, you will sacrifice yourself to save your friends. I see things that are…hard to describe.

Years of solitude. You will stand tall and still, alive but sleeping. You will change once, and then change again. Your path will be sad and lonely. But someday you will find your family again. Thalia clenched her fists. She started to speak, then paced the room. Finally she slammed her palm against the bookshelves. Changing, sleeping? You call that a future? Thalia almost backed up into the drapes. You told us that Thalia will survive. Did you see anything about the bracelet?

Or the goat? We need something that will help. He typed, I saw nothing about the bracelet. I know a little about Amaltheia the goat, but I doubt it will help. The goat nursed Zeus when he was a baby. Later, Zeus slew her and used her skin to make his shield—the aegis. I scratched my chin. Typical god thing to do. Thalia, you know anything about the shield? But why had Amaltheia led us here? A bad thought occurred to me.

Hal Green held out his hands to me. His snakeskin jacket glistened as if it were trying to shed. He nodded. I saw fire.

I waited. Finally he typed. She and Zeus took turns using it in battle. I also saw a sacrifice in your future. No wonder the others gave up—just like you gave up. His eyes flew open. Her tone was dangerous. You mean today? Is that going to help us? Because Luke would never betray anyone. What if she survived.

If he saw anything in my future that would help. I forced myself to stay calm. Hard to be sure. I had to try. She nodded. But if he survives today. His hands were so frail. For a. He had told us his curse would end today. He yanked his hands away and stared at me in terror. That happened a lot with mythological monsters—they eventually re-formed from the pit of Tartarus. My tongue felt like sandpaper. His path is hard to see. It would frighten away their enemies.

A wave of dread washed over me. But also a betrayal. Reluctantly he typed. Hal took a deep breath and closed his eyes. In fact. What if we both survived. His grim expression told me it was my turn for a fortunetelling. I gave him my hands. You lure demigods here. A choice. I read to the end of the list. He pointed at his bookshelves. He tossed titles and flipped through pages as fast as we did. Hal Green immediately backed down.

Perhaps my dad. I almost killed Luke. If someone came across it and learned the secret of Greek fire…well. There was only one thing missing. After lots of fruitless searching. His face was animated. Everything we needed was in this room.The bookshelves were stuffed with everything from ancient history to thriller novels. I gave Thalia a nervous look. I hoped so. His face turned as gray as his hair.

It was time he fought back, preferably before Thalia and I became the leucrotaes next meal. I wondered why she sounded so nervous. The second monster spoke for Hal: The creatures are intelligent, the way dogs are intelligent. I mentally reviewed the picnic list: God of travel, at your service.

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