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𝑮𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒐𝒓𝒆

❝ midas ❞

HER ANGER LEVEL WAS RISING. She had almost been caught in enough traps to take her legs off. The second Leo had disarmed them, she ripped them to shreds with her powers. She had ignored the wide eyed looks from her friends.

Jason would've died five times on the way to the front door if not for Leo.

First it was the motion activated trapdoor on the sidewalk, then the lasers on the steps, then the nerve gas dispenser on the porch railing, the pressure-sensitive poison spikes in the welcome mat, and of course the exploding doorbell.

Leo deactivated them all. It was like he could smell the traps, and he picked just the right tool out of his belt to disable them.

"You're amazing, man," Jason said.

Leo scowled as he examined the front door lock. "Yeah, amazing," he said. "Can't fix a dragon right, but I'm amazing love

"Hey, that wasn't your—"

"Front door's already unlocked," Leo announced.

Piper stared at the door in disbelief. "It is? All those traps and the door's unlocked?"

Leo turned the knob. The door swung open easily. He stepped inside without hesitation. Ariadne followed, just as Piper caught Jason's arm.

Their first impression of the house: Dark.

From the echo of her footsteps she could tell the entry hall was enormous, even bigger than Boreas's penthouse; but the only illumination came from the yard lights outside. A faint glow peeled through the breaks in the thick velvet curtains. The windows rose about ten feet tall. Spaced between them along the walls were life size metal statues. As Ariadne's eyes adjusted, she saw sofas arranged in a U in the middle of the room, with a central coffee table and one large chair at the far end. A massive chandelier glinted overhead. Along the back wall stood a row of closed doors.

"Where's the light switch?" Jason's voice echoed alarmingly through the room.

"Don't see one," Leo said.

"Fire?" Piper suggested.

Leo held out his hand, but nothing happened. "It's not working."

"Your fire is out? Why?" Piper asked.

"Well, if I knew that—"

"Okay, okay," she said. "Ariadne? What about you?"

Ariadne focused her eyes. She held up a hand and a slight pulse escaped off of it. Leo, who stood in front of her, became wary, shaking his head every once and a while.

"Yeah, mine is still there," she said. "We shouldn't explore because of those traps outside."

"Ariadne's right," Jason said. "We're not separating again—not like in Detroit."

"Oh, thank you for reminding me of the Cyclopes." Piper's voice quavered. "I needed that."

"It's a few hours until dawn," Jason guessed. "Too cold to wait outside. Let's bring the cages in and make camp in this room. Wait for daylight; then we can decide what to do."

Nobody offered a better idea, so they rolled in the cages with Coach Hedge and the storm spirits, then settling in. Thankfully, Leo didn't find any poison throw pillows or electric whoopee cushions on the sofas.

Leo didn't seem in the mood to make more tacos. Besides, they had no fire, so they settled for cold rations.

Ariadne curled up on one of the couches, she wasn't that hungry. On the coffee table sat a tea service and a stack of glossy brochures, but she couldn't make out the words. The big chair at the other end of the table looked like a throne. None of them tried to sit in it.

The canary cages didn't make the place any less creepy. As for Coach Hedge, he was still frozen mid about, his cudgel raised. Leo was working on the cage, trying to open it with various tools, but the lock seemed to be giving him a hard time.

Piper had gotten comfy on the other end of her sofa. Her head leaned on Ariadne's side, high of them leaning on a pillow. Ariadne wondered if she was really asleep or dodging a conversation about her dad. Whatever Medea had meant in Chicago, about Piper getting her dad back if she cooperated—it didn't sound good.

And they were running out of time. If she had her days straight, this was the early morning of December twentieth. Which meant tomorrow was the winter solstice.

The last time they had a deadline of the winter solstice had been about two years prior, when rescuing Artemis and Annabeth from Atlas, and having to hold up the sky. But the worst part was remembering what happened to Bianca and Zoe.

It was hard for her to even think of them, really. Two people she couldn't save. Most importantly, Nico lost the only family he really had left, which sent him spiraling down hill. Even now, while he was out searching for Percy, she knew he still had a hole in his heart where his sister had once been.

Her eyes became heavy, and she eventually nodded off to her own soft breathing, and the hopeful possibility they wouldn't fail the world.

