Aphrodite the Beauty (Goddess Girls) (8 page)

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the truth. Then it dawned on her. She could
help
him find just the right girl. But first things first. Changing the subject, she said, "Hippomenes's race is tomorrow. You said I should ask if there was anything you could do to help." She paused. "Is your offer still open?"

"Of course," Hephaestus said readily.

She told him her plan.

"That's brilliant," he said. "How many apples do you want me to make?"

"Three should do the trick," said Aphrodite. "I hope so anyway."

Hephaestus nodded, then rose from the bench. "I'll get started now. That way they'll be ready for you first thing tomorrow morning."

"Thanks." She stood and gave him a hug. "You're a true friend."

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He smiled at her, turning a little pink. "I guess I can settle for that."

Aphrodite returned his smile. She hoped she could find a goddessgirl worthy of him!

Later that evening Aphrodite returned to Athena's room to help her with a Beauty-ology project. Using ground almonds, oats, yogurt, and crushed, dry lavender, they concocted a refreshing facial scrub. The two girls had just applied the resulting paste to their faces and throats when Artemis and Persephone came by.

"Godness!" Persephone shrieked, her pale face turning even paler than usual when Athena opened her door. "What's happened to you?"

When Aphrodite appeared in the doorway too, Artemis laughed. "Maybe I should get a doctor.

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Whatever Athena's got, it seems to be contagious."

"It's a facial mask. Want to try it?" Athena asked. "It feels great."

Soon all four girls had goop on their faces. "Good thing my dogs are in my room," said Artemis. "This stuff smells so good, they'd go crazy trying to lick if off." After rubbing the paste in with soft cloths, they waited twenty minutes, then trooped down to the hall bathroom to rinse off.

When they returned to Athena's room, Aphrodite told Persephone and Artemis about Hippomenes too. "It would be great if you'd all come with me to the race tomorrow," she said. "It's early enough that we should have time to get back before our classes start."

Athena looked up from her desk, where she'd been scribbling down the facial scrub recipe while Aphrodite

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recounted her story again. "I'll come," she said.

"Me too," echoed Persephone.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," said Artemis. "I'll bring my dogs too."

Hippomenes's eyes widened when he saw all four goddesses approaching the deserted sandy racecourse at dawn the next morning. Aphrodite introduced him to her friends. "Down, boys!" shouted Artemis when her hounds leaped up on him.

"That's okay," said Hippomenes, rubbing Amby under the chin. "We've met once before, so that makes us old friends."

From the bag she'd brought, Aphrodite pulled out the three golden apples Hephaestus had made. She'd asked him to come too, but he'd stayed up late to make

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the apples and had a paper he needed to finish before his first-period class.

The apples were perfectly round and polished to a high golden shine. Hephaestus had used all his skills as a metalsmith to craft them. Just like the bracelet, they were so irresistible that Aphrodite wished she could keep them herself. But after a moment's hesitation, she dropped the apples into Hippomenes's cupped hands.

"What do I do with these?" he asked.

"Keep them with you during the race," she told him. "You'll figure out how to use them when the time is right." More than that she would not tell him. He needed to be wise enough to puzzle some things out for himself.

"Thank you, O Wonderful and Beautiful Goddess," said Hippomenes, bowing. "I hope to prove worthy of your help."

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As a throng of people began gathering to watch the race, Aphrodite and her friends melted into the crowd. Minutes later, golden-haired Atalanta appeared, accompanied by her father, King Schoeneus.

After a few moments she left the king and joined Hippomenes at the starting line. Glancing at him with tender eyes filled with sadness, Atalanta crouched beside him, waiting for the signal to begin the race. Seconds later, the trumpets sounded, and they were off.

"Go, Hippomenes!" shouted the four goddessgirls.

At first he held his own, managing to race side by side with Atalanta, but after a while she began pulling ahead. Swift as a chariot, she sped farther and farther away.

"Faster, Hippomenes!" yelled the goddessgirls. Their voices blended together with those of the crowd, which

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was also urging the youth on. Squeezing her hands together Aphrodite willed him to think of the apples. At that moment Atalanta glanced over her shoulder to check on Hippomenes's speed. The action caused her to slow a little, and in that instant Hippomenes's face lit up as if an idea had struck him. Drawing the first apple from his sash, he tossed it into the air so that it rolled onto the track just ahead of Atalanta.

Transfixed by its shiny goldness, the girl hesitated, then bent to scoop it up. As she did so, Hippomenes dashed past her.

The crowd cheered, and the goddessgirls pumped their fists in the air. "Way to go, Hippomenes!" shouted Aphrodite. Pocketing the first apple, Atalanta soon caught up and passed him again. Reaching into his sash, Hippomenes drew out the second apple and

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flung it with all his might. It glinted in the morning sun as it rolled in front of Atalanta and came to rest at the edge of the track. As she darted over to pick it up, Hippomenes passed her once more.

By now the goal marks were in sight. But as before, Atalanta quickly drew even with Hippomenes and pulled ahead in a fresh burst of speed. "Oh no!" cried Aphrodite. Poor Hippomenes was breathing heavily, his sides heaving. But with his last bit of strength, he hurled the final golden apple. It struck the course at Atalanta's feet and bounced wide. Unable to resist, she swerved to follow. As she stooped to capture it, Hippomenes stumbled across the finish line.

A shout went up from the crowd, and just like the mortals around them, the goddessgirls jumped for joy and hugged one another. Hippomenes sent Aphrodite a

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wave of thanks as he trotted to a small stage that had been set up near the track. She smiled, waving back.

A palace attendant placed a wreath on Hippomenes's head, and Atalanta came to stand beside him. Smiling broadly, she held up the golden apples for all to see. "Hippomenes has won," she proclaimed loudly. "I am glad to give up the race, and that it is he who has won this victory from me."

