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Carter Kane is investigating rumored sightings of a monster on Long Island when he runs into something else: a mysterious boy named Percy Jackson. For the title character, see Son of Sobek. The Son Of Sobek Percy This article is about the short story featuring Percy Jackson and Carter Kane. Free books are presented in chapter format.
We’re like the police for Ancient Egyptian supernatural forces, making sure they don’t cause too much havoc in the modern world.Anyway, on this particular day I was tracking down a rogue monster on Long Island. Just a lot of them—but that kind of goes with the territory, since I’m a magician in the House of Life. Not all the gods want me dead.
Just to the north, a line of cars inched along the Montauk Highway—vacationers escaping the crowds in the city to enjoy the crowds in the Hamptons.If there really was a carnivorous swamp monster below us, I wondered how long it would be before it developed a taste for humans. The area looked a bit like the Nile Delta back in Egypt, except here the wetlands were surrounded on both sides by residential neighborhoods with row after row of gray-roofed houses. After a couple of hours on patrol, he shrieked, “FREEEAAAK!” and banked hard to the left, circling over a green marshy inlet between two subdivisions.Freak shivered and squawked, whipping his barbed tail nervously.I couldn’t see much below us—just a brown river glittering in the hot summer air, winding through swamp grass and clumps of gnarled trees until it emptied into Moriches Bay.
With every step, my shoes made such rude noises—suck-plop, suck-plop—that I was glad my sister Sadie wasn’t with me. The river bottom felt like congealed stew. Oh, joy!I waded into the water and immediately sank to my knees. Armed with my sword and wand, I was all set for a stroll through the swamp to look for a hungry monster. I closed my fingers around the hilt of my sword and pulled it out—a heavy khopesh with a blade curved like a question mark. Over the last few months, I’d gotten better at storing emergency provisions in the shadow realm—extra weapons, clean clothes, Fruit by the Foot, and chilled six-packs of root beer—but sticking my hand into a magical dimension still felt weird, like pushing through layers of cold, heavy curtains.
I didn’t notice the ripples in the water until fifty yards ahead of me something broke the surface—a line of leathery, blackish-green bumps. I wondered what that would be like—being a normal kid, hanging out with my friends on a summer afternoon.The idea was so nice, I got distracted. In the nearby subdivision, I heard kids shouting and laughing, probably playing some kind of game. I could be studying cheese demons.But I couldn’t quite convince myself. Suddenly I felt nervous and alone.Could be worse, I told myself.
The ripples subsided.When it came to sensing monsters, my magic instincts weren’t very sharp but the water in front of me seemed much darker. Then they tend to forget their promises.No answer from the water. Still…crocodiles get hungry. That wasn’t a good memory.“Sobek,” I murmured, “if that’s you, messing with me again, I swear to Ra…”The croc god had promised to leave us alone now that we were tight with his boss, the sun god. I’d seen crocodiles before, and this was a freakishly big one.I remembered El Paso, the winter before last, when my sister and I had been attacked by the crocodile god Sobek.
I registered glowing yellow eyes as big as my head, the glint of gold jewelry around a massive neck. Sobek loved to boast.The next microsecond, as the water erupted around me, I realized too late that I should’ve brought the entire Twenty-first Nome to help me. At least then I stood a chance of talking to him before he killed me.
I still had my sword and wand, but I couldn’t use them with my arms pinned to my side. I held my breath, knowing that it might be my last. As it was, he had gulped me down in a single Carter-size serving, so I could look forward to being slowly digested.The monster started thrashing around, which made it hard to think. If the crocodile’s mouth had been smaller, he might have snapped me in half. I couldn’t believe I was still alive. Being in the monster’s belly was like that, only hotter and smellier.For a moment I was too stunned to do anything.
I picked a word of power, summoned all my concentration, and prepared to speak.Suddenly the monster lurched upward. Then, once she got over her grief, she’d track down my soul in the Egyptian afterlife and tease me mercilessly for how stupid I’d been.My lungs burned. Sadie would be devastated. Suffocating inside a dark, smelly reptile gullet wasn’t helping me focus.After all the dangerous adventures I’d had, I couldn’t die like this. If I could think of the right hieroglyphic symbol and speak it aloud, I could summon some industrial strength, wrath-of-the-gods-type magic to bust my way out of this reptile.In practice: I’m not so good at words of power even in the best of situations.
He looked a little older than me—maybe seventeen—with tousled black hair and sea-green eyes. The crocodile was gone, but standing in the marsh about twenty feet away was a teenage guy in jeans and a faded orange T-shirt that said CAMP something. I staggered around, half blind, gasping, and covered with crocodile goo, which smelled like a scummy fish tank.The surface of the river churned with bubbles. I shot out of the creature’s mouth and tumbled into the marsh grass.Somehow I got to my feet.
I figured he must be a magician. Their brains can’t interpret it, so they might look at my sword, for instance, and see a baseball bat or a walking stick.But this kid…he was different. Normal mortals have trouble seeing magic. He noted my khopesh and wand, and I got the feeling he actually saw these things as they were.
What were you doing in there?”I’ll admit I wasn’t in the best mood. “That’s why it vomited you up. “Where did it go?”“I stuck that croc in the rump.” He mimicked the action with his sword. Everything about him seemed…un-Egyptian.“The crocodile,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm and even. I’d also never seen a sword like that.
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