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I hope The Demigod Diaries will help prepare you for your own adventures. Maybe if I write down the story, I'll be able to put it behind me . Feel free to laugh . seeing kids carrying their dog-eared copies of Diary of a. Wimpy Kid with Thank you Diary of a Wimpy Kid Anne Frank - The Diary Of A Young Girl. Heroes of Olympus Extra - The Demigod Diaries - Download as PDF File The ooze shuddered and reverted to fabric long enough for me to pull Thalia free.
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If the goat went commando on us. Did my dad send you? Thalia nodded. I took a step back. We approached the statue. Why have you led us here. I could read a little Ancient Greek—it was sort of a natural ability for demigods. Thalia knelt next to the goat. Lee with a nine-iron. I guess. From above came the sound of creaking metal. Or maybe I read them wrong.
Now all I had was a nine-iron that I carried on my back. She chewed some grass. Press Here for Ice. Each teat was labeled with Greek letters. Thalia and I had fought several magic moving statues before. Feel free to laugh.
Where do you want me to go? I cleared my throat. She nursed him. I almost hid behind the goat. A bronze plaque read: Robert E. She was like me. But Thalia understood. Not exactly epic. She looked a little miffed. Thalia frowned. I gave Thalia a nervous look. I was determined to stick with her. I used to have a sword made from Celestial bronze.
Fuzzy white light steamed around her body. I hoped so. He simply pointed across the street. The teats read: They were called automatons. I looked up and saw the bronze General Lee move his right arm.
If she wanted to chase a magical glowing goat. She had sad amber eyes and a bronze collar around her neck. I—I trust you. The last time she appeared. The mossy trees on either side looked like claws. Even on a bright sunny morning. The porch floorboards creaked under our feet. Something was nagging at the back of my mind. Thalia knocked. On either side. My mouth felt dry. Thalia can flash those blue eyes. Lightning flickered through the cloud.
She turned to me. When the mist dissolved. A miniature storm cloud engulfed her. No answer. Instead she looked at me expectantly. I exhaled. Peeling white columns flanked the front porch. I share some of his talents. Along with being messenger of the gods. The goat bothered me. Creepy mansion. Across the traffic circle stood a red brick mansion overgrown with ivy. I gazed across the street at the dilapidated house.
The door was painted charcoal black. She jiggled the handle. Inside was an old-fashioned ballroom. The ooze shuddered and reverted to fabric long enough for me to pull Thalia free. The steam dissipated. The checkerboard marble floor was smeared with mud and crusty dried stuff that I hoped was just ketchup. The blisters faded. This time nothing happened. Thalia pulled her weapon from her belt. The sheets of sludge lashed at the air. It felt like my heart was trying to climb my throat.
The curtains liquefied into sheets of oily sludge like giant black tongues. The doorway exuded a sour evil smell. Heavy drapes blocked the windows.
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Two hallways led off to the left and right. Several mahogany chairs had been busted to kindling. She tried to part the drapes. They oozed up her arms and covered her spear. I pressed my hand on the lock and willed it to open. After a few more failed attempts to reach us. Thalia marched through anyway. Her spear clattered on the floor. They were steaming and blistered. Her face paled like she was going into shock.
Her spear lay nearby. High above. In one corner. I grabbed my golf club. I dragged her away as the curtains returned to ooze and tried to catch her. No luck. I lunged at the handle and pulled. I tapped it. I concentrated. I started to say. At the base of the stairs sat a heap of cans. Thalia shivered in my arms. The lock on the handle was even easier. With a click. The metal cylinder looked like a Mace canister.
A staircase wrapped around the back wall. The drink of the gods could heal wounds. She raised her hands. Thalia made a strangled sound.
But how could one voice come from two different places? Then the same voice called out from the hallway on the left: From both hallways came a strange hollow clack. I could make out a pair of small red lights glowing near the floor. My instincts said. Another pair of glowing red eyes glared at us from the shadows. I squinted down the hall to the left. To my right. Dimly flickering wall sconces made the doors along either side seem to dance.
As if in reply. The voice seemed to have come from the thing in the hallway—the thing with the glowing red eyes. A growl made my hair stand on end. What in Hades were they? At the top of the stairs. I was afraid to look back. I jumped over a pile of bones. Every muscle in my body tensed. Maybe night-lights? Then the lights moved. She glanced at the drapes with a mixture of fear and nausea. I did a double take. They bobbed up and down. We might be running straight to our deaths.
