ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ in which, he thinks she was made to light his life.
/ or - she's afraid she'll drown before she could shine for him. /
"you are our beacon of hope, you must believe that."
"and hope can't live without its light," he said, "that's you."
percy...
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━━ chapter ii, monster for a brother !
˗ˏˋ i am the sea, and nobody owns me. 'ˎ˗
"What the hell is that?!" Percy shouted, his voice filled with disbelief and alarm as he and Dyana scrambled away from the bull that had nearly charged at her.
From the other end, the sound of Annabeth's voice pierced through the chaos, shouting orders to the other heroes, directing them to spread out and keep the bulls distracted. Dyana's heart raced as she listened to the urgent commands, knowing that their survival depended on their ability to outmaneuver the relentless onslaught of the monstrous creatures.
As Bull Number One ran a wide arc, making its way back towards them, Percy and Dyana could only watch in horror as it seemed to struggle against an invisible barrier, slowing down momentarily before breaking through with determined persistence.
Meanwhile, Bull Number Two turned to face Percy, fire sputtering from the gash he had inflicted on its side. The ruby eyes of the mechanical beast seemed to glare at Percy with a malevolent intensity, as if the demigod had just made things personal with him daring attack.
"Colchis bulls," Dyana answered, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggled to catch her breath, "I think."
Colchis bulls, mythical creatures crafted by the hands of Hephaestus himself, were infamous for their relentless pursuit and insatiable hunger for destruction. With their formidable strength and fiery breath, they posed a formidable threat to anyone who dared to stand in their path.
"Okay, and how do we fight them?" Percy asked desperately, his eyes darting around for any sign of a plan.
"I don't know," Dyana admitted almost immediately, her voice tinged with frustration as she struggled to grab an arrow from behind her.
"You don't know?!" Percy exclaimed in disbelief.
"Of course, I don't know, Percy! I'm a walking disco ball. Do you think I'd know how to fight Hephaestus' bulls?!" Dyana retorted, her voice rising with frustration, before regaining a slight of her composure, "But I do know we can't fight them on this hill slope, it's too steep!"
Dyana continued, her eyes scanning the chaotic scene unfolding around them as she searched for any opportunity to escape the impending danger.
"Annabeth said you were the optimist!" Percy protested.
"Optimist, not stupid!" Dyana shot back, her frustration boiling over as she struggled to find a solution to their dire predicament. With the bulls closing in and their options dwindling by the second, Dyana knew that they would need to think fast and act decisively.
