Artemis the Loyal (Goddess Girls) by Holub Joan & Williams Suzanne

Author:Holub, Joan & Williams, Suzanne [Holub, Joan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Aladdin
Published: 2011-12-06T00:00:00+00:00

10

Keep Away

HALFWAY THROUGH THE NEXT MATCH, Artemis nudged Athena, “I’m going to go find Apollo. See you later.” They wiggled their fingers at each other as Artemis left. Once outside the arena, she squeezed her eyes shut and tried chanting again:

“Come, my twin, give me a clue—

a picture I can use to find you!”

After a few seconds, a vision of a room swam into view. It was blurry, though, so Apollo must still be blocking her, Artemis thought. Likely he was concentrating so hard on something else that he’d half-forgotten to shut her out. Now was her chance to find him!

She squinted, trying to figure out what she was seeing. Long things . . . breadsticks? No . . . batons? No! Textscrolls! Lots and lots of textscrolls on shelves. The MOA library? It had to be. Maybe he’d gone there to study for the Revenge-ology quiz. To tell the truth, she should be doing the same, not chasing after her brother!

Nevertheless, Artemis raced back to the Academy to look for him. Bursting through MOA’s front doors, she hurried up the hall and then downstairs to the library. “Apollo?” she called out as she entered.

Mr. Eratosthenes, the librarian, looked up. He was wearing some weird binocular-looking glasses, so she couldn’t see his eyes. A mapscroll lay unfurled on the desk before him, and it appeared he’d been making notations on it. His lips moved like he was saying something, but she couldn’t hear him. He was the quietest librarian—or person—she’d ever met.

Artemis glanced around the room, but except for Mr. Eratosthenes, the place was deserted. “Have you seen my brother, Apollo?” she asked.

Mr. Eratosthenes lifted a hand and focused his binoculars in her direction, as if to see her better. “Godboy? Taller than you, but same dark hair and eyes?”

His voice was too quiet to hear, but she’d read his lips this time. “Yes, that’s him.”

The librarian glanced around the room. “He’s not here,” he announced. At least that’s what she thought he’d said. Either that or “Bee snot fear,” and that made no sense. Refocusing the binoculars again, he went back to making notes on his mapscroll. Every time he wrote something, Artemis noticed that it caused the map to magically alter. Boundaries between lands shifted, seas grew or shrunk, and mountain ranges sprang up.

“Was he here earlier?” she persisted. Honestly, it was like pulling teeth to get anything out of this guy. Weren’t librarians supposed to help kids seeking information?

“Possibly,” he whispered, not looking up from his work. “Do you expect me to remember everyone who comes in and out of here?”

Ye gods, thought Artemis. The place was empty. Apparently Mr. Eratosthenes was so caught up in his mapscroll he couldn’t pay attention to the comings and goings of even one single student!

Artemis took a quick tour around the library on her own, but Apollo was nowhere to be found. She was sure he’d been here, though—she’d seen this place in her vision!

The library shelves were stacked high, but the most valuable and rare scrolls in here were housed in storage cabinets, called armaria.

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