Falling Roses || Apollo [1]

☆꧁Chapter 37꧂☆

APOLLO

Hey, look! It's Percy
Least he could do was help out
Taught him everything

I WAS TOO SURPRISED TO SPEAK. Otherwise I would have warned Percy what was about to
happen.
Hellhounds are not fond of heights. When startled, they respond in a predictable way. The moment
Percy's faithful pet landed on top of the moving Colossus, she yelped and proceeded to wee-wee on
said Colossus's head. The statue froze and looked up, no doubt wondering what was trickling down
his imperial sideburns.
Percy leaped heroically from his mount and slipped in hellhound pee. He nearly slid off the
statue's brow. "What the—Mrs. O'Leary, jeez!"
The hellhound bayed in apology. Austin flew our chariot to within shouting distance. "Percy!"
The son of Poseidon frowned across at us. "All right, who unleashed the giant bronze guy?
Apollo, did you do this?"
"I am offended!" I cried. "I am only indirectly responsible for this! Also, I have a plan to fix it."
"Oh, yeah?" Percy glanced back at the destroyed dining pavilion. "How's that going?"
With my usual levelheadedness, I stayed focused on the greater good. "If you could please just
keep this Colossus from stomping the camp's hearth, that would be helpful. I need a few more minutes
to enchant this arrow."
I held up the talking arrow by mistake, then held up the bent arrow.
Percy sighed. "Of course you do."
Mrs. O'Leary barked in alarm. The Colossus was raising his hand to swat the trespassing tinkler.
Percy grabbed one of the crown's sunray spikes. He sliced it off at the base, then jabbed it into the
Colossus's forehead. I doubted the Colossus could feel pain, but it staggered, apparently surprised to
suddenly have grown a unicorn horn.
Percy sliced off another one. "Hey, ugly!" he called down. "You don't need all these pointy things,
do you? I'm going to take one to the beach. Mrs. O'Leary, fetch!"
Percy tossed the spike like a javelin.
The hellhound barked excitedly. She leaped off the Colossus's head, vaporized into shadow, and
reappeared on the ground, bounding after her new bronze stick.
Percy raised his eyebrows at me. "Well? Start enchanting!"
He jumped from the statue's head to its shoulder. Then he leaped to the shaft of the rudder and slid
down it like a fire pole all the way to the ground. If I had been at my usual level of godly athletic skill,
I could've done something like that in my sleep, of course, but I had to admit Percy Jackson was
moderately impressive.
"Hey, Bronze Butt!" he yelled again. "Come get me!"
The Colossus obliged, slowly turning and following Percy toward the beach.
I began to chant, invoking my old powers as the god of plagues. This time, the words came to me.
I didn't know why. Perhaps Percy's arrival had given me new faith. Perhaps I simply didn't think
about it too much. I've found that thinking often interferes with doing. It's one of those lessons that
gods learn early in their careers.
I felt an itchy sensation of sickness curling from my fingers and into the projectile. I spoke of my
own awesomeness and the various horrible diseases I had visited upon wicked populations in the past,
because...well, I'm awesome. I could feel the magic taking hold, despite the Arrow of Dodona
whispering to me like an annoying Elizabethan stagehand, SAYEST THOU: "PLAGUEY, PLAGUEY,
PLAGUEY!"
Below, more demigods joined the parade to the beach. They ran ahead of the Colossus, jeering at
him, throwing things, and calling him Bronze Butt. They made jokes about his new horn. They
laughed at the hellhound pee trickling down his face. Normally I have zero tolerance for bullying,
especially when the victim looks like me, but since the Colossus was ten stories tall and destroying
their camp, I suppose the campers' rudeness was understandable.
I finished chanting. Odious green mist now wreathed the arrow. It smelled faintly of fast-food
deep fryers—a good sign that it carried some sort of horrible malady.
"I'm ready!" I told Austin. "Get me next to its ear!"
"You got it!" Austin turned to say something else, and a wisp of green fog passed under his nose.
His eyes watered. His nose swelled and began to run. He scrunched up his face and sneezed so hard he
collapsed. He lay on the floor of the chariot, groaning and twitching.
"My boy!" I wanted to grab his shoulders and check on him, but since I had an arrow in each hand,
that was inadvisable.
