Chapter 2
THE VICE PRINCIPAL GETS A MISSILE LAUNCHER
I didn't know what kind of monster Dr. Thorn was, but he was fast.
Maybe I could defend myself if I could get my shield activated. All that it would take was a touch of my
wrist-watch. But defending the di Angelo kids was another matter. I needed help, and there was only one
way I could think to get it.
I closed my eyes.
"What are you doing, Jackson?" hissed Dr. Thorn. "Keep moving!"
I opened my eyes and kept shuffling forward. "It's my shoulder," I lied, trying to sound miserable, which
wasn't hard. "It burns."
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"Bah! My poison causes pain. It will not kill you. Walk!"
Thorn herded us outside, and I tried to concentrate. I pictured Grover's face. I focused on my feelings of
fear and danger. Last summer, Grover had created an empathy link between us. He'd sent me visions in
my dreams to let me know when he was in trouble. As far as I knew, we were still linked, but I'd never
tried to contact Grover before. I didn't even know if it would work while Grover was awake.
Hey, Grover! I thought.Thorn's kidnapping us! He's a poisonous spike-throwing maniac! Help !
Thorn inarched us into the woods.We took a snowy path dimly lit by old-fashioned lamplights. My
shoulder ached. The wind blowing through my ripped clothes was so cold that I felt like a Percysicle.
"There is a clearing ahead," Thorn said. "We will summon your ride."
"What ride?" Bianca demanded. "Where are you taking us?"
"Silence, you insufferable girl!"
"Don't talk to my sister that way.'" Nico said. His voice quivered, but I was impressed that he had the
guts to say anything at all.
Dr. Thorn made a growling sound that definitely wasn't human. It made the hairs stand up on the back of
my neck, but I forced myself to keep walking and pretend I was being a good little captive. Meanwhile, I
projected my thoughts like crazy—anything to get Grover's attention: Grover! Apples! Tin cans! Get
your furry goat behind out here and bring some heavily armed friends !
"Halt," Thorn said.
The woods had opened up. We'd reached a cliff overlooking the sea. At least, Isensed the sea was
down there, hundreds of feet below. I could hear the waves churning and I could smell the cold salty
froth. But all I could see was mist and darkness.
Dr. Thorn pushed us toward the edge. I stumbled, and Bianca caught me.
"Thanks," I murmured.
"What is he?" she whispered. "How do we fight him?"
"I… I'm working on it."
"I'm scared," Nico mumbled. He was fiddling with something—a little metal toy soldier of some kind.
"Stop talking!" Dr. Thorn said. "Face me!"
We turned.
Thorn's two-tone eyes glittered hungrily. He pulled something from under his coat. At first I thought it
was a switchblade, but it was only a phone. He pressed the side button and said, "The package—it is
ready to deliver."
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There was a garbled reply, and I realized Thorn was in walkie-talkie mode. This seemed way too
modern and creepy—a monster using a mobile phone.
I glanced behind me, wondering how far the drop was.
Dr. Thorn laughed. "By all means, Son of Poseidon.Jump!There is the sea. Save yourself."
"What did he call you?" Bianca muttered.
"I'll explain later," I said.
"You do have a plan, right?"
Grover! I thought desperately. Come to me !
Maybe I could get both the di Angelos to jump with me into the ocean. If we survived the fall, I could
use the water to protect us. I'd done things like that before. If my dad was in a good mood, and listening,
he might help.Maybe.
"I would kill you before you ever reached the water," Dr. Thorn said, as if reading my thoughts. "You do
not realize who I am, do you?"
A flicker of movement behind him, and another missile whistled so close to me that it nicked my ear.
Something had sprung up behind Dr. Thorn—like a catapult, but more flexible… almost like a tail.
"Unfortunately," Thorn said, "you are wanted alive, if possible. Otherwise you would already be dead."
"Who wants us?" Bianca demanded. "Because if you think you'll get a ransom, you're wrong. We don't
have any family. Nico and I…" Her voice broke a little. "We've got no one but each other."
"Aww," Dr. Thorn said. "Do not worry, little brats. You will be meeting my employer soon enough. Then
you will have a brand-new family."
"Luke," I said. "You work for Luke."
Dr. Thorn's mouth twisted with distaste when I said the name of my old enemy—a former friend who'd
tried to kill me several times. "You have no idea what is happening, Perseus Jackson. I will let the
General enlighten you. You are going to do him a great service tonight. He is looking forward to meeting
you."
"The General?" I asked. Then I realized I'd said it with a French accent. "I mean… who's the General?"
Thorn looked toward the horizon. "Ah, here we are. Your transportation."
