Dionysus and the Land of Beasts: Volume 14 - Rilegato

Joan Holub has authored and/or illustrated over 140 children’s books, including the Goddess Girls series, the Heroes in Training series, the New York Times bestselling picture book Mighty Dads (illustrated by James Dean), and Little Red Writing (illustrated by Melissa Sweet). She lives in North Carolina and is online at JoanHolub.com.

Suzanne Williams is a former elementary school librarian and the author of over seventy books for children, including the award-winning picture books Library Lil (illustrated by Steven Kellogg) and My Dog Never Says Please (illustrated by Tedd Arnold), and several chapter book and middle grade series. She also coauthors the Goddess Girls and Thunder Girls series with the fantastic Joan Holub. Visit her at Suzanne-Williams.com.

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.

Dionysus and the Land of Beasts



CHAPTER ONE

The Search for Lost Friends

I hope the last Olympian we are looking for has awesome powers,” Poseidon was saying. “Like . . . making treats appear out of nowhere.”

Nine kids, each ten years old, were hiking toward a valley in the heart of Greece. They looked like normal kids taking a walk on a sunny morning, but really, they were all Olympians—gods and goddesses destined to rule the land.

“Yeah, I hope he’s super strong!” agreed Hades.

“Well, I hope he is a she,” said his sister Hera. “We could use another girl around here.”

“Right,” agreed her sisters, Demeter and Hestia.

“I just hope the new Olympian isn’t a jerk,” Hephaestus grumbled. The silver skull on the end of his walking stick gleamed in the sunlight.

Hermes, a boy with golden-brown hair, was the only Olympian not walking. He flew in the air next to them, powered by magic winged sandals.

“Should I take that personally?” Hermes asked. “After all, right now I’m actually the new Olympian, until we find the last one.”

Hephaestus shrugged. “If the winged shoe fits . . .”

Gray-eyed Athena nudged Hephaestus. “I don’t think you want to start anything, Heff.”

“Are you forgetting that he loves to prank us?” Hephaestus asked.

Poseidon turned around. He had black hair, and eyes the color of a turquoise ocean. “Maybe he pranked us, but he saved us too! Hermes has mad skills! I still can’t believe he turned that monster into a bunch of stars in the sky!”

Ten-year-old Zeus, the leader of the Olympians, listened to the conversation, but did not join in. The black-haired boy with serious blue eyes had too much on his mind.

It hadn’t been that long ago that he had pulled a magical dagger (which he called Bolt) from a stone at the Temple of Delphi, and Pythia, who could see the future, had told him that he was an Olympian. He was a hero in training—a god destined to take down King Cronus and his evil Titans. Pythia had said that Zeus would rule with other Olympians, too. Kids just like him.

Since then, he’d been on a crazy adventure, a quest with no rest. One by one, he’d found the other Olympians. They’d searched for magical objects that would help them defeat King Cronus and his army.

Together, they had battled Titans with awesome powers. They had faced terrifying monsters. And they’d learned secrets. Zeus had discovered that he and some of the other Olympians were the sons and daughters of King Cronus himself. They were his brothers and sisters—and family he didn’t know he had.

The biggest battle hadn’t happened yet, but Pythia had said it would start soon. And they needed to find one last Olympian to complete their team. But first . . .

“We can’t even start looking for the last Olympian until we find the others,” Zeus spoke up. “Artemis, Ares, Aphrodite, and Apollo are still missing.”

“We haven’t stopped thinking about them, Zeus,” said his sister Demeter. Her green eyes looked worried. “I hope that nothing bad has happened to them.”

A few days ago, Pythia had told them to search for “hairy snakes.” (When she was looking into the future, her glasses sometimes got fogged up, and she couldn’t see things clearly.) The Olympians had split up into three groups to find the snakes. Ares, Apollo, Artemis, and Aphrodite had all headed toward the hot springs.

Zeus and his group had ended up finding the “hairy snakes”—a monster named Medusa with snakes for hair. When they’d returned to the village meeting place, they’d rejoined Hera’s group. But four of their friends were still missing.

“I’m sure they’re okay,” Hera said. “They’re probably just lost.”

“You should have let me go with Aphrodite’s group,” Hephaestus grumbled. “I wouldn’t have gotten lost.”

“You’re just jealous that Ares got to go with Aphrodite,” Hera said. She shook her head, and her golden-blond hair bounced on her shoulders. “Honestly, I don’t know what’s so great about that girl.”

Hephaestus blushed. “I’m not jealous,” he mumbled.

The group came to a fork in the path. To the right was a thick forest of oak trees. To the left, a field of pale green grass. It was dotted with purple flowers that swayed in the summer breeze. In the distance, Zeus could see a low mountain.

Zeus stopped and touched the stone disc that hung around his neck on a cord. The stone’s name was Chip, and it had been given to Zeus by Pythia. Chip was one of Zeus’s magical objects.

“Which way, Chip?” Zeus asked.

A green, glowing arrow appeared on the flat surface of the stone. It pointed left.

“This way!” Zeus called out, and the others followed him.

They walked for most of the morning. A few birds flew with Hermes overhead. Some insects with shiny green wings darted among the flowers. But they were the only company the Olympians had for a long time.

As the sun neared its highest point in the sky, the land sloped down. They made their way to the valley below the mountain. White smoke plumed from the top of the mountain and disappeared into the blue sky.

“Cool! It’s a volcano!” Hephaestus remarked.