Chapter 2

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After a night spent in the woods Azalea was ready to finish her quest.

Or so she hoped.

She really disliked being away from her friends. They were like a family to her.

Her mother was absent since she was a goddess.

Her father, her dear father died protecting her from the Minotaur when she was five. She always felt guilty for his death. If it wasn't for her maybe he would have been alive, enjoying his life.

Her grandmother, who took her in and cared for her, was killed by a mysterious illness.

Her only relative was her sweet and caring aunt Poppy, her father's younger sister.

Poppy considered Azalea her daughter since she refused to marry.

They had an amazing mother-daughter relationship and Lea missed her.

They had an amazing mother-daughter relationship and Lea missed her

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Azalea followed the path made by the trees.

After a few hours she finally found the monster she searched for.

Except that it was not alone.

Nooo! She couldn't have to fight a single monster! No. She had to fight four!

'The Fates must hate me.'

The Creatan  Bull and three helhounds.

Amazing!

'Come on Lea! You can do it!'

She tiptoed behind a huge stone.

Taking small breaths she searched the backpack from Hermes for any useful thing.

She found a small blanket.

'Alright! It seems I am ready for a rodeo!'

With her trusty sword in her hand and the blanket in the other she sneaked behind the Cretan Bull and started moving the piece of fabric.

It quickly gained the attention of the bull. It also gained the attention of the helhounds.

When the bull charged towards her she side steped and allowed it to  hit a nearby rock.

With a swift move of her hand she trapped the three smaller monsters in a cage made of leafs.

"I will take my revenge! I will defeat you!"Azalea said before making the ground raise her.

Her sword clashed with the monster's leg. Now that it was injured she had an advantege.

She slided on the leaves and with her sword left a small cut on the neck of the bull.

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