Crimson Rivers [1] - Percy jackson

Chapter 5:Tyson Plays with Fire

Mythologically speaking, if there’s anything I hate worse than trios of old ladies, it’s bulls. Last summer, Percy fought the Minotaur on top of Half-Blood Hill. This time what I saw up there was even worse: two bulls. And not just regular bulls – bronze ones the size of elephants. And even that wasn’t bad enough. Naturally they had to breathe fire, too. As soon as we exited the taxi, the Grey Sisters peeled out, heading back to New York, where life was safer. They didn’t even wait for their extra three-drachma payment. They just left us on the side of the road, Annabeth with nothing but her backpack and knife, Tyson, Percy and me still in our burned-up tie-dyed
gym clothes.

‘Oh, man,’said Annabeth, looking at the battle raging on the hill. What worried me most weren’t the bulls themselves. Or the ten heroes in full battle armour who were getting their bronze-plated booties whooped. What worried me was that the bulls were ranging all over the hill, even around the back side of the pine tree. That shouldn’t have been possible. The camp’s magic boundaries didn’t allow monsters to cross past Thalia’s tree. But the metal bulls
were doing it anyway. One of the heroes shouted, ‘Border patrol, to me!’ A girl’s voice – gruff and familiar.

Border patrol? I thought. The camp didn’t have a border patrol.

‘It’s Clarisse,’ Annabeth said. ‘Come on, we have to help her.’

Normally, rushing to Clarisse’s aid would not have been high on my ‘to do’ list. She was one of the biggest bullies at camp. The first time we’d met she tried to introduce my head to a toilet. She was also a daughter of Ares, and I’d had a
very serious disagreement with her father last summer, so now the god of war and all his children basically hated my guts. Still, she was in trouble. Her fellow warriors were scattering, running in panic as the bulls charged. The grass was burning in huge swathes around the pine tree. One hero screamed and waved his arms as he ran in circles, the horsehair plume on his helmet blazing like a fiery Mohawk. Clarisse’s own armour was charred. She was fighting with a broken spear shaft, the other end embedded uselessly in the metal joint of one bull’s shoulder.

I grabbed my sword held the silver sword Regulus in my hands. ‘Tyson, stay here. I don’t want you taking any more chances.’

‘No!’ Annabeth said. ‘We need him.’

Percy stared at her. ‘He’s mortal. He got lucky with the dodgeballs but he can’t –’

‘Percy, do you know what those are up there? The Colchis bulls, made by
Hephaestus himself. We can’t fight them without Medea’s Sunscreen SPF 50,000. We’ll get burned to a crisp.’

‘Medea’s what?’

Annabeth rummaged through her backpack and cursed. ‘I had a jar of tropical coconut scent sitting on my nightstand at home. Why didn’t I bring it?’

I’d learned a long time ago not to question Annabeth too much. It just made me more confused. ‘Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I’m not going to let Tyson get fried.’

‘Percy –’

‘Tyson, stay back.’ He raised his sword. ‘I’m going in.’

Tyson tried to protest, but Percy snd i already running up the hill towards Clarisse, who was yelling at her patrol, trying to get them into phalanx formation. It was a good idea. The few who were listening lined up shoulder to shoulder, locking their shields to form an ox-hide-and-bronze wall, their spears bristling over the top like porcupine quills.

Unfortunately, Clarisse could only muster six campers. The other four were still running around with their helmets on fire. Annabeth ran towards them,
trying to help. She taunted one of the bulls into chasing her, then turned
invisible, completely confusing the monster. The other bull charged Clarisse’s line.

I was halfway up the hill – not close enough to help. Clarisse hadn’t even seen me yet. The bull moved deadly fast for something so big. Its metal hide gleamed in the sun. It had fist-sized rubies for eyes and horns of polished silver. When it opened its hinged mouth, a column of white-hot flame blasted out.

‘Hold the line!’ Clarisse ordered her warriors.

Whatever else you could say about Clarisse, she was brave. She was a big girl with cruel eyes like her father’s. She looked like she was born to wear Greek
battle armour, but I didn’t see how even she could stand against that bull’s charge. Unfortunately, at that moment, the other bull lost interest in finding Annabeth.