She only woke up when the yelling started.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

Jason leaped to his feet from his own sleep.

Ariadne was on her feet in a second with Lunacy in hand. What was most jarring wasn't the screaming satyr, but the full sunlight that now bathed the room, the object of time had left her completely.

"Coach is awake," Leo said, which was kind of unnecessary. Gleason Hedge was capering around on his furry hindquarters, swinging his club and yelling, "Die!" as he smashed the tea set, whacked the sofas, and charged at the throne.

"Coach!" Jason yelled.

Hedge turned, breathing hard. His eyes were wild. The satyr was still wearing his orange polo shirt and his coach's whistle, but his horns were clearly visible above his curly hair, and his beefy hindquarters we're definitely all goat.

"You're the new kid," Hedge said, lowering his club. "Jason." He looked at Leo, then Piper, who'd apparently also just woken up. Her hair looked like it had become a nest for a friendly hamster.

"Valdez, McLean," the coach said. "What's going on? We were at the Grand Canyon. The anemoi thuellai attacking and—" His eyes stopped on Ariadne, who was leaning against her sword, giving him an unimpressed look. "Ariadne Phoenix."

The three others had never thought in a million years they would see Coach Hedge shrivel up and quiet down. One look toward the older girl, and his mouth seemed glued shut.

He cleared his throat. "Sorry, Phoenix," he said politely. "I didn't expect you here. You know, being a famous hero and all."

She didn't speak.

He zeroed in on the storm spirits cage, and his eyes went back to DEFCON ONE. "Die!"

"Whoa, Coach!" Leo stepped in his path, which was pretty brave, even thought Hedge was six inches shorter. "It's okay. They're locked up. We just sprang you from the other cage."

"Cage? Cage? What's going on? Just because I'm a satyr doesn't mean I can't have you doing plank push-ups, Valdez!"

Jason cleared his throat. "Coach—Gleeson—um, whatever you want us to call you. You saved us at the Grand Canyon. You were totally brave."

"Of course I was!"

"The extraction team came and took us to Camp Half-Blood. We thought we'd lost you. Then we got word the storm spirits had taken you back to their—um, operator, Medea."

"That witch! Wait—that's impossible. She's mortal. She's dead."

"Yeah, well," Leo said, "somehow she got not dead anymore."

Hedge nodded, his eyes narrowing. "So! You were sent on a dangerous quest to rescue me. Excellent!"

"Um." Piper got to her feet, hoping out her hands so Coach Hedge wouldn't attack her. "Actually, Glee—can I still call you Coach Hedge? Gleeson seems wrong. We're in a quest dove something else. We kind of found you by accident.

"Oh." The coach's spirits seemed to deflate, but only for a second. Then his eyes lit up again. "But there are no accidents! Not on quests. This was meant to happen! So, this is the witch's lair, eh? Why is everything gold?"

"Gold?" Ariadne looked around. From the way Jason, Leo, and Piper caught their breath, she guessed they hadn't noticed yet either.

The room was full of gold—the statues, the tea set Hedge had smashed, the chair that was definitely a throne. Even the curtains—which seemed to have opened by themselves at daybreak—appeared to be woven of gold fiber.

"Nice," Leo said. "No wonder they got so much security."

"This isn't—" Piper stammered. "This isn't Medea's place, Coach. It's some rich person's mansion in Omaha. We got away from Medea and crash landed here."

"It's destiny, cupcakes!" Hedge insisted. "I'm meant to protect you. What's the quest?"

Before they could decide to explain or just shove Coach Hedge back into his cage, a door opened at the far end of the room.

A pudgy man in a white bathrobe stepped out with a golden toothbrush in his mouth. He had a white beard and one of those long, old fashioned sleeping caps pressed down over his white hair. He froze when he saw them, and the toothbrush fell out of his mouth.

He glanced into the room behind him and called, "Son? Lit, come out here, please. There are strange people in the throne room."

Coach Hedge did the obvious thing. He raised his club and shouted, "Die!"

It took all four of them to hold back the satyr.

"Who, Coach!" Jason said. "Bring it down a few notches."

