Percy Jackson – Short Stories – The Stolen Chariot

I couldn’t kill him. He was immortal. But you wouldn’t have known that from his expression. The fear god looked afraid.

I could hear their little minds whispering, Son of the sea god! Son of the sea god! It’s great when you’re a celebrity to squids.

He gulped. “There will be a next time, Jackson!”

“They’re minor gods,” she said. “Phobos is fear. Deimos is terror.”

They’re his regular charioteers, see. And they don’t like anybody else getting to drive. So they stole the chariot from me and chased me off with those stupid arrow-throwing birds.”

“Your dad’s pets?”

She nodded miserably. “They guard his temple. Anyway, if I don’t find the chariot . . .”

“My immortal brothers. Phobos and Deimos.”