FIE! TOO STRONG IS THY PLAGUE. The Dodona arrow hummed with annoyance. THY
CHANTING SUCKETH.
"Oh, no, no, no," I said. "Kayla, be careful. Don't breathe—"
"ACHOO!" Kayla crumpled next to her brother.
"What have I done?" I wailed.
METHINKS THOU HAST BLOWN IT, said the Dodona arrow, my source of infinite wisdom.
MOREO'ER, HIE! TAKEST THOU THE REINS.
"Why?"
You would think a god who drove a chariot on a daily basis would not need to ask such a question.
In my defense, I was distraught about my children lying half-conscious at my feet. I didn't consider
that no one was driving. Without anyone at the reins, the pegasi panicked. To avoid running into the
huge bronze Colossus directly in their path, they dove toward the earth.
Somehow, I managed to react appropriately. (Three cheers for reacting appropriately!) I thrust
both arrows into my quiver, grabbed the reins, and managed to level our descent just enough to
prevent a crash landing. We bounced off a dune and swerved to a stop in front of Chiron and a group
of demigods. Our entrance might have looked dramatic if the centrifugal force hadn't thrown Kayla,
Austin, and me from the chariot.
Did I mention I was grateful for soft sand?
The pegasi took off, dragging the battered chariot into the sky and leaving us stranded.
Chiron galloped to our side, a cluster of demigods in his wake. Percy Jackson ran toward us from
the surf while Mrs. O'Leary kept the Colossus occupied with a game of keep-away. I doubt that would
hold the statue's interest very long, once he realized there was a group of targets right behind him,
just perfect for stomping.
"The plague arrow is ready!" I announced. "We need to shoot it into the Colossus's ear!"
My audience did not seem to take this as good news. Then I realized my chariot was gone. My
bow was still in the chariot. And Kayla and Austin were quite obviously infected with whatever
disease I had conjured up.
"Are they contagious?" Cecil asked.
"No!" I said. "Well...probably not. It's the fumes from the arrow—"
Everyone backed away from me.
"Cecil," Chiron said, "you and Harley take Kayla and Austin to the Apollo cabin for healing."
"But they are the Apollo cabin," Harley complained. "Besides, my flamethrower—"
"You can play with your flamethrower later," Chiron promised. "Run along. There's a good boy.
The rest of you, do what you can to keep the Colossus at the water's edge. Percy and I will assist
Apollo."
Chiron said the word assist as if it meant slap upside the head with extreme prejudice.
Once the crowd had dispersed, Chiron gave me his bow. "Make the shot."
I stared at the massive composite recursive, which probably had a draw weight of a hundred
pounds. "This is meant for the strength of a centaur, not a teen mortal!"
"You created the arrow," he said. "Only you can shoot it without succumbing to the disease. Only
you can hit such a target."
"From here? It's impossible! Where is that flying boy, Jason Grace?"
Percy wiped the sweat and sand from his neck. "We're fresh out of flying boys. And all the pegasi
have stampeded."
"Perhaps if we got some harpies and some kite string..." I said.
"Apollo," Chiron said, "you must do this. You are the lord of archery and illness."
"I'm not lord of anything!" I wailed. "I'm a stupid ugly mortal teenager! I'm nobody!"
The self-pity just came pouring out. I thought for sure the earth would split in two when I called
myself a nobody. The cosmos would stop turning. Percy and Chiron would rush to reassure me.
None of that happened. Percy and Chiron just stared at me grimly.
Percy put his hand on my shoulder. "You're Apollo. We need you. You can do this. Besides, if you
don't, I will personally throw you off the top of the Empire State Building."
This was exactly the pep talk I needed—just the sort of thing Zeus used to say to me before my
soccer matches. I squared my shoulders. "Right."
"We'll try to draw him into the water," Percy said. "I've got the advantage there. Good luck."
Percy accepted Chiron's hand and leaped onto the centaur's back. Together they galloped into the
surf, Percy waving his sword and calling out various bronze-butt-themed insults to the Colossus.
I ran down the beach until I had a line of sight on the statue's left ear.