"I will only count myself the true winner," said Hippomenes, gazing at her lovingly, "if you say I've won your heart."

Atalanta blushed. "And so you have."

The goddessgirls sighed.

"How romantic." Aphrodite's eyes shone bright as the golden apples as Atalanta took Hippomenes's hand and lead him to the king, who would soon be blessing

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their marriage. It felt good to have played a part in bringing the two young mortals together.

"Ye gods!" Athena exclaimed. "If we don't hurry back, we'll be late to class!" Luckily, the girls had worn their winged sandals. Now they loosened the ties to free the silver wings at their heels. As the ties twined around their ankles, the wings began to flap. Artemis's dogs raced along behind as, within minutes, the sandals whisked all four girls up the mountainside and through the clouds to the top of Mount Olympus.

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10 Perfect Matches

THAT AFTERNOON, AT APHRODITE'S INVITA-tion, Hephaestus joined the goddessgirls in the cafeteria for a snack. While sipping ambrosia shakes, the girls took turns telling him about the race.

As Persephone described the spellbound look on Atalanta's face when she glimpsed the first golden apple, Aphrodite noticed a goddessgirl with curly

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brown hair watching them from several tables away. There was a dreamy expression on her face as her pretty brown eyes settled on Hephaestus--the kind of expression Aphrodite often saw on her
own
admirers' faces. The girl looked away when she saw she'd been noticed gaping at him. "Do you know that goddessgirl?" Aphrodite interrupted, looking at Hephaestus and nodding her head in the girl's direction.

He glanced toward the brown-haired girl. "Sure. She's new here at MOA. Her name's Aglaia. She's in my Beast-ology class."

"Interesting," said Aphrodite. "She was looking at you just now."

He shrugged and turned back toward Persephone. "So then what did Hippomenes do?"

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Honestly,
thought Aphrodite,
sometimes godboys were so dense.
"Excuse me," she said, interrupting again. "But that girl wasn't just looking at you. She was looking at you like she
likes
you."

Artemis, Persephone, and Athena giggled. Blushing, Hephaestus glanced at Aglaia again, this time with a little more interest. Across the room, the new girl caught his eye. Her cheeks turned pink as she smiled shyly at him.

Aphrodite nudged him with her elbow. "Maybe you should go talk to her. Or if you'd like, we could invite her over here. I bet she'd enjoy hearing all about how your golden apples saved the day too."

Hephaestus's eyes twinkled. "Are you trying to fix me up?" He might not be handsome to her, Aphrodite

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thought, but there was something about the sparkle in his eyes that made him attractive nonetheless.
Inner
beauty, she realized. That's what the sparkle was.

"Of course I'm trying to fix you up," she said with a grin. "I'm the goddessgirl of love, after all. That's what I do."

"Fair enough," Hephaestus said. The four goddessgirls looked at him expectantly. "All right," he said at last. "I'll go talk to her." He took a deep breath, then stood up from the table. Shifting his weight, he leaned forward on his silver cane. "Well, here I go."

"Wait." On an impulse, Aphrodite hopped up and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

He covered his cheek with his palm, looking pleased and surprised. "What was that for?"

"For you--for being beautiful inside and out. Okay,

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now you can go." She made little shooing motions with her hands as her friends giggled again.

With a look of greater confidence, Hephaestus headed toward Aglaia's table. Having witnessed the kiss, she was frowning slightly now. Never mind, thought Aphrodite. Her reputation as MOA's most beautiful and sought-after goddessgirl probably wouldn't do Hephaestus any harm.

Seconds later, a group of godboys entered the cafeteria. Ares was with them. Seeing him this time, Aphrodite's heart didn't flutter like it usually did. He might be handsome, she thought, but he seemed to lack other more important qualities--like kindness and loyalty and generosity that Hephaestus and Hippomenes had shown.

Glimpsing the girls, Ares left his friends and

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swaggered over to their table. "Hey, Theeny," he said, ignoring the others. "Have you given any more thought to that thing we talked about?"

"Not at all," Athena said coolly. "And I'm not going to change my mind."

"Aw, Theeny," pleaded Ares. "Don't be that way."

"You should listen better," said Aphrodite. "As she told you before, her name's Athena, not Theeny."

Ares's head swung toward her. He smiled unkindly. "What's that, Bubbles?"

"Don't call her that!" growled Artemis. And from under the table her dogs growled too.

Persephone frowned at him. "I think you'd better leave."

"It's all right," said Aphrodite. "He probably said that without thinking--"

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Ares interrupted. "Not really, I--"

"The way he does most things," she finished.

Her friends burst into laughter.

With a snarl, Ares turned on his heel and stalked away.

Athena scowled at his back. "He and Medusa are two of a kind."

"That's for sure," said Persephone. "They're both
bullies.
"

"Talk about a perfect match," said Artemis. "Those two were made for each other."

"You are so right!" Aphrodite exclaimed. Her eyes sparkled as she said, "There've been a lot of rumors going around this week. How about if we start one of our own?"

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It wasn't long before the goddessgirls reassembled in Aphrodite's room. She handed Athena her red feather pen and a sheet of pink papyrus.

"What color should the roses be?" Athena asked.

"Red," said Persephone.

Aphrodite nodded. "Most definitely red."

"The flowers of loooove," Artemis said teasingly.

Athena quickly wrote down the order, addressing it to Hermes's Floral Delivery. Then she rolled up the papyrus sheet and tied a piece of ribbon around it. As she chanted the Send spell, the little scroll rose from Aphrodite's desk and zoomed toward her window. "Wait!" Aphrodite cried. But it was too late. The papyrus crashed against the windowpane, crumpling, then spiraling dizzily to the floor.