The Lost God

CHAPTER FOUR: I MEET THE HORSE MAN

It turns out that the howl was in fact not of a golden retriever.

I wouldn't have minded any other breed. A Labra, a German Shephard, a Husky. But no, this breed of animal was definitely not your average guard dog.

It was a mastiff, which I actually don't have that big of a problem with. But it was the size of a freaking rhino which glowing red eyes that looked hungry enough to eat us.

I personally don't see why anyone would want to eat me; I am too skinny the creature wouldn't even be full. When again, it was so big to fulfil its hunger you'd have to weigh at least 150 kg (330.693 pounds for someone who doesn't understand metric system) and I am pretty sure even then there's a possibility it may still remain hungry.

"Shit, that's a hellhound." Exclaimed Percy.

"What if that's Mrs. O'Leary?" asked Annabeth.

"Doesn't sound like her." Percy replied. "Common run, I don't want become dog food."

We sprinted toward the glassy hill that had a lots of strawberries growing. The strawberries looked juicy but we didn't have time to admire them.

We almost made it, but the giant mastiff, or hellhound as Percy calls it, was much faster than us. Percy looked at Annabeth and told us, "You take Rory to the camp, I'll deal with the hellhound."

"I am not leaving you." Annabeth told him with a frown. Percy took out a pen from his pocket. What is he going to do with a pen? Write a love letter to the giant dog?

Then he uncapped the pen and it grew into the graceful sword from when I met him. "Woah."

Percy smiled at me but then looked at Annabeth, "One of us have to take Rory away."

"I can fight." I protested.

"Your knives are normal metal. They won't harm it." Replied Percy. "Annabeth go! One of us has to fight it. Besides, I've fought worse."

She looked at him for a second but then the howls started to get louder. She grabbed my hand and we ran for the hills. Literally.

I didn't like the idea of leaving Percy alone. So maybe I don't have a magic sword like him, but he doesn't have to make me leave. I could have helped in some way or another. That's not fair. The hellhound was so big, how could he fend himself on his own?

We kept on running until we reached a gateway like architecture where it was written on Camp Halfblood. At first I was confused that I was able to read what was written on top. Then I realised that the language it was written in was not English. Then I was further more confused at the fact that I somehow knew it was written in Greek, and I understood it.

"I think I am going crazy." I told Annabeth, a little out of breath. "But is that Greek? And for some reason I can read it?"

"You are not crazy." Replied Annabeth, also out of breath. "It's a demigod thing. Our brain is rewired for Greek. That's why we have dyslexia. Greek comes natural to us but English is trouble."

I nodded. I still felt bad about leaving Percy back there? Would he be alright?

"Percy will be fine." Annabeth told me, as if she could read my mind. "He really has faced worse. A hellhound wouldn't be that much of trouble for him."

I nodded, but I wasn't sure if it was going to feel good hearing that. That hellhound was terrifying.

We entered the camp and she explained why we were safe here and something about the camp boundary etc. I listened to her, but my mind was currently distracted.

That's when a boy came to us. He has shaggy blonde hair that looked like they glowed in the sunlight light Rapunzel from that Disney movie Tangled. His eyes were blue like the sky and he had a tanned surfer like physique. He looked so much like me I swear he could have been my twin.

"Annabeth! You are here!" exclaimed the blonde guy. "Where is Percy? And who is this."

"This Rory. We met her on our way to the camp. Rory, this is Will Solace, head counsellor of the Apollo Cabin and the camp's main healer." Spoke Annabeth and I waved at him. His smile was bright, like when you see straight towards the Sun. I didn't see how someone who was most like somewhat around my age, most likely just one year older if anything could be the camp healer. Then I remembered that he's from the Apollo cabin, which means he's Apollo's son. "And Percy decided he can take on a hellhound on his own. So, he's fighting it."

Will cursed and sighed, "I am going to prepare an infirmary room for him. Send Sherman to help him perhaps. You go take her to Chiron."

Annabeth nodded and took me to this building called the Big House. Most people will agree that the building was indeed big, but after living in my mum's penthouse, my definition of big was different than most. I was painted a pretty shade of pastel blue and white. There was this eagle weather vane thing with wind chimes for some reason.

We entered inside and there were two people in the room. One was a man with a chubby face and black curly hair and a red nose. His blue eyes were completely bloodshot, like he had spent his entire life drinking more alcohol than it can be good for you. He wore a tiger printed shirt.

The second person was what shocked me though. His upper body was normal with a kind face that looked like would belong to a dad of some teenager. He had thinning brown hair, bushy eyebrows, intense brown eyes and a scruffy beard. But his lower was half was that of a white stallion.

A fucking white stallion!

"Ah, Annabeth. I see you've arrived." The horse man said with a kind smile, then he looked at me and asked, "And who might you be, young lady?"