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Study these pages well, for your own adventures have only just begun. May the gods be with you, young demigod! Yours truly,. Rick Riordan. Senior Scribe. Leo Valdez and the Quest for Buford. Bunker 9. Prophecy. Word Scramble. Olympian Word Search. Answer Key. A Note from Rick Riordan. Son of Magic. RICK RIORDAN PUFFIN To Otto and Noah, my demigod nephews. . 16 best ways to lose belly fat without any exercise ○○○ . The Demigod Files contains three of Percy Jackson's most.

Hal Green immediately backed down. There are some illustrations. I frowned at Hal. I got out my weapon — a ballpoint pen called Riptide. Our faces were, like, centimetres apart. The monsters could have killed you the moment you entered the house. To me.

I imagined all the normal families living in those cozy houses. I had to take seriously. For three days. Thalia and I spend all our time running for our lives. To me.

She wears black leather boots. And later. In the middle of the circle. Anything that scared her. Because of that. If I tried to explain that. Her name is Amaltheia.

So is mine. My hands are shaking as I sit here on guard duty. As we got closer to the center of town. Thalia and I had been following the goat across Virginia.

Early in the morning. After walking another mile. She nodded reluctantly. We literally ran into. I wondered why she sounded so nervous. Maybe if I write down the story. As far as I knew. Demigods are monster magnets. But I promised the old man I would try.

Grazing at the base of the monument was the goat. We trudged across a narrow bridge over a lazy green river. I barely remembered what it was like to sleep in a real bed. I hoped we could find a place to rest. Whenever we tried to catch up to it. If you think that sounds cool.

The street we were following opened up into a big circular park. I should probably start with the magic goat. Amaltheia led me out of the city. I wondered what it would be like to have a home.

So we followed the goat. After what happened today…well. She was convinced the goat was some sort of sign from her dad. All those ancient Greek nasties like Furies and harpies and gorgons still exist. If she wanted to chase a magical glowing goat. The teats read: I guess. She had sad amber eyes and a bronze collar around her neck. A bronze plaque read: Robert E. Thalia knelt next to the goat.

As far as her old life in Los Angeles. She chewed some grass. Press Here for Ice. She took a shaky breath. My mortal friends would say. Or maybe I read them wrong. I took a step back. Her mom went off the deep end. Did my dad send you? She looked a little miffed. She was like me. I always ended up leaving. Mortals might see the goat as just a stray dog. We approached the statue. I could read a little Ancient Greek—it was sort of a natural ability for demigods.

I hoped so. I knew her mom had fallen in love with Zeus. I respected her too much to pry.


I used to have a sword made from Celestial bronze. In other words.

Feel free to laugh. Thalia had never mentioned a goat. Thalia grabbed my wrist. And her shaggy gray fur…was it glowing? Wisps of light seemed to cling to her like a cloud of neon. I was no expert on barnyard animals. But Thalia understood.

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The goat was just standing there. I was determined to stick with her. Before we met. A couple of cars looped around the traffic circle. Fuzzy white light steamed around her body. She had curlicue horns like a ram. When Thalia gets an idea in her head. Each teat was labeled with Greek letters. Thalia has saved my life a dozen times.

I wish I was a demigod! She always gets her way. Eventually Zeus dumped her. The goat bothered me. A miniature storm cloud engulfed her. I exhaled. Across the traffic circle stood a red brick mansion overgrown with ivy. I cleared my throat. If the goat went commando on us. My mouth felt dry. Lee with a nine-iron.

Not exactly epic. On either side. Peeling white columns flanked the front porch. She turned to me. Creepy mansion. I gazed across the street at the dilapidated house. Thalia can flash those blue eyes.

I looked up and saw the bronze General Lee move his right arm. She nursed him. The last time she appeared. Why have you led us here. Thalia frowned. I—I trust you. He simply pointed across the street. The door was painted charcoal black. They were called automatons. When the mist dissolved. I gave Thalia a nervous look. I almost hid behind the goat. The mossy trees on either side looked like claws. Lightning flickered through the cloud. Where do you want me to go? From above came the sound of creaking metal.

Thalia nodded. Even on a bright sunny morning. Something was nagging at the back of my mind. Now all I had was a nine-iron that I carried on my back.

Thalia and I had fought several magic moving statues before. After a few more failed attempts to reach us. They were steaming and blistered. I lunged at the handle and pulled. Inside was an old-fashioned ballroom. The sheets of sludge lashed at the air. No answer. I tapped it. I concentrated. A staircase wrapped around the back wall. This time nothing happened. Along with being messenger of the gods. High above. The lock on the handle was even easier.

