The Son of Neptune

‘And a hot shower?’ Percy pleaded. ‘And a bed with, like, sheets and a pillow?’

Frank tried to imagine Grandmother’s face if he showed up with two heavily armed friends and a harpy. Everything had changed since his mother’s funeral, since the morning the wolves had taken him south. He’d been so angry about leaving. Now, he couldn’t imagine going back.

Still, he and his friends were exhausted. They’d been travelling for more than two days without decent food or sleep. Grandmother could give them supplies. And maybe she could answer some questions that were brewing in the back of Frank’s mind – a growing suspicion about his family gift.

‘It’s worth a try,’ Frank decided. ‘To Grandmother’s house we go.’

Frank was so distracted, he would have walked right into the ogres’ camp. Fortunately Percy pulled him back.

They crouched next to Hazel and Ella behind a fallen log and peered into the clearing.

‘Bad,’ Ella murmured. ‘This is bad for harpies.’

It was fully dark now. Around a blazing campfire sat half a dozen shaggy-haired humanoids. Standing up, they probably would’ve been eight feet tall – tiny compared to the giant Polybotes or even the Cyclopes they’d seen in California, but that didn’t make them any less scary. They wore only knee-length surfer shorts. Their skin was sunstroke red – covered with tattoos of dragons, hearts and bikini-clad women. Hanging from a spit over the fire was a skinned animal, maybe a boar, and the ogres were tearing off chunks of meat with their clawlike fingernails, laughing and talking as they ate, baring pointy teeth. Next to the ogres sat several mesh bags filled with bronze spheres like cannonballs. The spheres must have been hot, because they steamed in the cool evening air.

Two hundred yards beyond the clearing, the lights of the Zhang mansion glowed through the trees. So close, Frank thought. He wondered if they could sneak around the monsters, but when he looked left and right, he saw more campfires in either direction, as if the ogres had surrounded the property. Frank’s fingers dug into the tree bark. His grandmother might be alone inside the house, trapped.

‘What are these guys?’ he whispered.

‘Canadians,’ Percy said.

Frank leaned away from him. ‘Excuse me?’

‘Uh, no offence,’ Percy said. ‘That’s what Annabeth called them when I fought them before. She said they live in the north, in Canada.’

‘Yeah, well,’ Frank grumbled, ‘we’re in Canada. I’m Canadian. But I’ve never seen those things before.’

Ella plucked a feather from her wings and turned it in her fingers. ‘Laistrygonians,’ she said. ‘Cannibals. Northern giants. Sasquatch legend. Yep, yep. They’re not birds. Not birds of North America.’

‘That’s what they’re called,’ Percy agreed. ‘Laistry – uh, whatever Ella said.’

Frank scowled at the dudes in the clearing. ‘They could be mistaken for Bigfoot. Maybe that’s where the legend came from. Ella, you’re pretty smart.’

‘Ella is smart,’ she agreed. She shyly offered Frank her feather.

‘Oh … thanks.’ He stuck the feather in his pocket, then noticed Hazel was glaring at him. ‘What?’ he asked.

‘Nothing.’ She turned to Percy. ‘So your memory is coming back? Do you remember how you beat these guys?’

‘Sort of,’ Percy said. ‘It’s still fuzzy. I think I had help. We killed them with Celestial bronze, but that was before … you know.’

‘Before Death got kidnapped,’ Hazel said. ‘So now, they might not die at all.’

Percy nodded. ‘Those bronze cannonballs … those are bad news. I think we used some of them against the giants. They catch fire and blow up.’

Frank’s hand went to his coat pocket. Then he remembered Hazel had his piece of driftwood. ‘If we cause any explosions,’ he said, ‘the ogres at the other camps will come running. I think they’ve surrounded the house, which means there could be fifty or sixty of these guys in the woods.’

‘So it’s a trap.’ Hazel looked at Frank with concern. ‘What about your grandmother? We’ve got to help her.’

Frank felt a lump in his throat. Never in a million years had he thought his grandmother would need rescuing, but now he started running combat scenarios in his mind – the way he had back at camp during the war games.

‘We need a distraction,’ he decided. ‘If we can draw this group into the woods, we might sneak through without alerting the others.’

‘I wish Arion was here,’ Hazel said. ‘I could get the ogres to chase me.’

Frank slipped his spear off his back. ‘I’ve got another idea.’

Frank didn’t want to do this. The idea of summoning Grey scared him even more than Hazel’s horse. But he didn’t see another way.

‘Frank, you can’t charge out there!’ Hazel said. ‘That’s suicide!’

‘I’m not charging,’ Frank said. ‘I’ve got a friend. Just … nobody scream, okay?’

He jabbed the spear into the ground, and the point broke off.

‘Oops,’ Ella said. ‘No spear point. Nope, nope.’

The ground trembled. Grey’s skeletal hand broke the surface. Percy fumbled for his sword, and Hazel made a sound like a cat with a hairball. Ella disappeared and rematerialized at the top of the nearest tree.

‘It’s okay,’ Frank promised. ‘He’s under control!’

Grey crawled out of the ground. He showed no sign of damage from his previous encounter with the basilisks. He was good as a new in his camouflage and combat boots, translucent grey flesh covering his bones like glowing Jell-O. He turned his ghostly eyes towards Frank, waiting for orders.

‘Frank, that’s a spartus,’ Percy said. ‘A skeleton warrior. They’re evil. They’re killers. They’re -’

‘I know,’ Frank said bitterly. ‘But it’s a gift from Mars. Right now that’s all I’ve got. Okay, Grey. Your orders: attack that group of ogres. Lead them off to the west, causing a diversion so we can -’

Unfortunately, Grey lost interest after the word ‘ogres’. Maybe he only understood simple sentences. He charged towards the ogres’ campfire.

‘Wait!’ Frank said, but it was too late. Grey pulled two of his own ribs from his shirt and ran around the fire, stabbing the ogres in the back with such blinding speed they didn’t even have time to yell. Six extremely surprised- looking Laistrygonians fell sideways like a circle of dominoes and crumbled into dust.

Grey stomped around, kicking their ashes apart as they tried to re-form. When he seemed satisfied that they weren’t coming back, Grey stood at attention, saluted smartly in Frank’s direction, and sank into the forest floor.

Percy stared at Frank. ‘How -’

‘No Laistrygonians.’ Ella fluttered down and landed next to them. ‘Six minus six is zero. Spears are good for subtraction. Yep.’

Hazel looked at Frank as if he’d turned into a zombie skeleton himself. Frank thought his heart might shatter, but he couldn’t blame her. Children of Mars were all about violence. Mars’s symbol was a bloody spear for good reason. Why shouldn’t Hazel be appalled?

He glared down at broken tip of his spear. He wished he had any father but Mars. ‘Let’s go,’ he said. ‘My grandmother might be in trouble.’

XXXIV Frank

THEY STOPPED AT THE FRONT PORCH. As Frank had feared, a loose ring of campfires glowed in the woods, completely surrounding the property, but the house itself seemed untouched.

Grandmother’s wind chimes jangled in the night breeze. Her wicker chair sat empty, facing the road. Lights