Zane Williams and The Gods of Olympus

Chapter 31

(Disclaimer: I don't own anything portrayed here (Except the OCs). If the fact that this is on a Fanfiction site didn't tip you off, you're fucking stupid.)

(WARNING: This chapter is really, really gay. There's another warning down the line in the story, but this is an initial one.)

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The first thing that went through my mind when my vision returned was how shitty I felt. I felt as if every muscle In my body had been stretched, torn and ripped apart, only to knit themselves back together as shittlily as possible.

I felt water run over me, before slamming down close to where I lied against a rocky shore. Groaning, I pushed myself off my stomach and onto my back, trying to get a glimpse of where I was.

The first thing I noticed is that I was on an island, laying against the stone shore as small waves brushed over me. Water normally would try to kill me and tear me to pieces due to my parentage, but it left me alone at the moment.

I looked up in the air, seeing the clear, almost painfully blue sky. The smell of sweet scented plants filled my nose and the sound of running water filled my ears, as if it was running from a fountain.

I tried to push myself off the ground and stand up, only for every muscle in my body to spasm, and for me to collapse back on the ground.

I felt even weaker than I did after Vegeta Final Atonementing those grey men over six months ago, and that was saying something.

Before I could even attempt to get up once more, a hand on my shoulder stopped me. "Stay still. You are too weak to rise." The words were definitely feminine, but from the ground I couldn't get a good look on the speaker.

Ignoring the words of whoever spoke, I pushed myself up off the ground with every scrap of strength I could muster. I shakily stood up on the rocky shore, my legs more wobbly and shaky than jello. I heard the voice speak in surprise. "You are quite tenacious, hero."

Now barely standing, I got a good look on the person who spoke. It was a woman, or I should say a teenage girl. She looked maybe sixteen, but she could have easily been older or younger.

Her face was one of those ageless ones you say on a select few people. She was around five foot six and had a lithe build. She had long, caramel brown hair pulled into a single braid down her back.

She didn't have much of a figure in the chest department, but her hips were on the relatively wider side, but not overly so.

I couldn't stay standing longer than a few seconds, which was shown as I collapsed back into the rocks only three seconds later. A look of concern passed over the girls face as she knelt down right beside me, putting a wet wipe on my forehead.

"You're incredibly injured. Let me take care of you." She placed a wooden spoon into my mouth, and the flavor heaven, Grape Powerade, filled my mouth. The texture of the liquid had been golden, so it must have been Nectar.

I felt better almost immediately, but still felt like complete shit. Something was resisting the healing effects of the nectar. The girl must have noticed this as well, as her brow furrowed slightly.

She sat down right beside me and closed her eyes. I would have asked her what the hell she was doing, but I could barely get a grunt out. Immediately, the girl began singing. It was a soft, smooth melodical sound that made me pause.

I've heard some pretty good singers, mostly notably from the Apollo cabin, but this was something else. Her song seemed to seep into my body, healing me and slowly starting to remove the awful feeling from my body. Despite the positive effect, I felt myself start to drift in and out of consciousness.