I turned and saw a light in the distance, a searchlight over the sea. Then I heard the chopping of
helicopter blades getting louder and closer.
"Where are you taking us?" Nico said.
"You should be honored, my boy. You will have the opportunity to join a great army! Just like that silly
game you play with cards and dolls."
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"They're not dolls! They're figurines! And you can take your great army and—"
"Now, now," Dr. Thorn warned. "You will change your mind about joining us, my boy. And if you do
not, well… there are other uses for half-bloods. We have many monstrous mouths to feed. The Great
Stirring is underway."
"The Great what?"I asked.Anything to keep him talking while I tried to figure out a plan.
"The stirring of monsters." Dr. Thorn smiled evilly. "The worst of them, the most powerful, are now
waking. Monsters that have not been seen in thousands of years. They will cause death and destruction
the likes of which mortals have never known. And soon we shall have the most important monster of
all—the one that shall bring about the downfall of Olympus!"
"Okay," Bianca whispered to me. "He's completely nuts."
"We have to jump off the cliff," I told her quietly. "Into the sea."
"Oh, super idea. You're completely nuts, too."
I never got the chance to argue with her, because just then an invisible force slammed into me.
Looking back on it, Annabeth's move was brilliant. Wearing her cap of invisibility, she plowed into the di
Angelos and me, knocking us to the ground. For a split second, Dr. Thorn was taken by surprise, so his
first volley of missiles zipped harmlessly over our heads. This gave Thalia and Grover a chance to
advance from behind—Thalia wielding her magic shield, Aegis.
If you've never seen Thalia run into battle, you have never been truly frightened. She uses a huge spear
that expands from this collapsible Mace canister she carries in her pocket, but that's not the scary part.
Her shield is modeled after one her dad Zeus uses—also called Aegis—a gift from Athena. The shield
has the head of the gorgon Medusa molded into the bronze, and even though it won't turn you to stone,
it's sohorrible, most people will panic and run at the sight of it.
Even Dr. Thorn winced and growled when he saw it.
Thalia moved in with her spear."For Zeus!"
I thought Dr. Thorn was a goner. Thalia jabbed at his head, but he snarled and swatted the spear aside.
His hand changed into an orange paw, with enormous claws that sparked against Thalia's shield as he
slashed. If it hadn't been for Aegis, Thalia would've been sliced like a loaf of bread. As it was, she
managed to roll backward and land on her feet.
The sound of the helicopter was getting louder behind me, but I didn't dare look.
Dr. Thorn launched another volley of missiles at Thalia, and this time I could see how he did it. He had a
tail—a leathery, scorpionlike tail that bristled with spikes at the tip. The missiles deflected off Aegis, but
the force of their impact knocked Thalia down.
Grover sprang forward. He put his reed pipes to his lips and began to play—a frantic jig that sounded
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like something pirates would dance to. Grass broke through the snow. Within seconds, rope-thick weeds
were wrapping around Dr. Thorn's legs, entangling him.
Dr. Thorn roared and began to change. He grew larger until he was in his true form—his face still
human, but his body that of a huge lion. His leathery, spiky tail whipped deadly thorns in all directions.
"A manticore!" Annabeth said, now visible. Her magical New York Yankees cap had come off when
she'd plowed into us.
"Who are you people?" Bianca di Angelo demanded. "And what is that ?"
"A manticore?" Nico gasped. "He's got three thousand attack power and plus five to saving throws!"
I didn't know what he was talking about, but I didn't have time to worry about it. The manticore clawed
Grover's magic weeds to shreds then turned toward us with a snarl.
"Get down!" Annabeth pushed the di Angelos flat into the snow. At the last second, I remembered my
own shield. I hit my wristwatch, and metal plating spiraled out into a thick bronze shield. Not a moment
too soon. The thorns impacted against it with such force they dented the metal. The beautiful shield, a gift
from my brother, was badly damaged. I wasn't sure it would even stop a second volley.
I heard a thwack and a yelp, and Grover landed next to me with a thud.
"Yield!" the monster roared.
"Never!" Thalia yelled from across the field. She charged the monster, and for a second, I thought she
would run him through. But then there was a thunderous noise and a blaze of light from behind us. The
helicopter appeared out of the mist, hovering just beyond the cliffs. It was a sleek black military-style
gunship, with attachments on the sides that looked like laser-guided rockets. The helicopter had to be
manned by mortals, but what was it doing here? How could mortals be working with a monster? The
searchlights blinded Thalia, and the manticore swatted her away with its tail. Her shield flew off into the
snow. Her spear flew in the other direction.
"No!" I ran out to help her. I parried away a spike just before it would've hit her chest. I raised my shield
over us, but I knew it wouldn't be enough.