Looking up at that regal profile, I did not see Nero. I saw myself—a monument to my own
conceit. Nero's pride was no more than a reflection of mine. I was the bigger fool. I was exactly the
sort of person who would construct a hundred-foot-tall naked statue of myself in my front yard.
I pulled the plague arrow from my quiver and nocked it in the bowstring.
The demigods were getting very good at scattering. They continued to harry the Colossus from both
sides while Percy and Chiron galloped through the tide, Mrs. O'Leary romping at their heels with her
new bronze stick.
"Yo, ugly!" Percy shouted. "Over here!"
The Colossus's next step displaced several tons of salt water and made a crater large enough to
swallow a pickup truck.
The Arrow of Dodona rattled in my quiver. RELEASE THY BREATH, he advised. DROPETH THY
SHOULDER.
"I have shot a bow before," I grumbled.
MINDETH THY RIGHT ELBOW, the arrow said.
"Shut up."
AND TELLEST NOT THINE ARROW TO SHUT UP.
I drew the bow. My muscles burned as if boiling water was being poured over my shoulders. The
plague arrow did not make me pass out, but its fumes were disorienting. The warp of the shaft made
my calculations impossible. The wind was against me. The arc of the shot would be much too high.
Yet I aimed, exhaled, and released the bowstring.
The arrow twirled as it rocketed upward, losing force and drifting too far to the right. My heart
sank. Surely the curse of the River Styx would deny me any chance at success. It had already
punish Meg and Rosalie in my stead...
Just as the projectile reached its apex and was about to fall back to earth, a gust of wind caught
it...perhaps Zephyros looking kindly on my pitiful attempt. The arrow sailed into the Colossus's ear
canal and rattled in his head with a clink, clink, clink like a pachinko machine.
The Colossus halted. He stared at the horizon as if confused. He looked at the sky, then arched his
back and lurched forward, making a sound like a tornado ripping off the roof of a warehouse.
Because his face had no other open orifices, the pressure of his sneeze forced geysers of motor oil
out his ears, spraying the dunes with environmentally unfriendly sludge.
Sherman, Julia, and Alice stumbled over to me, covered head to toe with sand and oil.
"I appreciate you freeing Miranda and Ellis," Sherman snarled, "but I'm going to kill you later
for taking my chariot. What did you do to that Colossus? What kind of plague makes you sneeze?"
"I'm afraid I—I summoned a rather benign illness. I believe I have given the Colossus a case of
hay fever."
You know that horrible pause when you're waiting for someone to sneeze? The statue arched his
back again, and everyone on the beach cringed in anticipation. The Colossus inhaled several cubic
acres of air through his ear canals, preparing for his next blast.
I imagined the nightmare scenarios: The Colossus would ear-sneeze Percy Jackson into
Connecticut, never to be seen again. The Colossus would clear his head and then stomp all of us flat.
Hay fever could make a person cranky. I knew this because I invented hay fever. Still, I had never
intended it to be a killing affliction. I certainly never anticipated facing the wrath of a towering metal
automaton with extreme seasonal allergies. I cursed my shortsightedness! I cursed my mortality!
What I had not considered was the damage our demigods had already done to the Colossus's
metal joints—in particular, his neck.
The Colossus rocked forward with a mighty CHOOOOO! I flinched and almost missed the
moment of truth when the statue's head achieved first-stage separation from his body. It hurtled over
Long Island Sound, the face spinning in and out of view. It hit the water with a mighty WHOOSH and
bobbed for a moment. Then the air blooped out of its neck hole and the gorgeous regal visage of
yours truly sank beneath the waves.
The statue's decapitated body tilted and swayed. If it had fallen backward, it might have crushed
even more of the camp. Instead, it toppled forward. Percy yelped a curse that would have made any
Phoenician sailor proud. Chiron and he raced sideways to avoid being crushed while Mrs. O'Leary
wisely dissolved into shadows. The Colossus hit the water, sending forty-foot tidal waves to port and
starboard. I had never before seen a centaur hang hooves on a tubular crest, but Chiron acquitted
himself well.
The roar of the statue's fall finally stopped echoing off the hills.
Next to me, Alice Miyazawa whistled. "Well, that de-escalated quickly."
Sherman Yang asked in a voice of childlike wonder: "What the Hades just happened?"
"I believe," I said, "the Colossus sneezed his head off."