The Stolen Trident: Chapter 3

 Chapter 3  

 This Woman Needs A Makeover  

Honestly, I cannot tell you what Ms. Stephens face looks like. Every time I tried to, a voice in my head, the same one that told me to travel in the shadow, told me not to if I wanted to live.

“Ms. Stephens, how did you get here so fast?” I asked her.

“Oh didn’t your little satyr friend tell you? Monsters can travel faster than mortals.” She explained.

People on the hill blew a horn, a sort of battle cry. A kid carrying a caduceus raced down the hill. If I could only stall her for a little bit, the kid could kill her.

“Which monster are you?” I asked.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">“Oh only the most famous one, MEDUSA!” She screamed. As she said the last word, she turned and looked straight at the kid with the caduceus. He turned to stone.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">Medusa ran up the hill people scattered. I needed to think. Medusa killed people by turning them to stone if they looked straight at her. What if I saw her through something, glasses?

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">“Nadir, give me your glasses! NOW!”

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">Nadir took off his glasses and threw them to me. I put them on and drew Felonious. I ran after Medusa. When I got up the hill, no one else was turned to stone, thankfully. I ran at Medusa who was about to kill a girl. I yelled and got Medusas attention. I looked at her and wasn’t turned to stone. I sliced my sword at her eyes.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH,” Medusa screamed, “Now I can’t turn people into stone!”

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">I took one more slice at her neck and sliced her head clean off. I picked it up and threw it into the lake. It would do no more harm.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">A man walked up to me. No, he wasn’t a man. From the waist up he was a man but from the waist down, he was half palomino horse, a centaur.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">“Hello young hero, I am Chiron,” The centaur said, “I must thank you for getting rid of Medusa for us, we were unprepared, poor Jim trying to sneak up on her.”

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">“You’re welcome I guess.” I said.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">“Heroes!” Chiron bellowed, “Counselors meeting in the Big House! Now!”

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">Campers scattered around and I followed Chiron to a large, blue house. We went in. I sat down at a chair around a ping pong table. Soon we were joined by about 30 other kids. Finally, Chiron spoke.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">“Heroes, this is Connor Anderson, I want you to introduce yourselves.” He instructed.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">And so they did. There was Joe, a son of Zeus. A son of Poseidon named Zach. Soloman a big burly son of Hephateus. Christian a son of Ares. Lenny, the new leader of the Hermes cabin, Brian, son of Apollo. Ian, a son of Dionysus. Michelle, a daughter of Aphrodite. Caroline, daughter of Athena. Lindsey a daughter of Demeter. Andy a son of Hecate. Nick, a son of Thanatos and many others.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">“Who is my parent?” I asked.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">“We don’t know you need to be claimed.” Chiron said.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">Suddenly, everyone gasped. On the table was a Greek war helmet, or helm. Above me there was a black light with a white picture of a helm. I was confused, but everyone bowed, even Chiron.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">“Hail, Connor Anderson. Son of Hades, God of the Underworld and Riches Under the Earth.

Chapter Four: I Bathe In The Boiling River