Dr. Thorn laughed. "Now do you see how hopeless it is? Yield, little heroes."
We were trapped between a monster and a fully armed helicopter. We had no chance.
Then I heard a clear, piercing sound: the call of a hunting horn blowing in the woods.
The manticore froze. For a moment, no one moved. There was only the swirl of snow and wind and the
chopping of the helicopter blades.
"No," Dr. Thorn said. "It cannot be—"
His sentence was cut short when something shot past me like a streak of moonlight. A glowing silver
arrow sprouted from Dr. Thorn's shoulder.
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He staggered backward, wailing in agony.
"Curse you!" Thorn cried. He unleashed his spikes, dozens of them at once, into the woods where the
arrow had come from, but just as fast, silvery arrows shot back in reply. It almost looked like the arrows
had intercepted the thorns in midair and sliced them in two, but my eyes must've been playing tricks on
me. No one, not even Apollo's kids at camp, could shoot with that much accuracy.
The manticore pulled the arrow out of his shoulder with a howl of pain. His breathing was heavy. I tried
to swipe at him with my sword, but he wasn't as injured as he looked. He dodged my attack and
slammed his tail into my shield, knocking me aside.
Then the archers came from the woods. They were girls, about a dozen of them. The youngest was
maybe ten. The oldest, about fourteen, like me. They wore silvery ski parkas and jeans, and they were all
armed with bows. They advanced on the manticore with determined expressions.
"The Hunters!" Annabeth cried.
Next to me, Thalia muttered, "Oh, wonderful."
I didn't have a chance to ask what she meant.
One of the older archers stepped forward with her bow drawn. She was tall and graceful with coppery
colored skin. Unlike the other girls, she had a silver circlet braided into the top of her long dark hair, so
she looked like some kind of Persian princess. "Permission to kill, my lady?"
I couldn't tell who she was talking to, because she kept her eyes on the manticore.
The monster wailed. "This is not fair! Direct interference! It is against the Ancient Laws."
"Not so," another girl said. This one was a little younger than me, maybe twelve or thirteen. She had
auburn hair gathered back in a ponytail and strange eyes, silvery yellow like the moon. Her face was so
beautiful it made me catch my breath, but her expression was stern and dangerous. "The hunting of all
wild beasts is within my sphere. And you, foul creature, are a wild beast." She looked at the older girl
with the circlet. "Zoe, permission granted."
The manticore growled. "If I cannot have these alive, I shall have them dead!"
He lunged at Thalia and me, knowing we were weak and dazed.
"No.'" Annabeth yelled, and she charged at the monster.
"Get back, half-blood!" the girl with the circlet said. "Get out of the line of fire!"
But Annabeth leaped onto the monster's back and drove her knife into his mane. The manticore howled,
turning in circles with his tail flailing as Annabeth hung on for dear life.
"Fire!" Zoe ordered.
"No!" I screamed.
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But the Hunters let their arrows fly. The first caught the manticore in the neck. Another hit his chest. The
manticore staggered backward, wailing, "This is not the end, Huntress! You shall pay!"
And before anyone could react, the monster, with Annabeth still on his back, leaped over the cliff and
tumbled into the darkness.
"Annabeth!" I yelled.
I started to run after her, but our enemies weren't done with us. There was a snap-snap-snap from the
helicopter—the sound of gunfire.
Most of the Hunters scattered as tiny holes appeared in the snow at their feet, but the girl with auburn
hair just looked up calmly at the helicopter.
"Mortals," she announced, "are not allowed to witness my hunt."
She thrust out her hand, and thehelicopter exploded into dust—no, not dust . The black metal dissolved
into a flock of birds—ravens, which scattered into the night.
The Hunters advanced on us.
The one called Zoe stopped short when she saw Thalia. "You," she said with distaste.
"Zoe Nightshade." Thalia's voice trembled with anger. "Perfect timing, as usual."
Zoe scanned the rest of us. "Four half-bloods and a satyr, my lady."
"Yes," the younger girl said. "Some of Chiron's campers, I see."
"Annabeth!" I yelled. "You have to let us save her!"
The auburn-haired girl turned toward me. "I'm sorry, Percy Jackson, but your friend is beyond help."
I tried to struggle to my feet, but a couple of the girls held me down.
"You are in no condition to be hurling yourself off cliffs," the auburn-haired girl said.
"Let me go!" I demanded. "Who do you think you are?"
Zoe stepped forward as if to smack me.
"No," the other girl ordered. "I sense no disrespect, Zoe. He is simply distraught. He does not
understand."
The young girl looked at me, her eyes colder and brighter than the winter moon. "I am Artemis," she
said. "Goddess of the Hunt."
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