A younger man charged into the room. Ariadne guessed he must be Lit, the old guy's son. He was dressed in pajama pants with a sleeveless t-shirt that said cornhuskers, and he held a sword that looked like it could husk a lot of things besides corn. His ripped arms were covered in scars, and his face, framed by curly dark hair, would've been handsome if it wasn't also sliced up.

Lit immediately zeroed in on Jason like he was the biggest threat, and stalked toward him, swinging his sword overhead.

"Hold on!" Piper stepped forward, trying for her best calming voice. "This is just a misunderstanding! Everything's fine." Lit stopped in his tracks, but he still looked wary. It didn't help that Hedge was screaming, "I'll get them!"

"Don't worry!"

"Coach," Jason pleaded, "they may be friendly. Besides, we're trespassing in their house."

"Thank you!" said the old man in the bathrobe. "Now, who are you, and why are you here?"

"Let's all pit our weapons down," Piper said. "Coach, you first."

Hedge clenched his jaw. "Just one thwack?"

"No!" Piper insisted.

"What about a compromise? I'll kill them first, and if it turns out they were friendly, I'll apologize."

"No," Piper said.

"Meh." Coach Hedge lowered his club.

Piper looked at Ariadne who still held Lunacy in hand. The girls battled it out with a few different expressions, before a pleasing look from Piper caused Ariadne to roll her eyes and exhale harshly. She tucked her ring back into her finger.

Piper gave Lit a sorry-about-that smile.

Lit huffed and sheathed his sword. "You speak well, girl—fortunately for your friends, or I would've run them through."

Ariadne gave a disgruntled look. If anyone hadn't known her, they would've assumed she was offended because of that comment, but she was, in fact, annoyed at the thought that this guy would even be able to run her through. She doubted he could.

The old man in the bathrobe sighed, kicking the teapot that Coach Hedge had smashed. "Well, since you're here. Please, sit down."

Lit frowned. "Your Majesty—"

"No, no, it's fine, Lit," the old man said. "New land, new customs. They may sit in my presence. After all, they've seen me in my nightclothes. No sense observing formalities." He did his best to smile, thought it looked a little forced. "Welcome to my humble home. I am King Midas."

Oh, Ariadne thought to herself, that makes sense.

"Midas? Impossible," said Coach Hedge. "He died."

They were sitting on the sofas now, while the king reclined on his throne. Tricky to do that in a bathrobe.

Lit stood behind the throne, both hands on his sword, glancing at Ariadne and Piper and flexing his muscular arms just to be annoying.

Piper sat forward. "What out satyr friend means, Your Majesty, is that you're the second mortal we've met who should be—sorry-dead. King Midas lived thousands of years ago."

"Interesting." The king gazed out the windows at the brilliant blue skies and the winter sunlight. In the distance, downtown Omaha looked like a cluster of children's blocks—way too clean and small for a regular city.

"You know," the king said, "I think I was a bit dead for a while. It's strange. Seems like a dream, does it, Lit?"

"A very long dream, Your Majesty."

"And yet, now we're here. I'm enjoying myself very much. I like being alive better."

"But how?" Piper asked. "You didn't happen to have a...patron?"

Midas hesitated, but there was a sly twinkle in his eyes. "Does it matter, my dear?"

"We could kill them again," Hedge suggested.

"Coach, not helping," Jason said. "Why don't you go outside and stand guard?"

Leo coughed. "Is that safe? They've got some serious security."

"Oh, yes," the king said. "Sorry about that. But it's lovely stuff, isn't it? Amazing what gold can still buy. Such excellent toys you have in this country!"

He fished a remote control out of his bathrobe pocket and pressed a few buttons—a passcode.

"There," Midas said. "Safe to go out now."

Coach Hedge grunted. "Fine. But if you need me..." He winked at Jason meaningfully. Then he pointed at himself, pointed two fingers at their hosts, and sliced a finger across his throat. Very subtle sign language.

"Yeah, thanks," Ariadne said, crossing her arms.

After the satyr left, Piper tried another diplomatic smile. "So...you don't know how you got here?"

"Oh, well, yes. Sort of," the king said. He frowned at Lit. "Why did we pick Omaha, again? I know it wasn't the weather."

"The oracle," Lit said.

