Too late, she realized the conversation had become a minefield. Piper should’ve been thinking faster, but Hercules had unsettled her. “As pretty as you are, I’m guessing that’s your mom.” So which god put you up to this-Dad? Athena? Maybe Aphrodite?” He raised an eyebrow at Piper. Back when I was a demigod hero…ah, but never mind. “We’re off to Greece to stop them from awakening Gaea.” “So anyway,” Hercules said, “what’s your quest?”
That dark glint in his eyes reminded her of charcoal soaked in kerosene, ready to go up at a moment’s notice. “Hey, no problem.” Hercules sounded relaxed and easygoing, but he still made Piper nervous. After all those labors I had to complete for my evil cousin Eurystheus, well…I don’t want to be that guy, you know?” Usually I give demigods something simple like a shopping trip, singing a funny song, that sort of thing. Because of that, I have to give you a quest to complete. Not just any demigod can survive the Mare Nostrum. “Well, I have to give you the standard warning about how dangerous the ancient lands are.
Some people say the mountains are the pillars. Some people claim I created the whole Strait of Gibraltar by shoving mountains apart. He pointed at the pillars rising from the surf. I said, Great! Palace duty! Party all the time! What he didn’t mention is that I’d be guarding the doors to the ancient lands, stuck on this island for the rest of eternity. After I died, Dad made me the doorkeeper of Olympus. We’d like permission to pass into the Mediterranean.” “So, Lord Hercules,” she said, “we’re on a quest. Suddenly she wanted to get as far from this god as possible, but she tried to maintain a calm, polite expression. “As for you, my dear,” Hercules said, “be careful. There was a mixture of sadness and darkness in his eyes that seemed not quite sane, and definitely not safe. She felt like a thousand ants were crawling up her back. “At any rate,” Hercules said, “if you’re Jupiter’s son, you might understand. His robes shimmered, momentarily turning white, then back to purple. I didn’t really change that much, though lately just thinking about it gives me splitting headaches…” Then the Romans came along and named me Hercules. “Not much difference,” Hercules grumbled. I did a lot during my years as a hero…too much, really.” His eyes drifted to Jason.
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