Percy Jackson and the Emerald Pearl; Thalia Grace and the Mirror of Aphrodite

The Quest

     The elevator music was as horrible as ever. Old-time jazz and ballroom. Ew.

     The elevator dinged. The doors opened, and all three of us stepped out. Grover and I had been to Olympus before, and it looked even more impressive than last time. Piper, never having been to Olympus before, was in total awe. Her jaw dropped to the ground, her kaleidoscope eyes wide, her expression frozen in one of total shock. She was like this for about a minute, until I snapped my fingers in front of her face. "C'mon. I know Olympus is impressive, and beautiful, and all, but I wanna get that mirror as soon as possible," I urged.

     "Uh, Thalia? You're being kinda...bossy," Grover told me.

     "Well, I just want to finish this quest and get back to camp! I never wanted to find some stupid mirror for the Goddess of Love. It's her fault for--"

     "Shhhhhh! Do you want you-know-who zapping you into charred-Zeus-girl-flavored lip gloss?" Grover yelped, slapping a hand over my mouth. I shoved it off, irritated, and we continued walking to the palace. In case you're wondering, it was not raining on Olympus, as they controlled the weather on here, just like Camp Half-Blood. We finally got to the palace after climbing several steps, which was a piece of cake for him, and easy for me, but Piper lagged behind the whole time.

     The only ones in the throne room were Apollo, Athena, Hestia, and...Hermes! As we passed the other gods, who were too involved in looking at themselves in mirrors (Apollo), reading about weaving (Athena), and tending the fire (Hestia). Hermes looked up from a Travel International magazine. "Demigods! Thalia Grace, daughter of Zeus, Piper McLean, daughter of Aphrodite, and Grover Underwood, satyr. Anything I can help you kids with?"

     "We need transportation to the White Dove Wedding Cathedral. We would take a cab, but it's storming," I explained.

     "Oh, the storm? Poseidon's mad, his trident--Actually, never mind. But sure, I'll transport you guys to the cathedral," Hermes promised. He held up a smartphone, with two snakes curling around the screen. "Martha, where is the--What's the name?"

     "White Dove Wedding Cathedral."

     "Ah, yes! Martha where is the White Dove Wedding Cathedral?" Hermes paused for a minute, and slightly tilted his head as though listening to someone. "Got it. White Dove Wedding Cathedral, 4697 58th Street, Times Square!" He snapped his fingers, and I blacked out.

     I woke up on a chair in a really big, really fancy, and really nice cathedral. I rubbed my eyes, and sat up. Piper was passed out three rows in front of me, Grover asleep in the aisle across. I got out of my chair, and went over to Piper. I tapped her on the shoulder, but she didn't budge. I shook her, and she still didn't budge. I tilted the chair ninety degrees forward, and she rolled onto the ground, and woke up.

     "Wha--what happened?" she asked. She sat up, and said, "Are we in the cathedral?"

     "Yeah," I answered.

     She stood up, and we walked over to Grover. I nodded to Piper, and at the same time, we shouted, "WAKE UP, SLEEPYHEAD!" We stepped aside as Grover fell out of his chair, shocked.

     He looked at us and cried, "What was that for?"

     "We had to wake you up. We're in the WDWC, so let's just grab the mirror and go." We walked around the cathedral for at least a whole hour. We met up in the main hall. I asked frustratingly, "Where is it? Where could one goddess possibly put a--"

     "Gods, I'm stupid. I know where it is!" Piper suddenly yelped. She raced off to a place unknown.   

     "Piper, where are you going?" Grover shouted.