Of Gods and Monsters
written by [offline]Rowan Blackthorn
Evie has always been... different. She's seen weird things, and doesn't know what to make of them; but it all changes when she gets attacked and is helped out of danger by an unlikely savior. (Percy Jackson fan fic)
Last Updated
05/31/21
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Riddles and math problems
Chapter 27
I fished the crumpled up piece of paper out of the trash bucket and smoothed it out. Written in gold ink (yet surprisingly legibly for us demigods to read) was a riddle of sorts.
“What does it say?” asked Cress, trying to look over my shoulder.
“It’s a riddle,” I reply, then read it out. “’I keep you from the outside world, yet at the same time, I let you see it.’”
“Don’t look at me, I’m bad at riddles,” said Jake, shrugging.
“Well… what keeps us from ‘the outside world’?” said Cress. “A door does,” she added, gesturing to the one that was in the room.
“That can’t be it, because we can’t see through doors.” I said. “Unless it was glass. Wait!” I exclaimed. “ A window! It’s a window!” I rushed over to the window that was in the room. However, it was one-way glass, meaning that I couldn’t see past it. Or maybe there was simply nothing to see behind it.
I moved aside the curtains, and another piece of paper fell out. This one, however, wasn’t a riddle. In fact, it was what seemed like a math problem. I gave a small laugh.
“’Similar pattern. 2-4-16.’ And under that there’s a three followed by three question marks,” I said, looking at the paper. “It’s just the numbers to the power of two. 2 times 2 is 4, and 4 times 4 is 16. Which means our code should be,” I paused, doing a couple of calculations in my head. “3-9-81.”
Jake input the code into the pin pad, and the drawer opened with a mechanical hiss. Inside it, as I had expected, was a key; except I doubted that it would open the wooden door. It was about half the size of a normal door key. I picked it up and looked around.
“Well what now?” asked Cress, looking annoyed. As if triggered by her voice, the room changed; but since there wasn’t an owl flying through a hole in the ceiling this time, we all saw how it happened. The walls of the room and the furniture in it turned translucent, and behind it, we could see bronze gears turning. Then, the walls solidified again; but this time, the room looked as if we were in a prison. And sadly enough, we were on the wrong side of the bars.
“What does it say?” asked Cress, trying to look over my shoulder.
“It’s a riddle,” I reply, then read it out. “’I keep you from the outside world, yet at the same time, I let you see it.’”
“Don’t look at me, I’m bad at riddles,” said Jake, shrugging.
“Well… what keeps us from ‘the outside world’?” said Cress. “A door does,” she added, gesturing to the one that was in the room.
“That can’t be it, because we can’t see through doors.” I said. “Unless it was glass. Wait!” I exclaimed. “ A window! It’s a window!” I rushed over to the window that was in the room. However, it was one-way glass, meaning that I couldn’t see past it. Or maybe there was simply nothing to see behind it.
I moved aside the curtains, and another piece of paper fell out. This one, however, wasn’t a riddle. In fact, it was what seemed like a math problem. I gave a small laugh.
“’Similar pattern. 2-4-16.’ And under that there’s a three followed by three question marks,” I said, looking at the paper. “It’s just the numbers to the power of two. 2 times 2 is 4, and 4 times 4 is 16. Which means our code should be,” I paused, doing a couple of calculations in my head. “3-9-81.”
Jake input the code into the pin pad, and the drawer opened with a mechanical hiss. Inside it, as I had expected, was a key; except I doubted that it would open the wooden door. It was about half the size of a normal door key. I picked it up and looked around.
“Well what now?” asked Cress, looking annoyed. As if triggered by her voice, the room changed; but since there wasn’t an owl flying through a hole in the ceiling this time, we all saw how it happened. The walls of the room and the furniture in it turned translucent, and behind it, we could see bronze gears turning. Then, the walls solidified again; but this time, the room looked as if we were in a prison. And sadly enough, we were on the wrong side of the bars.
