"That was a shrine to Artemis," Thalia grumbled. "He'll pay for that."

 

We were running under the marble archway with the huge statues of Zeus and Hera

when the entire mountain groaned, rocking sideways like a boat in a storm.

 

"Look out!" Grover yelped. The archway crumbled. I looked up in time to see a

twenty-ton scowling Hera topple over on us. Annabeth and I would've been

flattened, but Thalia shoved us from behind and we landed just out of danger.

 

"Thalia!" Grover cried.

 

When the dust cleared and the mountain stopped rocking, we found her still

alive, but her legs were pinned under the statue.

 

We tried desperately to move it, but it would've taken several Cyclopes. When we

tried to pull Thalia out from under it, she yelled in pain.

 

"I survive all those battles," she growled, "and I get defeated by a stupid

chunk of rock!"

 

"It's Hera," Annabeth said in outrage. "She's had it in for me all year. Her

statue would've killed me if you hadn't pushed us away."

 

Thalia grimaced. "Well, don't just stand there! I'll be fine. Go!"