All across the valley, campers screamed and ran for their weapons. Nico and Will were floundering in the lake, apparently having been capsized in the middle of a canoe ride. Chiron galloped through the dunes, harrying the Colossus with his arrows. Even by my standards, Chiron was a very fine archer. He targeted the statue’s joints and seams, yet his shots did not seem to bother the automaton at all. Already dozens of missiles stuck from the Colossus’s armpits and neck like unruly hair.
Our hearts pounded like a stampede,Our hot blood rushed at super speed,
We’re lost. Found. Utterly beguiled.Tobias’s hold on me tightened as we lay in bed together, warm skin against warm skin. Did you just think that up?Yes, I whispered, rubbing my cheek against his chest. After what we just did I’m not going to get embarrassed over you hearing a few rough verses.
He laughed gently. I guess not. I felt his fingers run through my hair. Always a poet, huh?I’ve had more to write about since you came into the picture. Love poems for miles. I snorted. Some are terrible.
As bad as ‘Roses are red, Violets are blue, thanks for having sex with me, I love you, too’?
I burst into laughter, quickly muffling my giggles against his chest, because we’d heard my parents arrive home about ten minutes earlier. Thankfully, they’d gone straight upstairs to bed so they had no idea Tobias was in my room, or that I’d just lost my virginity to him.How did storytellers get the idea that I vanquished Python so quickly?
All right…possibly it’s because I told them so. Still, the truth was rather different. For centuries after our battle, I had bad dreams about my old foe.Now I was almost grateful for my imperfect memory. I could not recollect all of the nightmarish details of my fight with Python, but I did know he had been no pushover. I had needed all my godly strength, my divine powers, and the world’s most deadly bow.
What chance would I have as a sixteen-year-old mortal with acne, hand-me-down clothes, and the nom de guerre Lester Papadopoulos? I was not going to charge off to Greece and get myself killed, thank you very much, especially not without my sun chariot or the ability to teleport. I’m sorry; gods do not fly commercial.I tried to figure out how to explain this to Chiron in a calm, diplomatic way that did not involve stomping my feet or screaming. I was saved from the effort by the sound of a conch horn in the distance.