Percy Jackson and the Sword of Hades; Horrible Histories – Groovy Greeks

Owie” and healed it with a touch.

Hello,” he said. “Who am I?”
“You're my friend,” I blurted out. “You're... Bob.

Sisy
here— May I call you Sisy?”
“No!”
“Sisy tricked Persephone

The number one expert on cheating death.”

Unfortunately, I recognized the expression on his
face. I knew what it was like wanting to make your dad proud, even if your dad was
hard to love. In this case, really hard to love. Nico was going to do this, with or without
us. I couldn't let him go alone.

Above the table, an image flickered to life. Skeletal
weapon smiths worked over a forge of black flames using hammers fashioned like metal
skulls to beat a length of iron into a blade.

trying to finish my I-didn’t-read-it-but-I’m-pretending-like-I-did essay

Hades stared at the sword. His eyes were full of anger and something else — something
like hunger. He snapped his fingers. The Furies fluttered down from the top of his
throne. “Return the blade to the forges,” he told them. “Stay with the smiths until it is
finished and then return it to me.”
The Furies swirled into the air with the weapon and I wondered how soon I would be
regretting this day. There are ways around oaths and I imagine Hades would be looking
for one.

“Close,” Melinoe promised. “I will not stop you. I would not need to. Soon, Percy
Jackson, you will have many ghosts and you will remember me.”

The image flickered and I saw the goddess of ghosts in
her true form.