The Sacred Thievery

Chapter IV: Transportation.

No one moved. For a minute, everyone froze, still stunned by what just happened.

I decided to break the ice, which was ironic, because my blood had run cold a while ago. "S-so, are we going to get out of here now?" I said. "I'm not in the mood to die today."

The arrow hummed from Jesse's pocket. Yes, the boy is right. We must leave. I sense more monsters are coming, and I may not even be able to impale all of them.

Its words sent jolts down my spine. "Jay," I began. "How many monsters are in this building?" I gulped as I waited for the answer.

A flock of about twenty Stymphalian birds are in the building.

"Blast!" Jesse hissed.

We have to be going, the arrow urged.

So I ran. Towards the door. Jesse and Leroy saw me, and followed as I went. It was just down the hall, and I figured we could get there in time.

I was wrong.

Halfway there, I heard many wings beating against the now cold air. The sound of many birds flying down at once.

The first couple swooped down. Jesse's expression tensed. As if reacting to her thoughts, the arrow flew out of her pocket, darted through the first bird's open beak, and stabbed through the back end. It redirected in a way that shouldn't be possible at its unbelievable speed, turning left, and killing two more birds by stabbing through their side wings.

RUN! It shouted as the birds explode into feathers and golden dust.

Me and Leroy turned to run, but Jesse hesitated. Leroy patted her shoulder, and she turned, heading for the door to freedom. Leroy's left shoe came off when he took off, and I saw a hoof instead of a foot. He shook off the right, one, revealing another one.

He got ahead of me easily, moving much quicker with his hooves instead of shoes. Jesse's eyes widened, but she doesn't speak, just purses her lips, like she's forcing herself not to make a sound before she gets out.

Behind the door, I saw something. Like a shadow on the wrong side, of what seems like a person. But I saw only, one, so whatever it was out there, it must have been better to fight than a swarm of carnivorous birds. To remind me, I heard a few birds flying behind us.

As we close in to the door, I lifted my sneaker and kicked open the door with all my might in an attempt to smack whatever is outside upside the head.

The door stops midswing.

A muscular arm held the door. It was nothing irregular, except for the subtle fact that there are about 15 eyes on it, from shoulder to fingertips, which caused me to break the Olympic world record for how high someone can jump. The many blue pupils all looked at me, Jesse, and Leroy, expectantly, not blinking despite the rain.

I look up, and see a tall man with eyes covering his body. He was wearing a large and wet orange T-shirt that has a pegasus on it, and the words 'Camp Half-Blood' written below the winged horse. He has blue jeans on as well, with slippers on his feet. There were bulges under his clothes, presumably more eyes. His other arm held a wooden club handle, which is over his shoulder, the bronze club head shining behind his eye-covered head.

"Argus!" Leroy shouted. Argus' eyes turn to the satyr. "Quick, we need to get to camp!" He pointed at me and Jesse, panting loudly.

Argus turned his focus back to us. He rolled his many eyes in a disgusted manner, which makes me dizzy, not helping my nerves at all.

Just then, a Stymphalian bird bulleted through the door. Argus' eyes turned to it, and he swung his club, too easily for the weight the bronze club had to have. It slammed right into the bird's beak, plowing through it, and turning it into dust and feathers. Two more flew in to face the same fate.