The Bitten Hero

Chapter 8 - Problematic

- 3rd Person PoV -

- Olympus -

The Olympians all flashed in at once. As soon as they were all in their respective thrones, with their children, or, in Artemis' case her hunters, at their feet; Zeus asked Iris to create a one-way window to Camp, so that they could all view what the pitch black wolf was currently doing. However, what no-one could see, was the hidden telepathic conversation going on between Hera and Hestia, who both had their eyes focused on the boy, hoping he wouldn't harm himself too much. After a while, there was a sudden, rather loud, outburst from Hera;

"You don't know how he will react though! You and I both know what he is capable of... He could hurt you." She whispered the last part, over the years the two had gotten close due to Percy, and now she didn't want to loose either of them. The comment left the rest of those present bewildered, wondering where it came from.

"Yes, he could hurt me, but if I don't try, he could hurt others. By the looks of it, he will ignore the beings attacking camp, therefore leaving it undefended. We have to try at least!" Hestia replied calmly, not wanting to raise her voice at anyone.

"What are you two on about?!" Zeus demanded, wanting to know what could or couldn't happen to Hestia.

"I'll be safe, don't worry. If anyone should try, it will be me. I can always just flash out..." Hestia answered, avoiding the question entirely.

"Fine, just remember the word, well phrase, Lady Nyx told us to try in a situation as dire as this." Hera replied, ignoring her husbands question.

"How could I forget it?" Hestia responded to her friend. With those words, she flashed out in a burst of orange flames. Only to appear in the one-way window to the Camp, that all of the occupants of the Throne Room had previously had their eyes locked on.

Meanwhile, the rest of the Olympians had looked on at their conversation, still wondering what they were talking about and where Nyx came into this. It didn't help that they had missed the first two-thirds of the conversation. Whilst the campers had been oblivious to the conversation, due to their intense glares at the screen.

--------- At Camp ----------

As Hestia flashed down, she was thinking about how to phrase what she would say. When she finally arrived, she saw poor Perseus growling at his own tail, due to there being no 'normal' animals of which he could eat inside the camp boundaries. She didn't understand why he hadn't run out of the boundaries, but just ignored it for now.

"Perseus!" She called out to him in a whistle-like way, hoping to get his attention. Glaring, he looked at her, only seeing her as something to eat. EDIBLE, YES, EDIBLE! His mind rushed through ways to eat her, but couldn't get one quick enough. Quickly, he gave up thinking and just attacked, landing on the ground with her underneath him, he growled. She knew what the growl meant, it was him eyeing up his prey, his next meal. Quickly, she rolled over so she was on top. They went in a pattern for a while, both trying to be on top of the other. Until eventually she managed to pin him down, restricting his movement. Whilst he was confined, she took the opportunity to lean down to his ear and whisper a singular phrase to him; "Eso Si Que Es" which roughly translated to 'It is what it is', also known as Percy's life motto since he went missing, by him living life by that rule it helped him move on and actually do something, not just sit there and reminisce about the past and what could have been.

However, the phrase didn't work like she had hoped it would. Instead of demolishing his angry, frustrated and annoyed mood, it had absolutely no effect. If anything, it just made him worse. She moved away, hoping it was a delayed reaction, yet the reaction never came. Her mind rushed over possibilities of what could help, what she could do, but she came up with nothing that would be useful. Going with the spur of the moment, she flashed into the Amphitheatre as to reduce damage to the Camp, but also to buy her some more time. She knew he knew where she was, and she just hoped he would follow.

Luckily for her, the wolf did follow her. Unluckily though, she still had no idea what to do. Hera realised this and tried to think of something too, something that could help. Suddenly, a thought struck her. Mind-messaging her, she voiced the thought to Hestia;

'Say the word to him, that one, singular, word we haven't used in over 71 years after the incident. It should work!'

'What? You mean...?!' Hesitantly, Hestia replied.

'Its our last hope right now...'

The wolf spun around, finally laying his murky yellow eyes onto the Goddess in front of him, growling under his breathe, in desperate need for a drink of her Godly blood. She was brought out of her thoughts once she heard his deep, throaty growl. Looking up, she made eye contact with the huge wolf, as he was charging at her. She met his charge with one of her own, running forward full charge. They tossed back and forth for a while, before she managed to put the wolf in a tight head lock, therefore rendering him temporarily immobile. Where she leant down and whispered into his ear.

A/N: If there's any improvements I could make, do let me know. I hope it isn't too bad. Enjoy.