"Yes! I was told there was an Oracle in Omaha." The king shrugged. "Apparently I was mistaken. But this is a rather nice house, isn't it? Lit—short for Lityerses, by the way—horrible name, but his mother insisted—Lit has plenty wide open space to practice his swordplay. He has quite a reputation for that. They called him the Reaper of Men back in the old days."

"Oh." Piper tried to sound enthusiastic. "How nice."

Lit's smile was more of a cruel sneer.

"So," Jason said. "All this gold—"

The king's eyes lit up. "Are you here for gold, my boy? Please, take a brochure!"

Ariadne looked at the brochures on the coffee table. The title said GOLD: Invest fir Eternity. "You sell gold?"

Despite knowing his story, she didn't assume he would sell it, but hoard it for himself.

"No, no," the king said. "I make it. In uncertain times like these, gold is the wisest investment, don't you think? Governments fall. The dead rise. Giants attack Olympus. But gold retains its value!"

Leo frowned. "I've seen that commercial."

"Oh, don't be fooled by cheap imitators!" the king said. "I assure you, I can beat any price for a serious investor. I can make a wide assortment of gold items at a moment's notice."

"But..." Piper shook her head in confusion. "Your Majesty, you gave up the golden touch, didn't you?"

The king looked astonished. "Gave it up?"

"Yes," Piper said. "You got it from some god—"

"Dionysus," the king agreed. "I rescued one of his satyrs, and in return, the god granted me one wish. I chose the golden touch."

The three demigods let their eyes flicker toward Ariadne's. The king, not Lit, had noticed. Her eyes already held a fierce emotion, one that commanded them all to keep their mouth's shut in mentioning her lineage: Don't say anything.

"But you accidentally turned your own daughter to gold," Piper remembered. "And you realized how greedy you'd been. So you repented."

"Repented!" King Midas looked at Lit incredulously. "You see, son? You're away for a few thousand years, and the story gets twisted all around. My dear, did those stories every say I lost my magic touch?"

"Well, I guess not. They just said you learned how to reverse it with running water, and you brought your daughter back to life."

"That's all true. Sometimes I still have to reverse my touch. There's no running water in the house because I don't want accidents"—he gestured to his statues—"but we chose to live next to a river just in case. Occasionally, I'll forget and pat Lit on the back—"

Lit retreated a few steps. "I hate that."

"I told you I was sorry, son. At any rate, gold is wonderful. Why would I give it up?"

"Well..." Piper looked truly lost now. "Isn't that the point of the story? That you learned your lesson?"

Midas laughed. "My dear, may I see your backpack for a moment? Toss it here."

Piper hesitated, but she wasn't eager to offend the king. She dumped everything out of the pack and tossed it to Midas. As soon as he caught it, the pack turned to gold, like frost spreading across the fabric. It still looked flexible and soft, but definitely gold. The king tossed it back.

"As you see, I can still turn anything to gold," Midas said. "That pack is magic now, as well. Go ahead—put your little storm spirit enemies in there."

"Seriously?" Leo was suddenly interested. He took the bag from Piper and held it up to the cage. As soon as he unzipped the backpack, the wind stirred and howled in protest. The cage bars shuddered. The door of the prison flew open and the winds got vacuumed straight into the pack. Leo zipped it shut and grinned. "Gotta admit. That's cool."

"You see?" Midas said. "My golden touch a curse? Please. I didn't learn any lesson, and life isn't a story, girl. Honestly, my daughter Zoe was much more pleasant as a gold statue."

"She talked a lot," Lit offered.

"Exactly! And so I turned her back to good." Midas pointed. There in the corner was a golden statue of a girl with a shocked expression, as if she were thinking, Dad!

"That's horrible!" Piper said.

"Nonsense. She doesn't mind. Besides, I'd id learned my lesson, would I have gotten these?"

Midas pulled off his oversized sleeping cap. Midas had long fuzzy gray ears sticking up from his white hair—like Bug's Bunny's, but they weren't rabbit ears. They were donkey ears.

"Oh, wow," Leo said. "I didn't need to see that."

Ariadne leaned forward. "You judged a music contest between Pan and Apollo, and you declared Pan the winner. Apollo said that you must have the ears of an ass, so those appeared."

