The Pact

Chapter 28: I Want To Be a Horse

Equus POV:

I laid there sniffling, tears cascading down my cheeks, and looked around, only using my eyes, and saw Thesis grinning evilly. I forced my body into motion as I stood wobbly, looking at him with a blank face. I honestly could care less about what happened right now, he could kill me, and I wouldn't care. I didn't even want to exist.

I shifted to my familiar eight-legged horse form and stood there, taking in the comforting sense of being a horse. As a horse, you don't have to do anything. All you have to do is eat, sleep, drink, and poop every so often. Honestly, that's the life—none of the annoying emotions, feelings, or self-deprecating memories. Also, as a plus, no one can talk to you besides other horses, so you can ignore people as much as possible without them getting too annoyed. I huffed and turned away from Thesis; I didn't want to deal with this.

Couldn't I just be a horse? Please? I just want to be a horse. Forever.

I heard Thesis chuckle, and suddenly I appeared beside him in a different environment.

My large horse eyes widened, and I made squealing noises as I tried to run away. I knew this place. I knew it. Get away, away, away, away. My mind shrieked at my legs to move, but I couldn't. I looked pleadingly at Thesis, who merely looked down and smiled in such an evil way I wasn't sure it could be described as a smile.

"Welcome Equus, to five years in the past," that statement fueled my desire to get away. I didn't want to relive this; I couldn't.

"Oh hush now, don't make me force you out of a comfortable form," he threatened, and I stopped squealing. I was unable to move both my legs and head. I couldn't close my eyes, either; I was being forced to watch something unfold that I lived through. I felt resentment run through me, eight legs, eight of them, and I couldn't move them. What's the point of having more legs if you cant move them? I scolded myself as I tried to focus away from whatever scheme Thesis was cooking up.

"Ah, here we go," the scene changed, and I tried to run away a second time. My mind pushing against whatever Thesis did to stop me from moving. I shouted and screamed internally at my hooves, telling them to move. My mind when blank when I heard her speak, no longer screeching so I could listen to her voice, loud and clear.

"Don't worry about us! Go! You know the plan!" my eyes tunneled in on my Wise Girl. Her beautiful curly blonde hair tangled from fights, cuts scattered across her tan skin, and her gray eyes filled with determination and hope. Her Camp Half-Blood t-shirt was ripped through in some places, showing off the black sports bra she had on underneath. The jean shorts she wore were littered with dirt and golden dust patches, and some areas had bloodstains. The brown belt holding her shorts tight against her waist was stained with blood and sweat, making it look spotted instead of a solid color.

I watched myself nod towards Annabeth and run full sprint through the hordes of monsters, summoning a hurricane around me to get through easier. Past me hacked and slashed at the surrounding monsters as both camps, united, ran forwards, following into battle. The seven yelled a war cry and worked together, taking down their own large section of the army.

Past me whirled and slashed, making his way to the leader of the monsters, cutting down random hellhounds, dracaena, empousa, and laistrygonian giants. He mercilessly stabbed into the eye of a cyclops and separated the torso of a centaur from his horse half, recognizing the enemies from his family. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Past me made it to the earth primordial, Gaea. She laughed heartily at the war unfolding in front of her, enjoying the smell of blood and dust in the air. The chaos she made come to pass as she drunk it all in.

"So, Perseus Jackson, what are you going to do? You cannot defeat me by simply stabbing me. You cannot defeat me by simply taking me from my domain. How will you save the entirety of this race when there is no true way of killing me?" Gaea taunted, and I saw myself tense at the name she used as if understanding completely that she was an enemy.