Daughter Of Ares Mod

Daughter Of Ares Mod
Daughter Of Ares Mod
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The next few days were spent working on the chariots. Annabeth and Percy teamed up, along with Vitani and Luke.

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Not to mention everyone kept making fun of Percy because of Tyson. The only people who had no problems the cyclops was Vitani and Beckendorf from the Hephaestus Cabin.

Luke was still wary around Tyson, but softened slightly when he saw Tyson playing happily with Loki, who seemed to adore the baby cyclops and constantly rubbed against him for attention.

And everyone also had found out what curse Vitani had placed on Tantalus, it turns out that Tantalus would hear various food commercials throughout the day, all day, with the mental images to accompany them.

When Tantalus heard the McDonald's slogan 'I'm lovin' it' for the 50th time that day, he broke down in tears as the mental image of a Quarter Pounder Cheese Burger was so vivid that he could almost taste it.

The curse also haunted his dreams, where monster foods such as a giant sub sandwich with big olive eyes and red tomato teeth chased him, trying to eat him.

The morning of the race was hot and humid. Fog lay low on the ground like sauna steam. Thousands of birds were roosting in the trees—fat grey-and-white pigeons, except they didn't coo like regular pigeons. They made this annoying metallic screeching sound that reminded them of submarine radar.

There were rows of stone steps for the spectators— Tantalus, the satyrs, a few dryads, and all of the campers who weren't participating. Mr. D didn't show. He never got up before ten o'clock.

'Right!' Tantalus announced as the teams began to assemble. A naiad had brought him a big platter of pastries, and as Tantalus spoke, his right hand chased a chocolate eclair across the judge's table. 'You all know the rules. A quarter-mile track. Twice around to win. Two horses per chariot. Each team will consist of a driver and a fighter. Weapons are allowed. Dirty tricks are expected. But try not to kill anybody!' Tantalus smiled at them like they were all naughty children. 'Any killing will result in harsh punishment. No s'mores at the campfire for a week! Now ready your chariots!'

'No S'mores for a week? What a harsh punishment.' Vitani thought, rolling her eyes.

Beckendorf led the Hephaestus team onto the track. They had a sweet ride made of bronze and iron—even the horses, which were magical automatons like the Colchis bulls. They had no doubt that their chariot had all kinds of mechanical traps and more fancy options than a fully loaded Maserati.

Annabeth and Percy had their own chariots, they had gotten into an argument earlier which led them to split up as a team. Percy was now with Tyson and Annabeth with a boy from her own cabin.

Vitani's and Luke's chariot ended up looking the most interesting. It was midnight blue and had a large golden star on the front. The chariot looked like it was made from the night sky, as the smaller stars that patterned the chariot actually twinkled and occasionally one could see a shooting star fly across the flank. Another thing was that it had no wheels, and the horses pulling them looked extremely intimidating. They had a skeletal body, face with reptilian features, and wide, leathery wings that resemble a bat's. But the thing was, not everybody could see them.

'What's pulling your chariot?' Percy asked, furrowing his brows.

'You can't see them?' Annabeth asked, looking pale due to their somewhat grim, gaunt and ghostly appearance.

Many of the other campers were confused as well, most of the campers seemed to see nothing, but a few claimed that something was indeed there, including Clarisse.

'They're called Thestrals, and they can only be seen by those who had seen death.' Vitani answered, making everyone pale. Luke nodded and stroked one of the Thestral's snouts.

Apollo's chariot was trim and graceful and completely gold, pulled by two beautiful palominos. Their fighter was armed with a bow, though he had promised not to shoot regular pointed arrows at the opposing drivers.

Hermes's chariot was green and kind of old-looking, as if it hadn't been out of the garage in years. It didn't look like anything special, but it was manned by the Stoll brothers, both who had mischievous grins etched on their faces.

'Charioteers!' Tantalus announced. 'To your mark!'

When all the chariots were in place, Luke frowned at the birds.

'How did they get past your barrier?' Luke asked.

'They must've already been inside the barrier, because nothing came through it, otherwise I would've known!' Vitani said, frowning as well.

'Well, the Stymphalian birds won't bother us unless they're provoked, so we should be fine.' Luke said.

'How is your chariot supposed to move, it doesn't have wheels.' Beckendorf asked, confused.

