The New Moon, Son of Artemis.Getting Settled.

I am usually better at this

Ohh no. I have her bad luck. "What usually happens when you give people your bad luck?" "They usually die grewsomely. Get stuck in a meat grinder, die of heat in the trunk of a car, fall on their own blade, their arrows fly back at them, it's pretty bad." No no no no no no no no no. This can't happen to me. I am alive because of my luck. "Is there any way to give you back your luck?" Sophie looked up and to the left, she was pretending to think about it. "Not that I've seen. No" Wonderful, I am going to die painfuly. Unless... "I think I may know someone who can help us out. He is a son of Hermes and has methods. He isn't welcome anywhere, thats why I know him well enough. Don't ask questions you don't want to know the answers to is emphasized here." I began to walk to the east, to a trail out of the clearing, when a cyclopes walked from the west, on the same trail. It had long dreadlocks and some tatoos of him sttabing gods and goddeses. His eye was a deep purple and looked like flowing velvet. I snapped for my bow but clipped myself in the temple and fell backwards, snapping an arrow in half and digging the head deep into my back. I yelped in pain as it shook deeper into my mussle only causing me to bleed more. Sophie grabbed my Stygian blake from my sheath and leaped into battle, the wind giving her extra lift and blowing some dirt into the creatures eye. It's hands were at it's eye when she struck, feet with a thud onto the monster forcing its breath from its lungs. As the hellion stumbled back she stabbed through its neck and sliced through the front of it, leaving a large gap, ichor flowing profusely from the wound. The Cyclopes submitted with it's life and fell back before flying up in dust. I tried to leap forward with my vial to collect the dust, but fall onto the tempered glass, driving chunks into my mid section. I muttured under my breath ancient egyptian curses and elbowed myself up. Sophie started to look at my wounds and said, "You need a hospital." "No." She gave me a look like it was suposed to change my mind. "I don't do hospitals. The fact that they put pointy thing into me, I usualy try to avoid that." "Not this time Jack, you need to have them operate, the arrow head is deep." I sat up, the pain arcing through out my body almost making me convulse in pain and scream. I focused and stood up though, determined not to fail. She eyed me suspisiously, seeming to see through my act, but I began to walk. I was about ten yards down the trail when I twisted wrong and the projectile hit a nerve cluster. The pain was overwehlming and I fell to my knees, then onto my face and stomach. Sophie walked up to me, taking her sweet time with a smirk across her face. "Hospital." She said, under her breath with the finality to make the earth stop moving. "No" I croaked and passed out right there in the woods.