Percabeth; Seperated Again

Dont say cheese

Hello there. I have no particular person to dedicate this too.
Leo: what about me?
Percy: or me?
Me: I'm gonna start dedicating to my followers, because I have very few.
Annabeth: oh.
Me: the ones I don't know in person. So only 2.
This chapter is dedicated to... drum roll please...
Leo: dadadadsdadadda
Me: polkadot113 thanks for following me and adding my stories to your reading list. On to the story...

"Would you kids like to take the picture?" The Lady's voice still rang in my ears. I had acted much too late. Was it so long ago that I had forgotten that much? But this lady. She wasn't normal. She was Medusa. I had to talk, but my mouth was glued with fear. I couldn't move. Last time we had killed Medusa, Percy had sliced her head off. Then his step dad, Smelly Gabe, mysteriously went "missing." I try to move, to reach for my sword. But, apparently I'm incapable of it. I muster up enough stamina to say just one word.
"Why?"
"Why, as you can tell, I love to sculpt. It used to be a living, but now the craze is fast food. As they say, the public wants what the public wants. Now it's more of a hobby." The Lady rants. "I enjoy it very much, you know. Especially when they turn out right. I can never get the face right, though."
The Lady sighs dreamily. She looks so innocent for a moment there. Just a moment. Then She turns to me. "Of course, you know that. Daughter of Athena."
I jump up in surprise. I'm able to move now. I reach for my sword. "Grover. Please explain to Leo and Calypso who Medusa is."
The name Medusa comes out surprisingly sour. I wanted it to be a bit more daring. Unfortunately it wasn't.
"Your mother has caused my much pain in the past, and then you come along, Annabeth Chase, with your boyfriend, Perseus Jackson, and that stupid saytar, and make me relive that misery." She hisses.
"Oh, so you know their names and not mine? You ARE evil." Grover complains.
"Well, then. I shall have no more of this. Look what your mother did to my face." Medusa takes off the veil and sunglasses.
"Look away!" I screech, snatching my sword, from Damon. I shut my eyes tight. I do the one thing I hate most, (other than spiders, I have had way to many of those in my life,) and swing randomly, and planless. "Don't look at the face! She will turn you to stone!"
I can't see, but I hear Calypso looking through her bag.
"That's it!" She gasps. "The Drachmas are so shiny you can see your reflection!"
I almost open my eyes at the break through, but decide not to die. As Leo would say, 'delaying death is one of my favorite hobbies!'
"Calypso, grab one for me and one for you.
Back up and give me one. Don't look at the face though." I say back to her, forcing myself not to look. I hear shuffling behind me. I keep swinging in hope Calypso can dodge. I slash as quick as I can, fighting mindlessly.
"Open your eyes, Daughter of Athena. Look upon me." Medusa hisses.
   I feel something bump into me. I reach back with my free hand to find a drachma.
"Thanks." I mutter, breathlessly.
Medusas hideous face is in the reflection so without thinking, I aim and swing. I feel a poof of dust behind me. She's dead, for now.
"Nobody look at the head." Grover warns. "It's still dangerous. Calypso, go to the back and see if they have a box to put it in."
Luckily, they did. We mailed Medusa to Olympus. We even took some food and money (including drachmas,) from the shop. This includes other supplies as well, of course.
"Let's go." Leo says.
"Yeah. Definitely." I agree.
We got out of there as fast as I could.