'Like this.' Vitani smirked and snapped her fingers.

Everyone gaped when her chariot suddenly had levitated a foot off the ground with a white cloud rolling underneath it.

'I should've known...' Annabeth said dryly while Luke and Vitani had identical grins.

As the chariots lined up, more shiny-eyed pigeons gathered in the woods. They were screeching so loudly the campers in the stands were starting to take notice, glancing nervously at the trees, which shivered under the weight of the birds. Many whispered on how the birds could've gotten past the new barrier, but a few of the Athena cabin concluded that they must've already been inside the camp when the barrier was erected, as a few campers had tested the barrier every day just in case, but the barrier held true. Tantalus didn't look concerned, but he did have to speak up to be heard over the noise.

'Charioteers!' he shouted. 'Attend your mark!'

He waved his hand and the starting signal dropped. The chariots roared to life. Hooves thundered against the dirt, and the crowd cheered.

Almost immediately there was a loud nasty crack! The Apollo chariot flipped over. The Hermes chariot had rammed into it—maybe by mistake, maybe not.

The riders were thrown free, but their panicked horses dragged the golden chariot diagonally across the track. The Hermes team, Travis and Connor Stoll, were laughing at their good luck, but not for long. The Apollo horses crashed into theirs, and the Hermes chariot flipped too, leaving a pile of broken wood and four rearing horses in the dust.

Two chariots down in the first twenty feet.

Luke's and Vitani's chariot was gliding smoothly along the track, not a single bump. Vitani decided to drive, much to the relief of the others since they shivered on what spells she could've used to win, so that left Luke with the fighting. He was wielding a blunted javelin, and was scarily good with it.

Thanks to Vitani's expert control on the Thestrals and the versatility of the mobility of their chariot, along with Luke's incredible skills with a javelin, they weaved through the other chariots with ease and quickly pulled into the lead with Annabeth's chariot right behind them.

'Athena always has a plan!' Annabeth smirked, her javelin man then took out a hooked spear and tried to grapple their chariot.

Luke just smirked smugly in return and parried off the hooked spear before he took a black rock from a small compartment.

'Vitani, code black!' Luke called out, pulling on a pair of goggles.

'Right!' Vitani smirked, putting on a pair of goggles as well.

Luke then threw the black rock on the track, and instantly a thick black smoke covered the track. No light seemed to be able to penetrate it.

Percy's and Annabeth's chariots steered out of control and their horses panicked from the lack of sight and the total darkness.

'Damn it!' Annabeth cursed, trying to get her horses back under her control.

Luke and Vitani grinned as they were halfway through their last lap.

Then they heard the screaming.

The pigeons were swarming—thousands of them dive-bombing the spectators in the stands, attacking the other chariots. Beckendorf was mobbed. His fighter tried to bat the birds away but he couldn't see anything. The chariot veered off course and ploughed through the strawberry fields, the mechanical horses steaming.

In the Ares chariot, Clarisse barked an order to her fighter, who quickly threw a screen of camouflage netting over their basket. The birds swarmed around it, pecking and clawing at the fighter's hands as he tried to hold up the net, but Clarisse just gritted her teeth and kept driving. Her skeletal horses seemed immune to the distraction. The pigeons pecked uselessly at their empty eye sockets and flew through their rib cages, but the stallions kept right on running.

The spectators weren't so lucky. The birds were slashing at any bit of exposed flesh, driving everyone into a panic. Now that the birds were closer, it was clear they weren't normal pigeons. Their eyes were beady and evil-looking. Their beaks were made of bronze, and judging from the yelps of the campers, they must've been razor sharp.

'Damn!' Vitani cursed. 'Luke, switch with me!'

'Got it!' Luke said, taking the reigns as Vitani pulled out her star wand.

'Shield, protect the campers in the stands!' Vitani commanded, and a clear orange dome appeared over the campers in the stands, making them sigh in relief as the birds tried to get through but didn't even put a scratch on the barrier. 'Arrow, shoot the birds!'

A smallish pink girl appeared, wearing a bluish-purple outfit consisting of shorts, top with long back tails, long gloves, and long boots topped with balls on the foot, with a pudding basin haircut, a red circular gem on her hair, and two long pigtails held by balls. She then held up her small bow and shot out a continuous stream of magical arrows that hit their mark perfectly.

