Curse of the Triblood

Chapter 44

Author's Note;

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Percy POV

We continued to follow the stupid silver mechanical spider. I was beginning to wonder if the thing was more trouble than it was worth. The number of times we had run into a horde of monsters was too high to count, and honestly, it was getting more annoying by the second. When we finally reached Hephaestus, he was behind obsidian black doors. Lava pooled and fell from the sides of the door frame as if warning us that the god of fire is in the next room.

The spider continued to ram itself into the door as if it was expecting something to come from such a small mechanical creature trying to burst down a giant stone door. I walked to the door and thought about the opening before turning to Beckendorf.

"You should do it; it's your father," I told him. I walked back to him and placed my hand on his shoulder.

"I've only spoken to him like three times," Beckendorf told me.

"That still means he likes you more than any one of us," Annabeth added.

"Charley, how would you feel if someone interrupted you from making something in the workshop? At least you're his son, so he'd be less mean," Silena told him.

"If anything, we can tell Tyson to go on right after you. Hephaestus only trusts himself and cyclopes. He technically made you with a little help, but he did make you. So, he technically trusts you," I offered.

Beckendorf looked at all of us and spun his hammer around once before putting it to his side in its toy form and walking to the doors. He placed his hands on the door before pushing it open. When he did, I saw something I thought was somewhere between amazing and disorganized.

We were in an ancient Greek temple. It was large; it was practically a palace rather than a regular temple to worship Hephaestus. Piles of metal, both molten and solid, were scattered around the ground. Gears, wires, oil, robotic limbs, several robotic heads, everything that could ever be made out of metal and by the hands of either god or man littered the ground.

Several cars were hung from the ceilings by chains and wires. Some of them had their parts and engines removed and suspended outside their hoods. They were removed and their pieces floating mid-air, but each part was released in a way so that the parts needed later to put it back together were further away while the parts needed earlier were close to the center engine.

Pieces of junk and other things used to build some of the world's greatest inventions were in the room. I could have gotten lost in this place if it weren't for the son Hephaestus guiding us through the room. I looked to everything in the room and all the parts and thought about all of the inventions that could have changed history thrown out as trash. I also thought that the junkyard last year was this guy's property. I almost died because of his property. This might have been a bad idea to come here.

We reached a man leaning over a car engine and fixing it up. The mechanical spider crawled up to its creator and began hitting his shoulder. This caused the man to get out from under the car hood and into view.

"What seems to be the problem?" he asked the spider in a deep voice. It was as deep as the forges he had hidden in the world. He picked up the spider and noticed something he wanted to fix with it. Something the rest of us would have never seen needed fixing. He used a screwdriver to fix one of the gears. The spider made a series of clicking sounds and whistles that made everyone in the room understand it was grateful. The spider shot out some web before swinging away from its creator's hand. Now that the spider had left, everyone now focused on the man before us.