When it’s on the right arrow Ka-bam! You dead, bro?
SCATTERING WAS THE EASY PART. They did that very well.
Miranda, Cecil, and Ellis ran in different directions, screaming insults at the Colossus and waving their arms. This bought the rest of us a few seconds as we sprinted for the dunes, but I suspected the Colossus would soon enough come after me. I was, after all, the most important and attractive target.
I pointed toward Sherman Yang’s chariot, which was still circling the statue’s legs in a vain attempt to electrocute its kneecaps. “We need to commandeer that chariot!”
“How?” Kayla asked.
I was about to admit I had no idea when Nico di Angelo grabbed Will’s hand and stepped into my shadow. Both boys evaporated. I had forgotten about the power of shadow-traveling—the way children of the Underworld could step into one shadow and appear from another, sometimes hundreds of miles away. Hades used to love sneaking up on me that way and yelling,
“HI!” just as I shot an arrow of death. He found it amusing if I missed my target and accidentally wiped out the wrong city.
Austin shuddered. “I hate it when Nico disappears like that. What’s our plan?”
“You two are my backup,” I said. “If I miss, if I die…it will be up to you.”
“Whoa, whoa,” Kayla said. “What do you mean if you miss?”
I drew my last arrow—the one I’d found in the grove. “I’m going to shoot that gorgeous gargantuan in the ear.”
Austin and Kayla exchanged looks, perhaps wondering if I’d finally cracked under the strain of being mortal.
“A plague arrow,” I explained. “I’m going to enchant an arrow with sickness, then shoot it into the statue’s ear. Its head is hollow. The ears are the only openings. The arrow should release enough disease to kill the Colossus’s animating power…or at least to disable it.”
“How do you know it will work?” Kayla asked. “I don’t, but—”
Our conversation was ruined by a sudden heavy downpour of Colossus foot. We darted inland, barely avoiding being flattened.
Behind us, Miranda shouted, “Hey, ugly!”
I knew she wasn’t talking to me, but I glanced back anyway. She raised her arms, causing ropes of sea grass to spring from the dunes and wrap around the statue’s ankles. The Colossus broke through them easily, but they annoyed him enough to be a distraction. Watching Miranda face the statue made me heartsick for Meg all over again.
Meanwhile, Ellis and Cecil stood on either side of the Colossus, throwing rocks at his shins. From the camp, a volley of flaming ballista
projectiles exploded against Mr. Gorgeous’s naked backside, which made me clench in sympathy.
“You were saying?” Austin asked.
“Right.” I twirled the arrow between my fingers. “I know what you’re thinking. I don’t have godly powers. It’s doubtful I’ll be able to cook up the Black Death or the Spanish Flu. But still, if I can make the shot from close range, straight into its head, I might be able to do some damage.”
“And…if you fail?” Kayla asked. I noticed her quiver was also empty.
“I won’t have the strength to try twice. You’ll have to make another pass.
Find an arrow, try to summon some sickness, make the shot while Austin holds the chariot steady.”
I realized this was an impossible request, but they accepted it with grim silence. I wasn’t sure whether to feel grateful or guilty. Back when I was a god, I would’ve taken it for granted that mortals had faith in me. Now…I
was asking my children to risk their lives again, and I was not at all sure my plan would work.
I caught a flash of movement in the sky. This time, instead of a Colossus foot, it was Sherman Yang’s chariot, minus Sherman Yang. Will brought the pegasi in for a landing, then dragged out a half-conscious Nico di Angelo.
“Where are the others?” Kayla asked. “Sherman and the Hermes girls?” Will rolled his eyes. “Nico convinced them to disembark.”
As if on cue, I heard Sherman screaming from somewhere far in the distance, “I’ll get you, di Angelo!”
“You guys go,” Will told me. “The chariot is only designed for three, and after that shadow-travel, Nico is going to pass out any second.”
“No, I’m not,” Nico complained, then passed out.
Will caught him in a fireman’s carry and took him away. “Good luck!
I’m going to get the Lord of Darkness here some Gatorade!”
Austin hopped in first and took the reins. As soon as Kayla and I were aboard, we shot skyward, the pegasi swerving and banking around the
Colossus with expert skill. I began to feel a glimmer of hope. We might be able to outmaneuver this giant hunk of good-looking bronze.
“Now,” I said, “if I can just enchant this arrow with a nice plague.” The arrow shuddered from its fletching to its point.
THOU SHALT NOT, it told me.
I try to avoid weapons that talk. I find them rude and distracting. Once,
Artemis had a bow that could cuss like a Phoenician sailor. Another time, in a Stockholm tavern, I met this god who was smoking hot, except his talking sword just would not shut up.