'Vitani!' Luke called out, jerking his head before them.

Another swarm of the birds were flying towards them.

'Immobulus!' The birds then froze in mid air, letting Luke drive the chariot by them without trouble.

Just as they crossed the finish line with Clarisse right behind them, they heard music of guys moaning in Italian.

'Now!' Annabeth called out. 'Archers!'

In moments with the help of Vitani's Arrow spirit and the Apollo cabin, all the birds laid dead and littered the ground.

The camp was saved, but the wreckage wasn't pretty. Most of the chariots had been completely destroyed. The only one that remained unscathed was Luke's and Vitani's chariot.

Almost everyone was wounded, bleeding from multiple bird pecks. The kids from Aphrodite's cabin were screaming because their hairdos had been ruined and their clothes pooped on.

'Bravo!' Tantalus said. 'We have our first winner! The winners of this face is Clarisse!' He walked to the finish line and awarded the golden laurels to a stunned looking Clarisse.

Vitani and Luke scowled, but softened when Clarisse tried to protest. They then shrugged to each other. They won and most, if not all, the campers knew it, even if Tantalus didn't want to acknowledge this fact. He held a grudge for what Vitani had done to him, glaring at her when the curse wore off.

'But I didn't-' Clarisse protested but was cut off by Tantalus.

'No need to be modest, dear girl!' Tantalus said, holding his hand up before shoot a malicious smirk to Vitani, Annabeth and Percy. Luke and Vitani clenched their fists.

'And now to punish the troublemakers who disrupted this race.'

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'This is unnecessary.' Vitani said, speaking up.

'What?' Tantalus shouted, but he took a few steps back when Vitani narrowed hers eyes at him.

'They helped save the camp. They used music to scare the Pigeons away, just like Hercules did with his brass bells.' Luke explained. 'So you can't punish heroes.'

Most of the campers agreed with him.

Tantalus gritted his teeth.

Annabeth smiled. 'Thank you,' she mouthed silently, Luke and Vitani gave her and Percy a thumbs up in return.

Then all those who were injured were sent to the infirmary. Vitani helped the Apollo cabin with the healing by providing large jars of a wound cleaning potion and Dittany while healing the large gashes herself.

'The Golden Fleece,' Percy said just after dinner when everyone was roasting marshmallows. 'We know where it is.'

The flames burned orange. Before Tantalus could stop him, Percy blurted out his dream about Grover and Polyphemus' island. Annabeth stepped in and reminded everybody what the Fleece could do. It sounded more convincing coming from her.

'The Fleece can save the camp.' She concluded. 'I'm certain of it.'

'Nonsense.' said Tantalus. 'We don't need saving. Besides, witch girl already has a barrier around the camp if you've forgotten!'

'But that's only a temporary fix!' Vitani protested. 'I told you that curing Thalia's tree would be the best solution! Look around you, the camp is still dying!'

Everybody stared at him until Tantalus started looking uncomfortable.

'Besides,' He added quickly, ignoring Vitani's outburst, making the girl finger her wand and bristle in anger. 'the Sea of Monsters? That's hardly an exact location. You wouldn't even know where to look.'

'Yes, I would.' Percy said.

Annabeth leaned toward him and whispered, 'You would?'

Percy nodded, because Annabeth had jogged something in his memory when she reminded him about our taxi drive with the Gray Sisters. At the time, the information they'd given him made no sense. But now...

'30, 31, 75, 12.' Percy said.

Vitani and Luke brightened at the numbers.

'Ooo-kay,' Tantalus said, rolling his eyes. 'Thank you for sharing those meaningless numbers.'

'They're sailing coordinates.' Percy explained. 'Latitude and longitude. I, uh, learned about it in social studies.'

Annabeth looked impressed. '30 degrees, 31 minutes north, 75 degrees, 12 minutes west. He's right! The Gray Sisters gave us those coordinates. That'd be somewhere in the Atlantic, off the coast of Florida. The Sea of Monsters. We need a quest!'

'Wait just a minute!' Tantalus said, protesting.

But the campers took up the chant. 'We need a quest! We need a quest!'

The flames rose higher.

'It isn't necessary!' Tantalus insisted.

'WE NEED A QUEST! WE NEED A QUEST!'

