Daughter of the Sea || HoO

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

The tunnel ran along the floor of a gymnasium sized tank. Except for water and some cheap decorations, it seemed majestically empty. Tori guessed there were about fifty thousand gallons of water over their heads.

Phorcys stopped in the middle of the tunnel and spread his arms proudly. "Beautiful exhibit, isn't it?"

In one corner of the tank, snuggled in a forest of fake kelp, was a life-sized plastic gingerbread cottage with bubbles coming out of the chimney. In the opposite corner, a plastic sculpture of a guy in an old-fashioned diving suit knelt beside a treasure chest, which popped open every few seconds, spewed bubbles, and closed again. Littered across the white sand floor were glass marbles the size of bowling balls, and a strange assortment of weapons like tridents and spearguns. Outside the tank's display wall was an amphitheater with seating for several hundred.

"What do you keep in here?" Frank asked. "Giant killer goldfish?"

Phorcys raised his eyebrows. "Oh, that would be good! But, no, Frank Zhang, descendant of Poseidon. This tank is not for goldfish." 

 At descendant of Poseidon, Frank flinched. He stepped back, gripping his backpack like a mace he was prepared to swing. A sense of dread trickled down Tori's throat like cough syrup. Unfortunately, it was a feeling she was used to.

"How do you know Frank's last name?" Percy demanded. "How do you know he's descended from Poseidon?"

"Well..." Phorcys shrugged, trying to look modest. "It was probably in the descriptions Gaea provided, along with Victoria being a legacy to Venus. You know, for the bounty, Percy Jackson."

Percy uncapped his pen and Tori pulled on her necklace. Instantly, Riptide and Tidal appeared in their hands. "Don't double-cross me, Phorcys. You promised me answers."

"After the VIP treatment, yes," Phorcys agreed. "I promised to tell you everything you need to know. The thing is, however, you don't really need to know anything." His grotesque smile stretched wide. "You see, even if you made it to Rome, which is quite unlikely, you'd never defeat my giant brothers without a god fighting at your side. And what god would help you? So I have a better plan. You're not leaving. You're VIPs—Very Important Prisoners!"

Both Percy and Tori lunged. Frank hurled his backpack at the sea god's head. Phorcys simply disappeared.

The god's voice reverberated through the aquarium's sound system, echoing down the tunnel. "Yes, good! Fighting is good! You see, Mother never trusted me with big assignments, but she did agree that I could keep anything I caught. You three will make an excellent exhibit—the only demigod spawn of Poseidon in captivity. 'Demigod Terrors'—yes, I like that! We already have sponsorship lined up with Bargain Mart. You can fight each other every day at eleven AM and one PM, with an evening show at seven PM."

"You're crazy!" Tori yelled.

"Don't sell yourself short!" Phorcys said. "You'll be our biggest draw! Especially you Victoria, the only daughter of Poseidon in existence. Imagine all the tickets I can sell from you alone! "

Frank ran for the exit, only to slam into a glass wall. Percy ran the other way and found it blocked as well. Their tunnel had become a bubble. Tori put her hand against the glass and realized it was softening, melting like ice. Soon the water would come crashing in.

"We won't cooperate, Phorcys!" Percy shouted.

"Oh, I'm optimistic," the sea god's voice boomed. "If you won't fight each other at first, no problem! I can send in fresh sea monsters every day. After you get used to the food here, you'll be properly sedated and will follow directions. Believe me, you'll come to love your new home." Over Tori's head, the glass dome cracked and began to leak.