𝐃𝐄𝐉𝐀 𝐕𝐔 • Percy Jackson.

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 • edited.

❝ cyclops can really
     beat your ass. ❞

              "OH?" a sick low voice had groaned out, staring at the boy from above. "Seems I did find you." Their mouth twisted into a malicious grin. Amani's eyes shook at the monster in front of him, "cyclops." A name whispered out from his mouth, and while he wasn't sure how he knew the word, the cyclops laughed. "So you do know my kind. No wonder your scent..." He trailed off into another chuckle.

There was a pause of silence, a second at most, before a large hand went straight towards Amani. Towards his neck. With a sharp breath Amani ducked, the hand gripping nothing but the air. "What the fuck!" He had shouted, before scattering backwards and clumsily getting up. He ran, the monster not far behind him, and the fear held on. It wrapped itself around him and he couldn't think alongside his heartbeat.

"Bah-demigods! Always so slippery." He heard the cyclops complain before hearing quick and large footsteps start behind him.

He took a look behind.
He gulped.

He picked up the pace and his muscles screamed in response. He felt something wash over him and he leaned right. A fist soon appeared where he once stood. Cold sweat appeared on his back and he kept running. His legs powered through, leaving distance, and when he saw a choice between left and right at the end of the street he turned left. Into an alleyway and paused to scan the area. A little alleyway with a dead end was in eyesight. He cursed, hearing the footsteps get closer and he could imagine the grin the cyclops had.

He turned to a dumpster and where a group of trash cans stood. With grimace he hid in between, trying to catch his breath quietly. His mind was rolling, tens of thoughts were going through his head and he couldn't concentrate to grasp the meaning behind any. The footsteps got closer and he felt that if he moved his head, he would see the giant monster standing tall waiting for his dinner: A scrawny kid crouching behind trash cans. Him.

"Tch. Where's the damn half blood?" He heard the monster grumble, eager to find him.

Amani's head tingled at the word he had mentioned again. Half blood. He slowed his breathing while his hands fiddled with the golden ring. Previous days slowly came back to him. The dream: Eloise, gods, scents, monsters. Mrs. Dodds. He took a deep breath, bringing his hand closer to him. He took off the ring. Just as before, a golden sword shimmered into existence.

A bang echoed.

His heart jumped.

He gripped his sword, heart beat and his breathing aligned. He gulped trying to appease his dry throat and glanced above him.

He met a single blue eye, it was so close to him that he could see specks of gold within the iris. He shrunk back and the cyclops whispered,

"found you"

A grin was on his face, big and wide, that sent shivers down Amani's spine. Amani felt his breath on the back of his neck. His nose wrinkled at the foul smell from the monster's breath. Fear crawled up his neck and without thinking, he raised the sword in his hand, and plunged it into the golden eye. The monster tripped back, howling in pain.

Amani quickly ran out from the trash area, "you'll pay for that! you're done for half-blood, just come to me and let me end your suffering!" He shouted, aiming a punch, while his eye bled golden ichor, but he only hit the wall. Amani jumped out of instinct with a yelp, this is bad, he thought.

The two reached a stalemate. The cyclops blocked the exit of the alleyway leaving Amani by the wall. With every move the cyclops would try, Amani would raise his sword, and any time Amani moved, the Cyclops followed too. This lasted for a while until the monster had enough, "You damn half-blood! Let me eat you, your scent is too--" he didn't finish his sentence before letting out a roar and running towards him, raising his fist.