When he'd disappeared into the bushes, Juniper wiped her eyes.
"Grover will never be accepted! He will die an outcast!" He fell on his furry rump, then scrambled to his hooves and ran away with his belly jiggling. I didn't push him very hard, but he was kind of top-heavy. Do you think he'll let the satyrs go free? You're supposed to be a leader.
He's going to destroy everything in his path-mortals, gods, demigods. When Kronos attacks, he's going to have packs of hellhounds. I grabbed him by the shirt, which seriously wasn't like me, but the stupid old goat was making me mad. "Without my permission! And it's not our war." Grover was preparing the nature spirits." "Empathy links," Leneus said disdainfully. There's got to be a way you can find him with your magic." "It's going to get a lot more unsettling," I promised. "They're just taking some time off to think. I'm sure they'll be back," he said, but I could hear the panic in his voice. "If things are going so well, where are your friends? Looks like your Council hasn't been meeting lately." You were just too scared to accept the truth." "He wasn't lying to you about Pan's death. "You tried to vote him into exile," I corrected. "Now, as I was trying to explain, young lady, your boyfriend has not sent any reports since we voted him into exile." Leneus huffed indignantly and brushed the twigs off his shirt. O'Leary bounded after him to the far end of the grove.
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Nico looked like he was trying to not crack up. I won't answer questions with this hellhound sniffing my tail!" "He is not a traitor! He's the bravest satyr ever, and I want to know where he is!" "You are better off without that traitor." He wouldn't stay gone this long if he wasn't in trouble. She was pretty in a dryad-y way, with her purple gossamer dress and her elfish face, but her eyes were green-tinted with chlorophyll from crying. "Make it go away! Juniper, I will not help you under these circumstances!" Don't tell me you've forgotten a member of the Council so quickly. His belly would've made him an invincible bumper car. His fur was dust-bunny gray, and a spiderweb grew between his horns. "You there, Percy Jackson! Is this your beast?"
"Will someone-what is this underworld creature doing in my forest!" He waved his arms and trotted on his hooves as if the grass were hot. The old satyr didn't look nearly so happy. Being the son of Hades, he'd probably been traveling in all sorts of hellhound-friendly places. She sniffed his legs like he was the most interesting thing since rib-eye steaks. He nodded when he saw me, then went back to scratching Mrs. He was only twelve, but he looked much older and sadder. He looked pretty much like I'd seen him in my dream-an aviator's jacket, black jeans, and a T-shirt with dancing skeletons on it, like one of those Day of the Dead pictures. Nico was the only one who didn't seem freaked out by Mrs. In the middle of the glade stood the weirdest trio I'd ever seen: Juniper the tree nymph, Nico di Angelo, and a very old, very fat satyr. The three topiary thrones had lost all their leaves. She was in a familiar clearing where the Council of Cloven Elders had once put Grover on trial. When I finally tracked her down, she wasn't using the facilities. Even the dragons and giant scorpions ran away when she came close. I jogged after her, not too concerned that she was getting ahead. So I opened the gates of the arena, and she bounded straight toward the woods. It had caused more than one unfortunate slip-and-slide accident. The other campers didn't think it was funny when she went to the bathroom in the arena. Soon she started barking-a sound slightly louder than an artillery gun-like she needed to go for a walk. Thinking about that made me sad all over again, but I threw the shield a few more times because Mrs. Next to me, Beckendorf had been her best friend. He'd forged her collar with the little smiley face and a crossbones name tag. well, Beckendorf used to take care of her whenever I was gone. I kind of inherited her when her previous owner died. O'Leary is the world's only friendly hellhound. She wanted to play fetch, so I picked up a bronze shield and tossed it across the arena.īy the way, Mrs. By then I was pretty much drenched in dog drool. The next thing I knew I was flat on the ground with a huge paw on my chest and an oversize Brillo-pad tongue licking my face.