Midas nodded. "Indeed, young lady. This was my reward for being truthful. I tried to keep them a secret. Only my barber knew, but he couldn't help blabbing." Midas pointed out another golden statue—a bald man in a toga, holding a pair of shears. "That's him. He won't be telling anyone's secrets again."

The king smiled. His eyes had a merry glow to them—the look of a madman who knew he was mad, accepted his madness, and enjoyed it. She supposed it was a side affect. "Yes, gold has many uses. I think that must be why I was brought back, eh Lit? To bankroll our patron."

Lit nodded. "That and my good sword arm."

Jason glanced at his friends. Suddenly the air in the room seemed much colder.

"So you do have a patron," Jason said. "You work for the giants."

King Midas waved his hand dismissively. "Well, I don't care for giants myself, of course. But even supernatural armies need to get paid. I do owe my patron a great debt. I tried to explain that to the last group that came through, but they were unfriendly. Wouldn't cooperate at all."

Ariadne narrowed her eyes. "The last group?"

"Hunters," Lit snarled. "Blasted girls from Artemis."

A chill ran down her spine. Thalia.

"When?" Jason demanded. "What happened?"

Lit shrugged. "Few days ago? I didn't get to kill them, unfortunately. They were looking for some evil wolves, or something. Said they were following a trail, heading west. Missing demigod—I don't recall."

Percy. Her heart seized tightly into a death grip on her. Annabeth and her had organized the Hunters to search for him out west while Grover went farther South, in hopes he would be found quickly.

Midas scratched his donkey ears. "Very unpleasant young ladies, those hunters," he recalled. "They absolutely refuse to be turned into gold. Much of the security system outside I installed to keep that sort of thing from happening again, you know. I don't have time for those who aren't serious investors."

Jason stood warily and glanced at his friends. They got the message.

"Well," Piper said, managing a smile. "It's been a great visit. Welcome back to life. Thanks for the gold bag."

"Oh, but you can't leave!" Midas said. "I know you're not serious investors, but that's all right! I have to rebuild my collection."

Lit was smiling cruelly. The king rose, and Leo and Piper moved away from him.

"Don't worry," the king assured them. "You don't have to be turned to gold. I give all my guests a choice—join my collection, or die at the hands of Lityerses. Really, it's good either way."

Piper tried to use her charmspeak. "Your Majesty, you can't—"

Quicker than any old man should've been able to move, Midas lashed out and grabbed her wrist.

"No!" Jason yelled.

But a frost of gold spread over Piper, and in a heartbeat, she was a glittering statue. Leo tried to summon fire, but he'd forgotten his power wasn't working. Midas touched his hands, and Leo transformed into solid metal.

Jason looked horrified. Ariadne stepped between him and the king with a hard glare.

Midas smiled apologetically. "Gold trumps fire, I'm afraid." He waved around him at all the gold curtains and furniture. "In this room, my power dampens all others: fire...even charmspeak. Which leaves me only two more trophies to collect."

"Hedge!" Jason yelled. "Need help in here!"

For once, the satyr didn't charge in.

Midas chuckled. "No goat to the rescue? Sad. Don't worry, my boy. It's really not painful. Lit can tell you."

His hand gripped onto Jason's tightly, and the blond boy was a golden statue by the time she glanced behind her.

Ariadne felt anger bubbling in her gut. "I choose combat. I choose to fight Lit instead."

Midas looked highly disappointed, but he shrugged. "I said huh could die fighting Lit. But of course, if you wish."

The king backed away, and Lit raised his sword.

"I'm going to enjoy this," Lit said. "I am the Reaper of Men!"

"Yeah, and I'm a fairy princess, stop naming completely impossible things." Ariadne summoned Lunacy, the vines along the blade glistening menacingly in the blazing sunlight peeking through the windows.

"Oh, gold weapon!" Midas said. "Very nice."

Lit charged.

The guy was fast. He slashed and sliced, but Ariadne was able to keep up, moving quicker than him in a way that was second nature for her. Lit's style was all offense and no defense—perfect.

Ariadne countered, sidestepped, and blocked. Lit seemed surprised to find him still alive.

"But you're just a girl," Lit growled. "I am the Reaper of Men."

Ariadne rolled her eyes in exasperation. "What is it with you Greek men being so misogynistic and sexist?" she asked. "And besides, you said men, and if you couldn't tell, I'm a woman."