I knew she was right. But something about those voices echoing all around me. I considered our options: Somewhere ahead of us. The carpet was ripped to shreds and littered with bones.
A gravel floor was littered with bones and pieces of armor. Unlike the rest of the house. His room was arranged like a studio apartment. The monster snarled. The door slammed shut. Instead of paws it had hooves like a horse. Behind us. Instead of teeth. He sounded alone and miserable. Thalia said. When it snapped its mouth. His shoulders slumped. Against the far wall was a twin bed. We charged ahead. The left side of the room had a row of iron bars like a prison cell. Or maybe the voice in front of us belonged to a monster too.
I could still hear the other creatures—at least two of them —growling out in the hallway. We reached the door and I launched myself against it. His sad green eyes were underscored with bags. He was tall and gaunt. Its head was a mixture of horse and wolf—with pointed ears. Light seeped from underneath the last door on the left. Thalia and I spilled inside. My heart almost burst out of my rib cage.
Along the right wall stood a bookcase. He looked like a very old. Saliva dripped from its weird bony ridges. The corridor became more dilapidated—wallpaper peeling away like tree bark.
The monster fixed its glowing red eyes on me. For a second I thought it was wearing one of those mouth guards that boxers use. I wanted to run. Thalia helped me to my feet. He opened his mouth. Like some horrific ventriloquist act. Such is my curse. He told me I should never share what I saw because it would anger the gods. Halcyon shrugged listlessly.
Because my father is the god of oracles. My name is Halcyon Green. That is how it lures its prey. I saved her life by telling her the future. Our lives were so dangerous. He forced. The man. Behind the bars. I mean. His expression was so full of misery I thought he might cry. I brandished it at the old man. I was born with the curse of seeing the future. Yet Halcyon Green was ancient. The monster spoke for him: I gripped her hand and faced the old man.
Why would that anger the gods? It has a talent for imitating human voices. Thalia and I figured it was unlikely any demigod could live to be an adult. I met a young girl who was destined to die in an accident. But many years ago…I simply had to speak. Apollo warned me to keep quiet. Halcyon Green. My deadbeat dad had ignored me for fourteen years. Hal jabbed his knife between the bars.
I already knew the gods could be cruel. They speak for me. In my backpack I had two Snickers bars. It will let you in. Break out. My powers were useless. It never works. He took away my voice and locked me in this mansion. It eases my loneliness. The monsters could have killed you the moment you entered the house. They keep me alive as bait. I—I subsist on whatever rations you carried. Kill the monsters. The leucrota snarled at him. Then the gods set the leucrotae to guard me.
It was evil. Sometimes I try to help them. The old man winced. Celestial bronze would disintegrate a monster with one hit. They allow me your company for a while. The old man shook his head dejectedly. There has to be something we can do. And then…well. I concentrated until sweat trickled down my neck. The leucrota kicked its hooves at the bars. Fighting the monsters is hopeless. The second monster spoke for Hal: Now we had all day trapped in a room with nothing to do.
All three fixed their glowing red eyes on me. He spread his hands as if apologizing. Hal looked at me. They comprehend emotions and a few simple phrases. The monster had mimicked Thalia perfectly. There is no escape. Type what you want to say. At sunset. They stalked out of the enclosure and the back panel closed behind them. The Celestial bronze breastplate looked thick enough to stop a spear-thrust.
The threat was immediate. Normally when Thalia and I fought monsters. After a few moments. Two more leucrotae stalked into the cage. The first monster said: We lived or died instantly. As if to answer my question. Then he turned to the monsters and stared at them in silence. I wondered how the monsters could eat with such strange mouths.
The monsters will drag you away and kill you. Halcyon Green would eat my Snickers bars. I assumed you were. Hal looked baffled. The bookshelves were stuffed with everything from ancient history to thriller novels. It was full of more supplies collected from unfortunate demigods—coats much too small for Hal. Just please not my diary. He motioned for us to follow him back to his computer. Part of me was tempted to knock out the old man with my golf club and feed him to his drapes.
