The harpy kept flying upwards until the treetops were below us. I tried to wriggle out of her death-grip, but it was no use. So in order to escape I did the next best thing; kick her in the face.
I swung my body with enough force to slam my foot in between her beady eyes. Her grip loosened, giving me the chance to climb onto her back. She shook violently and did a few barrel rolls in air in order to get me off.
10/10 would not recommend this style of flying. If this kept up, I was pretty sure I would pass out from vertigo. To keep that from happening I latched onto the harpy's flapping wings and tugged on them. We dove straight for the ground.
Now I understand how physics works, but this is a mythological monster we're talking about, gravity doesn't apply to this situation.
I tried to steer us downwards, not wanting mortals to see us. Even though the mist can cover up demigod tracks, I doubt that I would be able to explain this to an unsuspecting pilot flying around in the dead of night.
Steering a harpy was like steering a car while it was hydroplaning. There was just no way to control it. She screamed at me to let go, and I would if I were able, but falling to my demise wasn't on my to-do list.
The treetops were now visible which meant impact was going to come soon. I saw the young boy who I was assigned to help, he was looking upwards searching for me. When he spotted me he started waving his arms in the air as if he were guiding me to land. I happily accepted the help.
Tugging on the wings one more time I drove the harpy into the ground next to the boy. He jumped back startled but didn't dare approach. Smart.
She looked upwards to face me, her face caked with dirt and dead leaves. My eyes stared into hers which were filled with rage. I must've made a good first impression.
The wing I was holding onto suddenly flapped violently, knocking me off the harpy. She took this as a chance to get up and tower over me.
"Di immortal scum!" She screeched, launching herself at me.
I raised my arms out of defense, not realizing my eyes were glowing. A split second before I could become shredded meat a white light shone from my eyes and searing pain shot through my body.
"A'max" I muttered softly, unaware of what I was doing.
Immediately the harpy's body caught on fire, and just like that there were nothing but ashes left. Once I regained control of myself I stood up. My hands were shaking, but not from the pain, it was from what just happened. Was anyone around to see it? I was only trying to protect the boy....
The boy! I whipped my head around to see the boy hiding behind a large bush. He was crouched over in a fetal position, eyes shut tightly. That meant he didn't see anything, good.
Taking in a deep breath to compose myself, I made my way over the bush and lightly rustled the leaves.
"Hey..." I said, my voice becoming soft. "You can come out now.
The boy opened his eyes slightly. I held out my hand in a gentle manner, like how a parent would coax a child out of their hiding place.
"Are they gone?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded. Using my thumb to brush away a tear that was rolling down his face. Blood trickled down from the cut in his cheek, thankfully it didn't look that deep. I placed my other hand onto his back. His whole body was trembling. Poor thing.
I didn't notice his arms wrapping around my torso until I was engulfed in a hug. The tears came back, and flowed down like rivers. Choked sobs came out of his throat followed by sporadic hiccups.
"It's okay child, calm down... The chicken ladies are gone." The air seemed to lighten slightly, and his shaking calmed down. "Let's get out of here."
The clouds of the night shifted, allowing the moonlight to pierce through. It chose to shine on us, (thanks dad.) Now I could see the boy's face more clearly. Curly brown hair reached right above his eyebrows, freckles were dotted all around his peach skin complexion, and his blue irises seemed to glow like a nightlight.
Based on all that, I could tell he was the son of Aphrodite, no one could have gone through all that running and fighting and still look like they hadn't been attacked. He looked up at me, a weak smile tugged at his lips. I ruffled his hair and helped him up.
"C'mon... umm-" That's when I realized I hadn't caught his name, probably because I was too busy running from monsters when I first picked him up. "I'm sorry what's your name?" I asked.
"Paxton." He replied. "My name is Paxton Clares."
Clares, where have I heard that name before? Ah, I remember now, Austin Clares was a famous fashion designer in New York who worked on many popular movies. I hope he's ok with me temporarily kidnapping his son off the streets.
"We should probably get going." I say, not wanting to wait and see if an angry celebrity was coming after us.
Paxton nods and follows me as we walk in the direction of a large hill. Once we reach the top we pass by Thalia's tree with no problem. Upon entering the barrier that keeps us protected, I sigh in relief. This was a success!
"Rox Anne!" Will angrily shouts.
Styx.
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Rox Anne & the Demigod Wars: The Gods' Legacy
AdventureRox-Anne Noor hates difficult choices. But she should've known being a demigod meant a lot of choices, many of which are unpleasant. It's been years since she's left her home. Away from her lovely parents, safe haven, and amazing brother. Why did sh...