She knocked his sword from his hand. It skittered across the floor. "Besides," she shrugged, "I'm the best damn sword fighter in the last few hundred years—get with the program, asshole."

Ariadne spun on one heel, her foot colliding with his chest, and sent him colliding into Midas's throne.

"Oh, dear," Midas said. "Lit?"

"I'm fine," Lit growled.

"You better help him up," Ariadne suggested.

Lit cried, "dad, no!"

Too late. Midas out his hand on his son's shoulder, and suddenly a very angry looking gold statue was sitting on Midas's throne.

"Curses!" Midas wailed. "That was a naughty trick, demigod. I'll get you for that." He patted Lit's golden shoulder. "Don't worry, son. I'll get you down to the river right after I collect this prize."

Midas raced forward. Ariadne dodged, but the old man was fast, too. His hand grabbed her arm, and an evil gleam flickered in his eyes.

But nothing happened. No gold spread across her skin turning her into a statue.

"What! Impossible," Midas exclaimed. Fea replaced his cruel look. "This can't be..."

Ariadne felt a crazed grin cross her lips. "Would you look at that, dear old dad saved me again." Midas had a confused look written onto his face. "Didn't you see the resemblance, Midas? Look at my eyes."

He did. His face was ashy when he realized why her eyes were a brilliant purple. Midas felt his hands trembling while he took a step back.

"You can't touch me, Midas," she threatened, her eyes gleaming. "You know what happens next?"

"W-what?" Midas stumbled.

There was a deep rumble beneath their feet. She held out a hand, while purple weaves through her fingers and around her arm like a snake, circling her neck like a lovable pet.

"You find the consequences of making a deal with Dionysus."

She smirked, and the ceiling was left staring at a gaping hole into the day. Thousands of vines swirled around the house in a flurry. Chunks of ceiling plaster crashed down. The chandelier groaned and snapped off its chain, and Midas screamed as it pinned him to the floor. The glass immediately turned to gold.

When the vines stopped, the curling power around her lashed out. It ripped the sofas to shreds. Midas cursed in Ancient Greek, thoroughly pinned under his chandelier. Her powers flooded everything, turning the gold chandelier back to glass. Midas couldn't hide his surprise.

Her powers was even changing Piper, Leo, and Jason slowly, along with the other statues in the room.

Then the front door burst open, and Coach Hedge charged in, club ready. His mouth covered with dirt, snow, and grass.

"What'd I miss?" he asked.

Ariadne snapped from her crazed stupor, but her powers still ripped the house apart. The vines kept a wall of protection around the house. "Where were you," she demanded. It seemed as if her powers took no effort at all to conjure. "We needed help."

Hedge belched. "Getting a snack. Sorry. Who needs killing?"

"No one, now!" Ariadne said. "Just grab Leo. I'll get Piper and Jason."

"Don't leave me like this!" Midas wailed.

All around him the statues of his victims were turning to flesh—his daughter, his barber, and a whole lot of angry looking guys with swords.

Ariadne grabbed Piper's golden bag and her own supplies.

Then she made a shield over the golden statue of Lit on the throne. Hopefully that would keep the Reaper of Men from turning back to flesh—at least until after Midas's victims did.

"Let's get going," Ariadne told Hedge. "These guys need some quality time with Midas."

Once they left the door, she gave Midas a cruel smirk, slamming it shut. Then, the house was covered in vines, locking into place.

Hedge glanced over at the girl who had Piper and Jason slung over her shoulders and realized what he had just seen, and a fearful work in his head.

What Ariadne had just achieved, could only have been done by god.

authors note:

Boom!

I finished catching up with WandaVision and JENSNSN ITS SO GOOD WANDA IS SO POWEFFUK SHES MY IDOL OLEASE I WANNA BE HER AND ARIADNE

also! With Ariadne's madness powers, imagine it like Wanda's powers out purple!

WE HIT 100K ON HORNS AND SWORDS

IM SCREAMING

THANK YIU SO MUCH FOR FOLLOWING THIS IT MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME AND THANK YOU TO ALL OF YOU JENENSN IT WARMS MY HEART YOU ENJOY IT

but year Ari is an icon and powerful

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