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The fifth book in the Percy jackson series is a playful and frolicsome depict of the series so far displaying the fun side of the characters involved. Title details for The Demigod Diaries by Rick Riordan - Wait list short stories that provide vital back-story to the Heroes of Olympus and Percy Jackson books. THE DEMIGOD DIARIES PDF, THE DEMIGOD DIARIES READ The Heroes of Olympus: The Demigod Diaries Rick Riordan *Download PDF | ePub | DOC Youll join your favorite demigods from the Percy Jackson and the.
I went into red-alert mode. But now that we were dating, one frown from her and I freaked. What had I done wrong? I mentally reviewed the picnic list: Comfy blanket?
Chocolate toffee from La Masion du Chocolat?
Chilled sparking water with twist of lemon? Weapons in case of sudden Greek mythological apocalypse? I was tempted briefly to bluff my way through. Two things stopped me. Second, she was too smart. So I did what I do best. I stared at her blankly and acted dumb.
Annabeth rolled her eyes. That was true: August 18th. She was wearing her regular orange camp t-shirt and shorts, hair swept over her shoulders. Around her neck hung a leather cord with colorful beads from our demigod training camp- Camp Half-Blood. Her stormy-gray eyes were as dazzling as ever. I tried to think. Was that what she meant? Then Annabeth set my priorities straight. Do people celebrate stuff like that? I have to remember birthdays, holidays, and all anniversaries?
She tucked her legs underneath her. But you promised to take me out for a special dinner tonight. I could hear hopefulness in her boice, but also doubt.
She was waiting for me to admit the obvious: I was toast. I was boyfriend roadkill. Seriously, the last month with her had been awesome. I was the luckiest demigod ever. But a special dinner … when had I mentioned that? Maybe a Greek god has disguised himself as me and made her a promise as a prank.
Or maybe I was just a rotten boyfriend. A sudden streak of light made me blink, as if someone had flashed a mirror in my face. I looked around and I saw a brown delivery truck parked in the middle of the Great Lawn where no cars were allowed. Lettered on the side were the words:. I pointed at the truck.
The driver was climbing out.
He wore a brown uniform shirt and knee-length shorts along with stylish black socks and cleats. His curly sal-and-pepper hair stuck out around the edges of his brown cap.
He looked like a guy in his mid-thirties, but I knew from experience he was actually in his mid-five-thousands. Messenger of the gods. Personal friend, dispenser of heroic quests, and frequent cause of migrane headaches. He looked upset. He kept patting his pockets and wringing his hands.
Finally he spotted me and beckoned, Get over here! That could of meant severl things. If he was delivering a message in person from the gods, it was bad news. If he wanted something from me, it was also bad news.
How do you greet a god? I knew Hermes better than most of the Olympians. Hermes scanned the park as if he were afriad of being watched. Gods are usually invisible to mortals. Nobody else on the Great Lawn was paying any attention to the delivery van.
Hermes glanced at Annabeth, then back at me. Annabeth crossed her arms. Hermes tucked a curl of gray hair behind his ear. He patted his pockets again.
He leaned in and lowered his voice. Hermes glared at her. Before I explain the problem, both of you must promise to keep silent. Come on, Percy. Hermes snarled. A little background: Annabeth used to adventure with Hermes son Luke. Over time, Annabeth developed a crush on Luke. As Annabeth got older, Luke developed feelings for her, too.
Luke turned evil. Hermes blamed Annabeth for not preventing Luke from turning evil. Annabeth blamed Hermes for being a rotten dad and giving Luke the capacity to become evil in the first place. Luke died in war. Hermes and Annabeth blame each other. Anyway, I figured things would go badly if these two went nuclear, so I risked stepping between them.
This sounds important. I gave her a smile that I hoped conveyed something like: Gods are such jerks! But what can you do? Hermes slumped on his delivery boxes. He stared at his empty hands. George and Martha were the two snakes that wrapped around his caduceus- his staff of power. Annabeth would argue and say that whole thing is a misconception.
But whatever. I was kind of fond of George and Martha. I got the feeling Hermes was too, even though he was constatly arguing with them. Heremes rolled his eyes. He loves ordering new shows and cenceling them after two episodes. God of beginnings and endings, after all. Hermes snorted. I checked the security cameras in the area. I talked with the wind nymphs. The thief was clearly Cacus. But I did it first, and with much more stlye. At any rate, Cacus is always stealing things from the gods.
Very annoying. He used to hide out in a cave on Capitoline Hill, where Rome was founded. I took a deep breath. I saw where this was going. Hermes tilted his head. If we did that, New York would be destroyed everytime Aphrodite lost her hairbrush, and believe me, that happens a lot.
We need heros for that sort of errand. And if you went looking for the staff yourself, it might be a little embarrassing. Hermes pursed his lips. The other gods would certainly take notice. Me, the god of thieves, being stolen from. And my caduceus, no less, symbol of my power! The idea is too horrible. I need this resolved quickly and quietly before I become the laughingstock of Olympus. Hermes smiled. Thank you. Hermes shrugged. And just a warning. Cacus breaths fire.
The tip can turn people to stone. He smiled winningly. I was in better spirit when I rejoined Annabeth.
Annabeth waited by out picnic site with her arms folded indignantly. Any why do I want to help out Hermes? Annabeth raised her hand. But please- no more promises. She stowed our blanket in her backpack and put away the food. The only thing she kept out was her shield. Like a lot of magic items, it was designed to morph into a smaller item for easy carrying. Great for cheese and crackers. Annabeth brushed off the crumbs and tossed the plate into the air. It expanded as it spun.
Instead of a reflection, we were looking down at a landscape of dilapidated warehouses and crumbling roads. A rusty water tower rose above the urban blight. She rapped her knuckles on the bronze surface. This time I saw a familiar part of Manhattan: I remembered my mom and stepdad taking me there a few years ago when it first opened.
She frowned in concentration. The shield zoomed in on an intersection blocked off with ornge barricades and detour signs. Construction equipment sat idle in the shadow of the High Line. Chiseled in the street was a big square hole, cordoned off with yellow police tape.
Steam billowed from the pit. Some freak accident way below the surface. They were digging a new service tunnel or something, and a fire broke out. The Mist would obscure what they really saw. Annabeth gazed wistfully across the Great Lawn. The cab dropped us off on West 15th. The streets were bustling with a mix of sidewalk vendors, workers, sjoppers and tourists. Apparently even monsters wanted to stay here. We made our way to the construction site. The hole in the street was about the size of a garage door.
Pipe scaffolding hung over it with a sort of winch system, and metal climbing rungs had been fastened into the side of the pit, leading down. Being the adughter of the goddess of wisdom and strategy, Annabeth likes making plans.
We climbed over the barricade, ducked under the police tape, and crept toward the hole. Sneaking into a dangerous steaming pit in the middle of a New York intersection proved disturbingly easy. The rungs seemed to go down forever. The square of daylight above us got smaller and smaller until it was like size of a postage stamp.
Every twenty feet or so, a dim light flickered next to the ladder, but the descent was still gloomy and creepy. I dropped next to her in the shallow puddle of muck. I turned and found that we were standing in a factory-sized cavern. Our tunnel emptied into it like a narrow chimney. The rock walls bristled with old cables, pipe, and lines of brickwork- maybe the foundations of old buildings.
Busted water pipes, possibly old sewer lines, sent a steady drizzle of water down the walls, turning the floor muddy. Scattered across the cave were crates, toolboxes, pallets of timber, and stacks of steel pipe.
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