The Forbidden Daughter | PJO Book One

nine

ANNABETH TAKES A HIT

Fortunately, Blackjack was on duty.

Percy did his best taxicab whistle, and within a few minutes two dark shapes circled out of the sky.

They looked like hawks at first, but as they descended Ariana could make out the long galloping legs of pegasi.

Yo, boss. Blackjack landed at a trot, his friend Porkpie right behind him. Man, I thought those wind gods were gonna knock us to Pennsylvania until we said we were with you!

"Thanks for coming," Percy told him. "Hey, why do pegasi gallop as they fly, anyway?"

Blackjack whinnied. Why do humans swing their arms as they walk? I dunno, boss. It just feels right. Where to?

"We need to get to the Williamsburg Bridge."Ariana said.

Blackjack lowered his neck. You're darn right, boss. We flew over it on the way here, and it don't look good. Hop on!

On the way to the bridge, a knot formed in the pit of her stomach.

They saw the battle before they were close enough to make out individual fighters. It was well after midnight now, but the bridge blazed with light.

Cars were burning. Ares of fire streamed in both directions as flaming arrows and spears sailed through the air.

They came in for a low pass, and Ariana saw the Apollo campers retreating.

They would hide behind cars and snipe at the approaching army, setting off explosive arrows and dropping caltrops in the road, building fiery barricades wherever they could, dragging sleeping drivers out of their cars to get them out of harm's way.

But the enemy kept advancing. An entire phalanx of dracaenae marched in the lead, their shields locked together, spear tips bristling over the top.

An occasional arrow would connect with their snaky trunks, or a neck, or a chink in their armor, and the unlucky snake woman would disintegrate, but most of the Apollo arrows glanced harmlessly off their shield wall.

About a hundred more monsters marched behind them. Hellhounds leaped ahead of the line from time to time.

Most were destroyed with arrows, but one got hold of an Apollo camper and dragged him away. Ariana didn't see what happened to him next. She didn't want to.

"There!" Annabeth called from the back of her pegasus.

Sure enough, in the middle of the invading legion was Old Beefhead himself.

He was prepared for battle. From the waist down, he wore standard Greek battle gear a kiltlike apron of leather and metal flaps, bronze greaves covering his legs, and tightly wrapped leather sandals.

His top was all bull hair and hide and muscle leading to a head so large he should've toppled over just from the weight of his horns.

He seemed ten feet tall at least. A double-bladed axe was strapped to his back, but he was too impatient to use it.

As soon as he saw them circling overhead (or sniffed them, more likely, since his eyesight was bad), he bellowed and picked up a white limousine.

"Blackjack, dive!" Percy yelled.

What? The pegasus asked. No way could he . .. Holy horse feed!

They were at least a hundred feet up, but the limo came sailing toward them, flipping fender over fender like a two-ton boomerang.