The Lightning Thief

back, “Maurice? What’d ya say?”
    “What are you banging for?”
    Knock, knock, knock.
    Outside, Eddie yelled, “What banging?”
    Our guy Maurice rolled his eyes and went back outside, cursing at Eddie for being an idiot.
    A second later, Annabeth appeared next to me. She must’ve done the banging to get Maurice out of the trailer. She said, “This transport business can’t be legal.”
    “No kidding,” Grover said. He paused, as if listening. “The lion says these guys are animal smugglers!”
    That’s right, the zebra’s voice said in my mind.
    “We’ve got to free them!” Grover said. He and Annabeth both looked at me, waiting for my lead.
    I’d heard the zebra talk, but not the lion. Why? Maybe it was another learning disability . . . I could only understand zebras? Then I thought: horses. What had Annabeth said about Poseidon creating horses? Was a zebra close enough to a horse? Was that why I could understand it?
    The zebra said, Open my cage, lord. Please. I’ll be fine after that.
    Outside, Eddie and Maurice were still yelling at each other, but I knew they’d be coming inside to torment the animals again any minute. I grabbed Riptide and slashed the lock off the zebra’s cage.
    The zebra burst out. It turned to me and bowed. Thank you, lord.
    Grover held up his hands and said something to the zebra in goat talk, like a blessing.
    Just as Maurice was poking his head back inside to check out the noise, the zebra leaped over him and into the street. There was yelling and screaming and cars honking. We rushed to the doors of the trailer in time to see the zebra galloping down a wide boulevard lined with hotels and casinos and neon signs. We’d just released a zebra in Las Vegas.
    Maurice and Eddie ran after it, with a few policemen running after them, shouting, “Hey! You need a permit for that!”
    “Now would be a good time to leave,” Annabeth said.
    “The other animals first,” Grover said.
    I cut the locks with my sword. Grover raised his hands and spoke the same goat-blessing he’d used for the zebra.
    “Good luck,” I told the animals. The antelope and the lion burst out of their cages and went off together into the streets.
    Some tourists screamed. Most just backed off and took pictures, probably thinking it was some kind of stunt by one of the casinos.
    “Will the animals be okay?” I asked Grover. “I mean, the desert and all—”
    “Don’t worry,” he said. “I placed a satyr’s sanctuary on them.”
    “Meaning?”
    “Meaning they’ll reach the wild safely,” he said. “They’ll find water, food, shade, whatever they need until they find a safe place to live.”
    “Why can’t you place a blessing like that on us?” I asked.
    “It only works on wild animals.”
    “So it would only affect Percy,” Annabeth reasoned.
    “Hey!” I protested.
    “Kidding,” she said. “Come on. Let’s get out of this filthy truck.”
    We stumbled out into the desert afternoon. It was a hundred and ten degrees, easy, and we must’ve looked like deep-fried vagrants, but everybody was too interested in the wild animals to pay us much attention.
    We passed the Monte Carlo and the MGM. We passed pyramids, a pirate ship, and the Statue of Liberty, which was a pretty small replica, but still made me homesick.
    I wasn’t sure what we were looking for. Maybe just a place to get out of the heat for a few minutes, find a sandwich and a glass of lemonade, make a new plan for getting west.
    We must have taken a wrong turn, because we found ourselves at a dead end, standing in front of the Lotus Hotel and Casino. The entrance was a huge neon flower, the petals lighting up and blinking. No one was going in or out, but the glittering chrome doors were open, spilling out air-conditioning that smelled like flowers—lotus blossom, maybe. I’d never smelled one, so I wasn’t sure.
    The doorman smiled at us. “Hey, kids. You look tired. You want to come in and sit down?”
    I’d learned to be suspicious, the last week or so. I figured anybody might be a monster or a god. You just couldn’t tell. But this guy was normal. One look at him, and I could see. Besides, I was so relieved to hear somebody who sounded sympathetic that I nodded and said we’d love to come in. Inside, we took one look around, and Grover said, “Whoa.”
    The whole lobby was a giant game room. And I’m not talking about cheesy old Pac-Man games or slot machines. There was an indoor waterslide snaking