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 vii, extra casualty !
˗ˏˋ sometimes i wonder if anyone is glad to have me in their life. 'ˎ˗
From what Percy was seeing, the Hydra was only a few feet away. Not a reflection from the water, like Dyana had seen, but so very real. It seemed to be sniffing the ground and the trees like it was hunting for something. Percy had sent Tyson to look for powdered doughnuts so he could talk to Annabeth about her reservations for cyclops, before this they had a run in with Luke (that was really... emotionally painful for both him and Annabeth – mostly Annabeth). When Tyson went out and came upon a Monster Donut store, Tyson, being a monster, was somehow able to summon the outlet bringing the Hydra with it.
So that was how this whole ordeal started.
Tyson was trembling. Each head was diamond-shaped, like a rattlesnake's, but the mouths were lined with jagged rows of sharklike teeth. He stepped back and accidentally snapped a twig. Immediately, all seven heads turned toward us and hissed.
"Scatter!" Annabeth yelled. She dove to the right. Percy rolled to the left. One of the Hydra heads spat an arc of green liquid that shot past his shoulder and splashed against an elm. The trunk smoked and began to disintegrate. The whole tree toppled straight toward Tyson, who still hadn't moved, petrified by the monster that was now right in front of him.
"Tyson!" Percy tackled him with all my might, knocking him aside just as the Hydra lunged and the tree crashed on top of two of its heads. The Hydra stumbled backward, yanking its heads free then wailing in outrage at the fallen tree. All seven heads shot acid, and the elm melted into a steaming pool of muck.
"Move!" Percy told Tyson. He ran to one side and uncapped Riptide, hoping to draw the monster's attention. It worked. The sight of celestial bronze is hateful to most monsters. As soon as his glowing blade appeared, the Hydra whipped toward it with all its heads, hissing and baring its teeth.
The good news: Tyson was momentarily out of danger. The bad news: Percy was about to be melted into a puddle of goo. One of the heads snapped at me experimentally. Without thinking, he swung my sword.
"No!" Annabeth yelled.
Too late. Percy sliced the Hydra's head clean off. It rolled away into the grass, leaving a flailing stump, which immediately stopped bleeding and began to swell like a balloon. In a matter of seconds the wounded neck split into two necks, each of which grew a full-size head. Now he was looking at an eight-headed Hydra.
"Are you dumb?!" Annabeth scolded. "You just opened another Monster Donut shop somewhere!"
"I'm about to die and you're worried about that?" Percy replied as he dodged a spray of acid, "How do we kill it?!"
