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Typhon and the Winds of Destruction
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About The Book
Twice the quests means twice the adventure for Zeus and his fellow Olympians.
After battling fireball-throwing Titans, the young Olympians find themselves on a double quest: Not only must they find more Olympians that Cronus has swallowed, but they’re also in search of magic seeds that will help rejuvenate the earth after the terrible drought that plagued the lands, thanks to Hyperion. But a wind-throwing giant named Typhon has other ideas. Can the Heroes in Training withstand the storms that are coming their way?
CHAPTER ONE Surprise Attack!
Ouch!” ten-year-old Zeus yelled as a hot orange spark hit his shoulder.
“Sorry,” said Hestia. “I’m trying to figure out how to control this thing.”
She held up a long metal torch decorated with carvings. A bright flame danced in the shallow bowl at the top of the torch.
“Well, maybe you should try a little harder,” Hera muttered under her breath.
Zeus knew that Hera was upset. Yesterday he and his five young Olympian friends had found the Olympic Torch and its eternal flame. Hera had hoped the magical object would be hers. But the magic only worked when Hestia held the torch.
Zeus tried changing the subject. “I think we’ll get to that giant beanstalk in just a couple of hours.”
He nodded into the distance. A tall green stalk with big leaves had sprouted up from the ground early that morning. The stalk had grown so tall that its top disappeared into the clouds. Pythia, the Oracle of Delphi, had sent them on a quest to find Magic Seeds, and the giant beanstalk looked like a good place to start.
Poseidon, whose eyes were the color of the ocean, rubbed his stomach. “If we find those Magic Seeds, I just might eat them,” he said. “We’ve been walking all morning, and we haven’t eaten since last night.”
“Hey! Is that a farmhouse?” said red-haired Demeter. She pointed into the distance. “Maybe we can get something to eat there.”
Hera frowned. “Do we have to stop? We’re not that far from the beanstalk now.”
“Actually, I’m kind of hungry too,” Hades admitted.
“It’s not a bad idea to stop,” Zeus reasoned. “We might need our strength to face . . . whatever’s waiting for us at that stalk.”
The other Olympians knew what he meant. Every time they went searching for a new magical object or a missing Olympian, they got into some kind of danger. Sometimes King Cronus of the Titans sent monsters to stop them. Or other Titans hurled fireballs at them, or tried to kidnap them, or worse.
Sure, the giant beanstalk looked like a harmless plant, but Zeus knew by now that anything could happen. And when it did, it would probably be bad.
Poseidon broke into a run. “Lunch, here I come!” he said, racing toward the farmhouse.
The others took off after him. When they got to the farmhouse, they saw a gray-haired farmer pulling weeds from a scraggly-looking vegetable patch.
“What are you kids doing all the way out here?” he asked.
Poseidon spoke up. “We’re going to look for the Mag— Oof!”
Zeus had nudged him in the ribs. “We’re on a journey,” he explained. “And we’re pretty hungry. We were wondering if you had any food to spare?”
The old man scratched his head. “Well, I lost a lot of crops during the drought,” he said. “But I do have plenty of eggs, thanks to the chickens, and some carrots.”
“We’d be happy to do a few chores to repay you,” Demeter said sweetly.
Charmed, the farmer smiled. “Well, isn’t that nice. Let me go cook something up.”
“I can light your hearth,” Hestia offered, following him inside.
Zeus looked around the yard. Brown and white chickens scratched the dry earth. Two pigs slept peacefully in a pen. A pile of logs was stacked against the chicken coop.
“Let’s make ourselves useful,” Zeus said to the other Olympians. “I’ll chop some wood.” He took the dagger-size thunderbolt from his belt.
“Bolt, large!” he commanded. The dagger sizzled and sparked, and then expanded into a five-foot-long thunderbolt. With Bolt he could slice through a stack of logs like they were butter. He had found the magic thunderbolt at the temple at Delphi, before he had even met the others. It had helped get him through a lot of dangerous situations. But it was great at doing ordinary stuff too.
“I’ll fill the troughs,” Poseidon offered. He held up his three-pronged trident, which he had taken back from a Titan called Oceanus. That’s when he’d discovered that he was the god of the sea and could control water. Poseidon pointed the trident at the pigs’ wooden trough, and it instantly filled up with water.
“I’ll clean out the pigpen!” Hades announced cheerfully, his dark eyes twinkling.
Demeter wrinkled her nose. “Yuck! Why do you look so happy about it?” she asked.
Hades took a deep breath. “Ahhh, that smell! I can’t get enough of it. It’s an Underworld thing.”
Hera shook her head. “It’s a weird thing.”
“Hey, you’re talking to the lord of the Underworld, you know,” Hades reminded her.
“More like the lord of the pigpen,” Hera shot back. She still looked upset over that torch.
“You okay, Hera?” Zeus asked. “You usually save your insults for me.”
Demeter tugged the sleeve of Hera’s tunic. “Let’s go feed the chickens,” she said.
Thanks to the magical objects (and Hades’s love of smelly stuff), they finished the chores quickly. Then they took their seats at the large farmhouse table and dug into their lunch.
“You kids enjoy,” the farmer said. “You certainly earned it.”
He shuffled off into the other room, and Zeus nodded to Poseidon, who sat across the table.
“Don’t go blabbing about the Magic Seeds,” he warned Poseidon in a loud whisper. “If word gets around that we’re looking for magic stuff, Cronus might find out and come looking for us.”
”Oh. Right,” Poseidon whispered back.
Demeter looked out the window at the farmer’s fields. Most of the crops had withered and turned brown, thanks to a Titan named Hyperion. He had been hurling fireballs across the land, causing a terrible drought, until the Olympians had stopped him.
“Hyperion’s drought really devastated the land,” she remarked. “I hope we do find the Magic Seeds so that we can bring back the crops, like Pythia said.”
“Well, I just hope the right person gets the seeds,” Hera said, with a look at Hestia.
“What do you mean?” Hestia asked, her light brown eyes wide.
“Oh, nothing,” Hera said, but her voice was tight. “It’s just that, you know, some of us have been doing these quests longer than others and still haven’t gotten our magical objects. It doesn’t seem fair.”
Zeus felt kind of bad for Hera. “I don’t think the magical objects are in a specific order as far as who they belong to. Maybe you just need to be patient.”
Hera put down her fork. “We should get going. I’ll wait outside.”
She stomped out of the farmhouse, her long blond hair swaying down her back.
“Wow, she’s about as happy as a fish in a net,” Poseidon said.
Demeter spoke up. “Well, I don’t blame her.”
“How would you feel if you didn’t have your trident yet?”
“Well, I don’t think I would—”
A loud scream came from outside. Zeus jumped up from the table and and ran to push open the farmhouse door. He and the others rushed outside.
Three half-giants, who were as tall as trees, stood in front of the pigpen. The largest one grasped Hera in one beefy arm. She kicked and scratched, trying to get free.
“It’s the Cronies!” Zeus yelled.
About The Illustrator
Craig Phillips has been creating cover art and drawings for books, comics, and magazines for nearly two decades. He is most at home working on tales about myth and magic. His latest book—Giants, Trolls, Witches, Beasts: Ten Tales from the Deep, Dark Woods—is a 200-page graphic novel about just that! It will be in stores in May 2017. When he is not drawing and writing, he likes to swim in the lakes and walk in the forests and mountains of New Zealand. Visit him at CraigPhillips.com.au.
- Publisher: Aladdin (January 19, 2016)
- Length: 112 pages
- ISBN13: 9781442488427
- Ages: 6 - 9
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