But I digress.
I asked the obvious question. “Did you just speak to me?”
The arrow quivered. (Oh, dear. That was a horrible pun. My apologies.)
YEA, VERILY. PRITHEE, SHOOTING IS NOT MY PURPOSE.
His voice was definitely male, sonorous and grave, like a bad Shakespearean actor’s.
“But you’re an arrow,” I said. “Shooting you is the whole point.” (Ah, I really must watch those puns.)
“Guys, hang on!” Austin shouted.
The chariot plunged to avoid the Colossus’s swinging rudder. Without Austin’s warning, I would have been left in midair still arguing with my projectile.
“So you’re made from Dodona oak,” I guessed. “Is that why you talk?”
FORSOOTH, said the arrow.
“Apollo!” Kayla said. “I’m not sure why you’re talking to that arrow, but
—”
From our right came a reverberating WHANG! like a snapped power line
hitting a metal roof. In a flash of silver light, the camp’s magical barriers collapsed. The Colossus lurched forward and brought his foot down on the dining pavilion, smashing it to rubble like so many children’s blocks.
“But that just happened,” Kayla said with a sigh.
The Colossus raised his rudder in triumph. He marched inland, ignoring the campers who were running around his feet. Valentina Diaz launched a
ballista missile into his groin. (Again, I had to wince in sympathy.) Harley and Connor Stoll kept blowtorching his feet, to no effect. Nyssa, Malcolm, and Chiron hastily ran a trip line of steel cable across the statue’s path, but they would never have time to anchor it properly.
I turned to Kayla. “You can’t hear this arrow talking?”
Judging from her wide eyes, I guessed the answer was, No, and does hallucinating run in the family?
“Never mind.” I looked at the arrow. “What would you suggest, O Wise Missile of Dodona? My quiver is empty.”
The arrow’s point dipped toward the statue’s left arm. LO, THE ARMPIT DOTH HOLD THE ARROWS THOU NEEDEST!
Kayla yelled, “Colossus is heading for the cabins!”
“Armpit!” I told Austin. “Flieth—er, fly for the armpit!”
That wasn’t an order one heard much in combat, but Austin spurred the pegasi into a steep ascent. We buzzed the forest of arrows sticking out of the Colossus’s arm seam, but I completely overestimated my mortal hand-eye coordination. I lunged for the shafts and came up empty.
Kayla was more agile. She snagged a fistful but screamed when she yanked them free.
I pulled her to safety. Her hand was bleeding badly, cut from the high- speed grab.
“I’m fine!” Kayla yelped. Her fingers were clenched, splattering drops of red all over the chariot’s floor. “Take the arrows.”
I did. I tugged the Brazilian-flag bandana from around my neck and gave it to her. “Bind your hand,” I ordered. “There’s some ambrosia in my coat
pocket.”
“Don’t worry about me.” Kayla’s face was as green as her hair. “Make the shot! Hurry!”
I inspected the arrows. My heart sank. Only one of the missiles was unbroken, and its shaft was warped. It would be almost impossible to shoot.
I looked again at the talking arrow.
THOU SHALT NOT THINKEST ABOUT IT, he intoned. ENCHANT THOU THE WARPED ARROW!
I tried. I opened my mouth, but the proper words of enchantment were gone from my mind. As I feared, Lester Papadopoulos simply did not
possess the power. “I can’t!”
I SHALT ASSIST, promised the Arrow of Dodona. STARTEST THOU: “PLAGUEY, PLAGUEY, PLAGUEY.”
“The enchantment does not start plaguey, plaguey, plaguey!” “Who are you talking to?” Austin demanded.
“My arrow! I—I need more time.”
“We don’t have more time!” Kayla pointed with her wrapped bloody hand.
The Colossus was only a few steps away from the central green. I wasn’t sure the demigods even realized how much danger they were in. The
Colossus could do much more than just flatten buildings. If he destroyed the central hearth, the sacred shrine of Hestia, he would extinguish the very soul of the camp. The valley would be cursed and uninhabitable for generations. Camp Half-Blood would cease to exist.
I realized I had failed. My plan would take much too long, if I could even remember how to make a plague arrow. This was my punishment for breaking an oath on the River Styx.
Then, from somewhere above us, a voice yelled, “Hey, Bronze Butt!”
Over the Colossus’s head, a cloud of darkness formed like a cartoon
dialogue bubble. Out of the shadows dropped a furry black monster dog—a hellhound—and astride his back was a young man with a glowing bronze sword.
The weekend was here. Percy Jackson had arrived.