'Fine!' Tantalus shouted, his eyes blazing with anger. 'You brats want me to assign a quest?'

'YES!'

'Very well,' he agreed. 'I shall authorize a champion to undertake this perilous journey, to retrieve the Golden Fleece and bring it back to camp. Or die trying. I will allow our champion to consult the Oracle!' Tantalus announced. 'And choose two companions for the journey. And I think the choice of champion is obvious.'

Tantalus looked at Annabeth and Percy as if he wanted to flay them alive.

'The champion should be one who has earned the camp's respect, who has proven resourceful in the chariot races and courageous in the defense of the camp!'

Everyone looked at Vitani and Luke, knowing that they were the ones who truly won the chariot race and that Vitani made the barriers that protected the camp, but Tantalus' champion choice surprised nearly everyone.

'You shall lead this quest ... Clarisse!'

The fire flickered a thousand different colours. The Ares cabin started stomping and cheering, 'CLARISSE! CLARISSE!'

Clarisse stood up, looking stunned. Then she swallowed, and her chest swelled with pride. 'I accept the quest!'

'Wait!' Percy shouted. 'Grover is my friend. The dream came to me.'

'Sit down!' Yelled one of the Ares campers. 'You had your chance last summer!'

'Yeah, he just wants to be in the spotlight again!' Another said.

Clarisse glared at Percy.

'I accept the quest!' she repeated. 'I, Clarisse, daughter of Ares, will save the camp!'

The Ares campers cheered even louder. Annabeth protested, and the other Athena campers joined in.

'But Luke and Vitani are the strongest in the camp! They should go!' Connor Stoll shouted, the rest of the Hermes cabin agreed with him and started yelling in protest.

Soon everybody else started taking sides—shouting and arguing and throwing marshmallows. It was going to turn into a full-fledged s'more war until Tantalus shouted, 'Silence, you brats!'

His tone surprise many of the campers, even Percy and Vitani.

'Sit down!' he ordered. 'And I will tell you a ghost story.'

They didn't know what he was up to, but they all moved reluctantly back to their seats. The evil aura radiating from Tantalus was as strong.

'Once upon a time there was a mortal king who was loved by the Gods!' Tantalus put his hand on his chest, and everyone got the feeling he was talking about himself.

'This king,' he said, 'was even allowed to feast on Mount Olympus. But when he tried to take some ambrosia and nectar back to earth to figure out the recipe—just one little doggie bag, mind you—the gods punished him.

They banned him from their halls forever! His own people mocked him! His children scolded him! And, oh yes, campers, he had horrible children. Children—just—like— you.'

He pointed a crooked finger at several people in the audience, especially at Percy and Vitani.

'Do you know what he did to his ungrateful children?' Tantalus asked softly. 'Do you know how he paid back the gods for their cruel punishment? He invited the Olympians to a feast at his palace, just to show there were no hard feelings. No one noticed that his children were missing. And when he served the gods dinner, my dear campers, can you guess what was in the stew?'

No one dared answer. The firelight glowed dark blue, reflecting evilly on Tantalus's crooked face.

'Oh, the gods punished him in the afterlife,' Tantalus croaked. 'They did indeed. But he'd had his moment of satisfaction, hadn't he? His children never again spoke back to him or questioned his authority. And do you know what? Rumour has it that the king's spirit now dwells at this very camp, waiting for a chance to take revenge on ungrateful, rebellious children. And so ... are there any more complaints, before we send Clarisse off on her quest?'

Silence. Though Vitani gave the man a thoroughly disgusted look.

Tantalus nodded at Clarisse. 'The Oracle, my dear. Go on.'

She shifted uncomfortably, like even she didn't want glory at the price of being Tantalus's pet. 'Sir—'

'Go!' he snarled.

She bowed awkwardly and hurried off toward the Big House.

'What about you, Percy Jackson?' Tantalus asked.

Percy didn't say anything. He wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of punishing him.

'Good,' Tantalus said. 'And let me remind everyone— no one leaves this camp without my permission. Anyone who tries ... well, if they survive the attempt, they will be expelled forever, but it won't come to that. The harpies will be enforcing curfew from now on, and they are always hungry! Good night, my dear campers. Sleep well.'

With a wave of Tantalus's hand, the fire was extinguished, and the campers trailed off toward their cabins in the dark.