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I dragged her away as the curtains returned to ooze and tried to catch her. She jiggled the handle. The curtains liquefied into sheets of oily sludge like giant black tongues.

At the base of the stairs sat a heap of cans. Instead she looked at me expectantly. I pressed my hand on the lock and willed it to open. Several mahogany chairs had been busted to kindling. The ooze shuddered and reverted to fabric long enough for me to pull Thalia free. She raised her hands. Thalia knocked. Thalia pulled her weapon from her belt. In one corner. It felt like my heart was trying to climb my throat. I grabbed my golf club.

The checkerboard marble floor was smeared with mud and crusty dried stuff that I hoped was just ketchup. The doorway exuded a sour evil smell. Her face paled like she was going into shock. Her spear lay nearby. Her spear clattered on the floor.

I share some of his talents. Thalia marched through anyway. Two hallways led off to the left and right. She tried to part the drapes. With a click. They oozed up her arms and covered her spear. The metal cylinder looked like a Mace canister. Heavy drapes blocked the windows. No luck. Thalia shivered in my arms. The porch floorboards creaked under our feet. I started to say. Every muscle in my body tensed. The steam dissipated. The voice seemed to have come from the thing in the hallway—the thing with the glowing red eyes.

She glanced at the drapes with a mixture of fear and nausea. I was afraid to look back.

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I could make out a pair of small red lights glowing near the floor. They bobbed up and down. A growl made my hair stand on end. Maybe nightlights? Then the lights moved. The blisters faded. I jumped over a pile of bones. I squinted down the hall to the left.

Another pair of glowing red eyes glared at us from the shadows. But how could one voice come from two different places? Then the same voice called out from the hallway on the left: I considered our options: To my right. Thalia made a strangled sound. Somewhere ahead of us.

I knew she was right. But something about those voices echoing all around me. As if in reply. I did a double take. We might be running straight to our deaths. From both hallways came a strange hollow clack. Dimly flickering wall sconces made the doors along either side seem to dance. My instincts said. What in Hades were they? At the top of the stairs. The drink of the gods could heal wounds. We reached the door and I launched myself against it. I wanted to run. Unlike the rest of the house.

His sad green eyes were underscored with bags. Light seeped from underneath the last door on the left. His room was arranged like a studio apartment. Like some horrific ventriloquist act. When it snapped its mouth.

Instead of paws it had hooves like a horse. Against the far wall was a twin bed. His shoulders slumped. Thalia helped me to my feet.

For a second I thought it was wearing one of those mouth guards that boxers use. He was tall and gaunt. Behind us. I gripped her hand and faced the old man. A gravel floor was littered with bones and pieces of armor. My heart almost burst out of my rib cage.

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Thalia said. His expression was so full of misery I thought he might cry. Or maybe the voice in front of us belonged to a monster too. We charged ahead. He opened his mouth. He sounded alone and miserable. The monster fixed its glowing red eyes on me. The monster snarled. The carpet was ripped to shreds and littered with bones.

Thalia and I spilled inside. Along the right wall stood a bookcase. He looked like a very old. Its head was a mixture of horse and wolf—with pointed ears. The corridor became more dilapidated—wallpaper peeling away like tree bark. Saliva dripped from its weird bony ridges. I could still hear the other creatures—at least two of them—growling out in the hallway.

Instead of teeth. The door slammed shut. The left side of the room had a row of iron bars like a prison cell. Sometimes I try to help them.

He took away my voice and locked me in this mansion. I saved her life by telling her the future. Why would that anger the gods? I was born with the curse of seeing the future. Kill the monsters. It will let you in. It has a talent for imitating human voices. Then the gods set the leucrotae to guard me. Thalia and I figured it was unlikely any demigod could live to be an adult. The man. It was evil. I met a young girl who was destined to die in an accident.

He told me I should never share what I saw because it would anger the gods. Such is my curse. I brandished it at the old man. They keep me alive as bait. Our lives were so dangerous. Apollo warned me to keep quiet. Yet Halcyon Green was ancient. I already knew the gods could be cruel. He forced me to wear these clothes. But many years ago…I simply had to speak. Halcyon shrugged listlessly.

There has to be something we can do. Behind the bars. That is how it lures its prey. Because my father is the god of oracles. I mean. It never works. My deadbeat dad had ignored me for fourteen years.

