The Crown of Kronos: Chapter 33

Alexandra’s P.O.V

Disgusted, I grabbed Stheno’s face, the only thing left of her disintegrated body. I bit my lip and covered her eyes with the shades she wore. After stuffing her into a plastic bag that I found lying around nearby, we rushed back to the place where we last saw the two immortal beings. And there they were, lying down on the ground with their eyes shut. Rolling my eyes, I poured the antidote between Aphrodite’s cherry red lips. One minute went by. Nothing happened. Then suddenly, the goddess of love screamed herself awake, gasping for breath.

“What was that? It tasted like guck!” She yelled at us, huffing. “I could have died drinking it!” She started murmuring and cursing about us ruining her beauty. A baby pink compact mirror appeared in her hand, and she screamed in shock when she saw the greenish liquid staining her stupid lipstick. She started cursing and yelling at us. Finally, I couldn’t hold myself any longer.

“We saved you, you idiot!” I yelled at her.

“Nobody calls me an idiot!” She screamed.

“Well, someone does now.” I rolled my eyes.

“She’s right.” Victoria blurted out. The goddess of love’s face turned red of anger. Realizing the misunderstanding, Victoria’s eyes widened.

“N-not about the idiot thing, about us rescuing you. It was the antidote to the poison that you were given.” She quickly explained. Aphrodite’s expression turned calmer and she continued with admiring her stupid beauty in the mirror. I moved on to cure Eros. I tilted the vial and poured the greenish liquid into his mouth. He got up, gasping in surprise.

“STHENO!” He yelled, his eyes madly looking around for any signs of the gorgon. Realizing that she wasn’t there, he closed his eyes and sighed of relief.

“Thank you for saving me.” He smiled. This kid sure was nicer than his mother. He looked handsome without even trying, with dark brown hair and a genuine smile.

“Come on, Mom, we have to tell the other Olympians about this.” He grabbed his old, idiotic mother’s hand, and they poofed away to Olympus in a bright pink light, and left behind the smell of sickening perfume.

“We’d better get going.” I said. We walked back towards the metal owl and sat down on the seats. The owl made a tiny “woo hoo” and we were soon off to Stonehenge. We soared through the clouds, Victoria trying her best not to scream of the owl’s speed. Then suddenly, I heard a pair of wings batting behind us. Then the voice of an eagle echoed throughout the sky, and I thought I saw the shadow of a lion with a beak. Vic looked back, her eyes widened when she recognized the beast.

A griffin.