GODS AND MONSTERS , pjo

06 , breaking rules (again!)

CHAPTER SIX:
BREAKING RULES (AGAIN!)

The way Tantalus saw it, the Stymphalian birds had simply been minding their own business in the woods and would not have attacked if Annabeth, Tyson, and Percy hadn't disturbed them with their bad chariot driving.

This was so completely unfair, I told Tantalus to go chase a doughnut, which didn't help his mood. Not to mention I also called him the wrong name. He sentenced us to kitchen patrol-scrubbing pots and platters all afternoon in the underground kitchen with the cleaning harpies.

I mean if I minded my business I would probably hanging out with Aella right now, but when have I ever minded my own business. (Hint: the answer is never)

The harpies washed with lava instead of water, to get that extra-clean sparkle and kill ninety-nine point nine percent of all germs, so Annabeth, Percy, and I had to wear asbestos gloves and aprons.

Tyson didn't mind. He plunged his bare hands right in and started scrubbing, but Annabeth, Percy, and I had to suffer through hours of hot, dangerous work, especially since there were tons of extra plates.

Tantalus had ordered a special luncheon banquet to celebrate Clarisse's chariot victory—a full-course meal featuring country-fried Stymphalian death-bird.

The only good thing about our punishment was that it gave Annabeth and Percy a common enemy and lots of time to talk. After listening to his dream about Grover again, she looked like she might be starting to believe him.

"If he's really found it," she murmured, "and if we could retrieve it-"

"Hold on," I said. "You act like this...whatever-it-is Grover found is the only thing in the world that could save the camp. What is it?"

"I'll give you a hint. What do you get when you skin a ram?"

"Messy?" Percy said while I said "sick"

She sighed. "A fleece. The coat of a ram is called a fleece. And if that ram happens to have golden wool—"

"The Golden Fleece. Are you serious?" Percy seemed surprised.

Annabeth scrapped a plateful of death-bird bones into the lava. "Percy, remember the Gray Sisters? They said they knew the location of the thing you seek. And they mentioned Jason. Three thousand years ago, they told him how to find the Golden Fleece. You do know the story of Jason and the Argonauts?"

"Yeah," percy said at the same time I said "no". Once again, history is not my thing.

"That old movie with the clay skeletons." Percy said looking away from me.

Annabeth rolled her eyes. "Oh my gods! You two are so hopeless."

"What?" Percy and I said, sounding extremely offended (cause I was).

"Just listen. The real story of the Fleece: there were these two children of Zeus, Cadmus and Europa, okay? They were about to get offered up as human sacrifices, when they prayed to Zeus to save them. So Zeus sent this magical flying ram with golden wool, which picked them up in Greece and carried them all the way to Colchis in Asia Minor. Well, actually it carried Cadmus. Europa fell off and died along the way, but that's not important."

"It was probably important to her." Percy and I said, once again, in sync.

We sent each other and annoyed look before looking back at Annabeth.

"The point is, when Cadmus got to Colchis, he sacrificed the golden ram to the gods and hung the Fleece in a tree in the middle of the kingdom. The Fleece brought prosperity to the land. Animals stopped getting sick. Plants grew better. Farmers had bumper crops. Plagues never visited. That's why Jason wanted the Fleece. It can revitalize any land where it's placed. It cures sickness. strengthens nature, cleans up pollution—"