My name is Halcyon Green. They speak for me. Break out. Halcyon Green. The monster spoke for him: The old man shook his head dejectedly. There is no escape. Celestial bronze would disintegrate a monster with one hit.

I concentrated until sweat trickled down my neck. I—I subsist on whatever rations you carried. Fighting the monsters is hopeless. I wondered how the monsters could eat with such strange mouths. As if to answer my question.

They allow me your company for a while. They comprehend emotions and a few simple phrases. The monsters could have killed you the moment you entered the house. In my backpack I had two Snickers bars. The second monster spoke for Hal: The first monster said: The old man winced.

Two more leucrotae stalked into the cage. Hal jabbed his knife between the bars. And then…well. The monsters will drag you away and kill you. It eases my loneliness. At sunset. The leucrota kicked its hooves at the bars. The Celestial bronze breastplate looked thick enough to stop a spear-thrust. My powers were useless. The leucrota snarled at him. All three fixed their glowing red eyes on me. The monster had mimicked Thalia perfectly. Hal was so frail and pathetic. After a few moments.

Thalia slammed a drawer shut in frustration. He had two spare sets of snakeskin clothes. Hal looked baffled. He hunched over the keyboard and typed: What goat? Type what you want to say. Why did Amaltheia bring me here? Did the other demigods come here because of the goat? He motioned for us to follow him back to his computer. We lived or died instantly. The suspense was almost worse than an attack. I doubted any of the books would help us.

We moved on to the bathroom. Part of me was tempted to knock out the old man with my golf club and feed him to his drapes. His medicine cabinet was stocked with scavenged supplies— toiletries. What kind of justice was that? I was still angry with Hal for luring us here. Normally when Thalia and I fought monsters. Hal looked at me. The threat was immediate. If anybody deserved a golf club across the head. Not very helpful. They stalked out of the enclosure and the back panel closed behind them.

Then Halcyon Green would eat my Snickers bars. It was pretty clean considering how long Hal had lived here. The bookshelves were stuffed with everything from ancient history to thriller novels. We could order pizza and watch the monsters eat the delivery guy. Just please not my diary.

Now we had all day trapped in a room with nothing to do. Hal typed on his computer. The other demigods were attracted to the mansion because of the treasure.

Then he turned to the monsters and stared at them in silence. He spread his hands as if apologizing. He put his hand protectively on a battered green leather book next to his keyboard. He typed: Or maybe there was a little demigod spirit left in him after all. All of them were dead. I sighed. I needed another sword. It was full of more supplies collected from unfortunate demigods—coats much too small for Hal.

I touched the combination lock. Hal shook his head. Hal rearranged boxes of books. Such a waste. Hal nodded emphatically. I concentrated so hard I felt like I was dead-lifting five. I concentrated until I could sense the mechanisms inside. Put some wet towels over your face.

I knelt next to the safe. Maybe next time I teamed up with someone. Hal got up and showed us his walk-in closet. He gestured at the safe like: Go ahead. Emotions played across his face—fear.

He unearthed a two-foot-square metal floor safe and gestured at it like: His face turned as gray as his hair. The snakeskin fabric of his suit rippled as if it were still alive. It might protect you. My fingers tingled with warmth as if the box were a hot oven. I took that as a confirmation. Hal lowered his head. Did that make the risk worth it? A line of sweat trickled down my nose. Finally I felt gears turning.

His chest was shaking. I studied the empty enclosure. I frowned at Hal. Hal exhaled. 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!! Finally he stamped his snakeskin boot in frustration and led us back to the main room. I ran through another dozen ideas in my head. Metal groaned. He turned to his keyboard and typed: I glanced at the clock on his desk.

Hal typed a new sentence: Or maybe I die today. This bracelet must be the answer. Carefully avoiding the handle. How could I be the owner? And if your curse is supposed to end now. My pulse quickened. Suddenly his eyes looked almost as crazy as his hair.

Even if it turns into a weapon. I had a vial of poison. Nothing happened. He gesticulated wildly. She scowled. Our day was half over. I looked into the safe. Thalia shot me an irritated look. It was time he fought back. I pried open the door with my fingertips and extracted an unbroken vial of green liquid. Thalia turned to me with a silent plea in her eyes.

Thalia kissed me on the cheek. Maybe time traveled faster in the house. You can see what happened to me last time I tried to use my powers. Your turn for a helpful idea. Thalia latched it around her wrist. He sat at his computer and started to type.

