CHAPTER 21 (Part-1)

                                    

                                          
(Percy's POV) 
When I saw her, my jaw dropped. 


I forgot my name. I forgot where I was. I forgot how to speak in complete sentences. 


She was wearing a red satin dress & her hair was curled in a cascade of ringlets. Her face was the most beautiful I'd ever seen: perfect makeup, dazzling eyes, a smile that would've lit up the dark side of the moon. 


Thinking back on it, I can't tell you who she looked like. 


Or even what color her hair or eyes were. Pick the most beautiful actress you can think of. The goddess was more beautiful than that. Pick your favorite hair color, eye color, whatever. The goddess had that. 


When she smiled at me, just for a moment she looked like Nora. Then a little like Annabeth. Then like this television actress I used to have a crush on in fifth grade. 
Then...well, you get the idea. 


But even as I was looking at her sitting right in front of me, I still found myself thinking about how pretty Nora was. And how she somehow seemed to look even more beautiful than the goddess, if that was possible. 
Though I was sure the goddess would have killed me if I'd said that out loud.
"Ah, there you are, Percy," the goddess said. "I am Aphrodite." 


I slipped into the seat across from her and said something like, "Um uh gah." 


She smiled. "Aren't you sweet. Hold this, please." 


She gave me a polished mirror the size of a dinner plate & had me hold it up for her. 


She leaned forward & dabbed at her lipstick, though I couldn't see anything wrong with it. 


"Do you know why you're here?" she asked. 


I wanted to respond. Why couldn't I form a complete sentence? She was only a lady. A seriously beautiful lady. With eyes like pools of spring water...whoa. 


I pinched my own arm, hard. 


"I...I don't know," I managed. 


"Oh, dear," Aphrodite said. "Still in denial?" 


Outside the car, I could hear Ares chuckling. I had a feeling he could hear every word we said. The idea of him being out there made me angry, & that helped clear my mind. 


"I don't know what you're talking about," I said. 


"Well then, why are you on this quest?" 


"Artemis has been captured!" 


Aphrodite rolled her eyes. "Oh, Artemis. Please. Talk about a hopeless case. I mean, if they were going to kidnap a goddess, she should be breathtakingly beautiful, don't you think? I pity the poor dears who have to imprison Artemis. Bo-ring!" 


"But she was chasing a monster," I protested. "A really, really bad monster. We have to find it!" 


Aphrodite made me hold the mirror a little higher. She seemed to have found a microscopic problem at the corner of her eye & dabbed at her mascara.
"Always some monster. But my dear Percy, that is why the others are on this quest. I'm more interested in you." 


My heart pounded. I didn't want to answer, but her eyes drew an answer right out of my mouth. "Annabeth is in trouble. And I can't help her without Nora being on this quest." 


Aphrodite beamed. "Exactly!" 


"I have to help her," I said. "I've been having these dreams." 


"Ah, you even dream about them! That's so cute!"
"No! I mean...that's not what I meant." 

She made a tsk-tsk sound. "Percy, I'm on your side. I'm the reason you're here, after all." 


I stared at her. "What?" 


"The poisoned T-shirt the Stoll brothers gave Phoebe," she said. "Did you think that was an accident? Sending Blackjack to find you? Helping you sneak out of the camp?" 


"You did that?" 


"Of course! Because really, how boring these Hunters are! A quest for a monster, blah blah blah. Saving Artemis. Let her stay lost, I say. But a quest for true love-" 


"Wait a second, I never said-" 


"Oh, my dear. You don't need to say it. You do know Annabeth was close to joining the Hunters, don't you? And Nora could be the one getting killed on this quest as well." 


I blushed. "I wasn't sure-" 


"She was about to throw her life away! And you, my dear, you can save her from that. You can save Nora too. It's so romantic! You just have to choose."


"Uh..." 


"Oh, put the mirror down," Aphrodite ordered. "I look fine." 


I hadn't realized I was still holding it, but as soon as I put it down, I noticed my arms were sore. 


"Now listen, Percy," Aphrodite said. "The Hunters are your enemies. Forget them, Artemis & the monster. It's not important. You just concentrate on finding Annabeth & keeping Nora safe." 


"Do you know where she is?" 


Aphrodite waved her hand irritably. "No. I leave the details to you. But it's been ages since we've had a good tragic love story." 


"Whoa, first of all, I never said anything about love. And second, what's up with tragic!" 


"Love conquers all," Aphrodite promised. "Look at Helen & Paris. Did they let anything come between them?" 


"Didn't they start the Trojan War & get thousands of people killed?" 


"Pfft. That's not the point. Follow your heart." 


"But...I don't know where it's going. My heart, I mean." 


She smiled sympathetically. She really was beautiful. And not just because she had a pretty face or anything. She believed in love so much, it was impossible not to feel giddy when she talked about it. 


"Not knowing is half the fun," Aphrodite said. "Exquisitely painful, isn't it? Not being sure who you love & who loves you? Oh, you kids! It's so cute I'm going to cry." 


"No, no," I said. "Don't do that." 


"And don't worry," she said. "I'm not going to let this be easy & boring for you. No, I have some wonderful surprises in store. Anguish. Indecision. Oh, you just wait." 


"That's really okay," I told her. "Don't go to any trouble." 


"You're cute. I wish all my daughters could break the heart of a boy as nice as you." 


Aphrodite's eyes were tearing up. "Now, you'd better go. And do be careful in my husband's territory, Percy. Don't take anything. He is awfully fussy about his trinkets & trash." 


"What?" I asked. "You mean Hephaestus?" 


But the car door opened & Ares grabbed my shoulder, pulling me out of the car & back into the desert night. 


My audience with the goddess of love was over. 


"You're lucky, punk." Ares pushed me away from the limo. "Be grateful." 


"For what?" 


"That we're being so nice. If it was up to me-" 


"So why haven't you killed me?" I shot back. It was a stupid thing to say to the god of war, but being around him always made me feel angry & reckless. 


Ares nodded, like I'd finally said something intelligent. 


"I'd love to kill you, seriously," he said. "But see, I got a situation. Word on Olympus is that you might start the biggest war in history. I can't risk messing that up. Besides, Aphrodite thinks you're some kinda soap-opera star or something. I kill you, that makes me look bad with her. But don't worry. I haven't forgotten my promise. Some day soon, kid- real soon- you're going to raise your sword to fight, & you're gonna remember the wrath of Ares." 


I balled my fists. "Why wait? I beat you once. How's that ankle healing up?" 


He grinned crookedly. "Not bad, punk. But you got nothing on the master of taunts. I'll start the fight when I'm good & ready. Until then...Get lost." 


He snapped his fingers & the world did a three-sixty, spinning in a cloud of red dust. I fell to the ground. 
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