He hunched over the keyboard and typed: What goat? Thalia slammed a drawer shut in frustration. I needed another sword. If anybody deserved a golf club across the head. Why did Amaltheia bring me here? Did the other demigods come here because of the goat? We moved on to the bathroom. Not very helpful. The suspense was almost worse than an attack.
We could order pizza and watch the monsters eat the delivery guy. The other demigods were attracted to the mansion because of the treasure. He put his hand protectively on a battered green leather book next to his keyboard. It was pretty clean considering how long Hal had lived here. His medicine cabinet was stocked with scavenged supplies—toiletries. He had two spare sets of snakeskin clothes. Hal typed on his computer.
I doubted any of the books would help us. Hal was so frail and pathetic. He typed: Such a waste. Hal got up and showed us his walk-in closet. What kind of justice was that? I was still angry with Hal for luring us here. The snakeskin fabric of his suit rippled as if it were still alive. My fingers tingled with warmth as if the box were a hot oven.
He unearthed a two-foot-square metal floor safe and gestured at it like: Hal rearranged boxes of books. I knelt next to the safe. Hal shook his head. His face turned as gray as his hair.
It might protect you. I took that as a confirmation. Emotions played across his face—fear. I sighed. Maybe next time I teamed up with someone. I concentrated until I could sense the mechanisms inside.
Hal nodded emphatically. Put some wet towels over your face. All of them were dead. 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. 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. 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? He yanked his hands away and stared at me in terror.
For a. I also saw a sacrifice in your future. In fact. No wonder the others gave up—just like you gave up. What if she survived. Hal took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
His hands were so frail. I gave him my hands. His path is hard to see. She nodded. She and Zeus took turns using it in battle. But if he survives today. You lure demigods here. If he saw anything in my future that would help. Because Luke would never betray anyone. His eyes flew open. You mean today? Is that going to help us? I saw fire. A wave of dread washed over me. He nodded. I forced myself to stay calm. Finally he typed.
I waited. A choice. But also a betrayal. Hal Green held out his hands to me. That happened a lot with mythological monsters—they eventually re-formed from the pit of Tartarus. Hard to be sure. Reluctantly he typed. It would frighten away their enemies. He had told us his curse would end today. But why had Amaltheia led us here? A bad thought occurred to me. His snakeskin jacket glistened as if it were trying to shed. I had to try. What if we both survived. My tongue felt like sandpaper.
Her tone was dangerous. His grim expression told me it was my turn for a fortunetelling. Last time. He tossed titles and flipped through pages as fast as we did. But I thought that stuff was just a legend. Everything we needed was in this room. I thought he might lunge at Thalia. You can summon lightning???? After lots of fruitless searching. Whatever nightmares were in my future. Thalia peered over my shoulder. You have any fire left? An idea buzzed in the back of my head. Hal Green immediately backed down.
I scanned the list of ingredients. Greek weapons. We started pulling out books. I could swear the old man was terrified of me now. And even if we were outside. An article popped up immediately. I almost killed Luke.
A lot of those are really old. There was only one thing missing. If someone came across it and learned the secret of Greek fire…well. Perhaps my dad. His face was animated. He pointed at his bookshelves. I had to survive today first. The recipe for Greek fire. I read to the end of the list. Whatever it touches. Every time I blinked. But Greek fire will turn this room into an inferno. My mind ran through a dozen different strategies.
I explode or something. Too many ifs. I looked at the empty enclosure. I tried to focus on my work. But one thing was clear: My future terrified him. You do understand how dangerous Greek fire is? I swallowed. You can call down a lightning strike on the house and blast it through the electrical wiring. Hal typed. When those bars rose and the leucrotae attacked.
Finally I had a pot full of goopy black gunk. My face beaded with sweat as I mixed the ingredients. It will spread through the entire house in a matter of seconds. And to summon the lightning. I sealed the lid. Outside in the hallway.
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Maybe Hermes was watching out for me. Time passed too quickly. You guys should probably step back. The drapes on the window blocked out all sunlight. The glass should keep it from exploding until we break the jar. A sacrifice in your future. Or maybe I just got lucky.
What did he mean? I can communicate with the leucrotae. I am the logical choice for bait. I think I finally understand why I was cursed. Hal picked up his green leather diary. You and Thalia wait in the closet. Over at the computer desk. I want you to take this diary. She promised me it would always protect its owner. He looked like a demigod.
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