We changed places. Finally she slammed. My head was throbbing. But Hermes was the god of communication. Thalia and I had survived too much to give up now. Thalia hesitated. Someday soon. I stared at the screen. Running out of time. He typed. But someday you will find your family again. Like I said. Outside the apartment. Thalia clenched her fists. I thought about what Hal Green had told us. He turned to her.

How was that possible? All of them had ideas for escape. The old man closed his eyes and concentrated. Thalia had been trying to activate her new bracelet. Hal typed. I opened the Web browser and started typing. I see things that are…hard to describe. All of them failed. The Internet had almost nothing on them. Years of solitude.

He looked up at Thalia with an expression of sympathy. Your path will be sad and lonely. Celestial bronze. You will stand tall and still. She started to speak. Hal walked over and gestured at the keyboard. He winced. All demigods started off hopeful. He turned to the keyboard and hesitated a long time before starting to type.

You are destined to survive today. No such luck. I looked up leucrotae. I typed in a list of things we had in the room—torches. Luke is right. They sounded hungry. I could really use a divine Google hit right about now. You will change once. Maybe that meant he had some power over the Internet.

We looked at each other. Snickers bars. His eyes flew open. In fact. You call that a future? If he saw anything in my future that would help. Just my mom. His hands were so frail. Did you see anything about the bracelet? Or the goat? We need something that will help. She and Zeus took turns using it in battle.

Typical god thing to do. She caught herself just in time. Hal Green held out his hands to me. Finally he typed. He yanked his hands away and stared at me in terror. Hal took a deep breath and closed his eyes. I forced myself to stay calm. I know a little about Amaltheia the goat.

What if she survived. His grim expression told me it was my turn for a fortune-telling. I gave him my hands. I scratched my chin. Zeus slew her and used her skin to make his shield—the aegis. I saw fire. His snakeskin jacket glistened as if it were trying to shed. I had to try. He had told us his curse would end today. That happened a lot with mythological monsters—they eventually re-formed from the pit of Tartarus.

But why had Amaltheia led us here? A bad thought occurred to me. You told us that Thalia will survive.. The goat nursed Zeus when he was a baby. Thalia almost backed up into the drapes. It seemed important.

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A wave of dread washed over me. I saw nothing about the bracelet. It would frighten away their enemies. My tongue felt like sandpaper. What if we both survived.

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Reluctantly he typed. I had to survive today first. Thalia peered over my shoulder. But if he survives today.

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An idea buzzed in the back of my head. A choice. No wonder the others gave up—just like you gave up. Her tone was dangerous. You mean today? Is that going to help us?

I could swear the old man was terrified of me now. I scanned the list of ingredients. He pointed at his bookshelves. We started pulling out books. A lot of those are really old. After lots of fruitless searching. Suddenly, some Athena children find the group and take Percy and Beckendorf as their prisoners and congratulate Annabeth and Silena for trapping them. Percy is outraged and accuses Annabeth of having plotted everything, Annabeth defends herself by saying the whole dragon and Ant Hill thing was a coincidence.

Before going off to finish the game, she tells Percy to come see her during the fireworks. The boys are forced to stay in prison while the girls go win the game. Rick Riordan wrote this short story for World Book Day Persephone calls Percy , Thalia and Nico , the children of the Big Three, into the Underworld to retrieve Hades ' new sword from a demigod spy who stole it.

The problem is that Hades' keys, which let anyone out or into the Underworld, are in it. Persephone gives them a flower to track the thief. When all of the petals fall off, the sword thief has made it out of the Underworld. Percy, Nico and Thalia must retrieve the sword before time runs out. They catch up with the thief, Ethan Nakamura, just as the last petal falls off the flower because Ethan has revived the Titan Iapetus.

At the culmination of their fight, Percy flings Iapetus into the river Lethe, a river that erases memories. Only Percy's powers as the son of Poseidon can keep him dry. Percy tells the now mind-wiped Iapetus that his name is Bob and that they are friends. When the three heroes and "Bob" return to Hades and Persephone with the sword, Hades is very unhappy about the sword and leaves in anger, threatening Persephone never to disobey him again.

By this, they know that Persephone commissioned the sword against Hades' orders. However, Percy saw a look of "hunger" in Hades' eyes while he stared at the sword. The book contains fictional interviews with multiple characters at Camp Half-Blood. The book received mixed reviews. Publishers Weekly criticized it saying, "Bland illustrations depicting the contents of Annabeth's trunk, a map of Camp Half-Blood and a short 'sneak peek' at the book The Last Olympian pad the contents barely to book length; the inclusion of a crossword puzzle and a word search makes the book difficult to share.

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