The Bitten Hero

Chapter 9 - The Titan

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Hestia leant down and whispered into his ear a singular word; "Annabeth". She knew it would help him, every time her name was mentioned in a conversation he would lash out, refusing to think about her or anyone else he had left behind all those years ago. It didn't help seeing her again after so long without her in his life. Immediately, she backed off, instantly aware that it had worked. He slowly, gradually, changed back to his human form. However, he was only in his boxers as he had not yet mastered how to change back into his clothing.

The occupants of the throne room who had been watching the scene, stared at his chiselled body with the perfect muscles, the males wanting to be him and the girls wanting to have him. All apart from Artemis; who moved her eyes away from the scene, not wanting to see such things without his knowledge. Aphrodite and her offspring looked on with lust in their eyes, no matter what their gender was. Where as Poseidon and Hera looked on with pride, for they were prideful of their son and what he had accomplished in his life, no matter what flaws he had.

Percy slowly rose from the ground, his muscles aching in the most peculiar places. He was aware of what he had almost done to one of his patrons, and he was so sorry about it. Once he was sat upright, he realised he was in his boxers with Hestia standing a mere 2 meters away, he looked up shocked at how close she was even though he had just tried to bite her Olympian head off. She only retaliated to his shocked face by throwing a pair of sweatpants at him so that he would be a bit warmer when walking to the boundary.

Thats when they heard the battle cry, again, but it was now when he realised how bad of a timing it was to 'wolf out' on the entirety of Camp. He shared a look with his patron, telepathically having a conversation with her; "How long have they been here?"

To which she responded with "About 25 minutes, which was the time you were crazed by your blood lust..."

"Do they know the campers are on Olympus?" He smirked, an idea forming in his head already.

"Not sure, as far as I'm aware they don't. Do you want me to get the campers, they could help you in the battle."

"No, they could just get in the way. I want to finish this once and for all, so I'll do it alone. Thank you though. You never did tell me who this war was against..."

"Oh, that's because I didn't want you to know, I made sure no campers told you, as I knew it would mean you no-longer wanted to participate. But, Perseus, if I do tell you, just promise me you won't flip out?" She requested, practically begging him at the end.

"Okay, I promise, I'll even fight for you no matter who they are." He replied ever so calmly.

"Well, the little, ever so small war is in fact against Hyperion, whom decided to try go small this time in an attempt to go un-noticed. However, the tactic isn't working for him. It is good for us, though."

"The Titan?" She nodded to this "Oh- ok, fine, I'll go sort the battle out. Just make sure no-one interrupts it, I don't want them getting in the way." Percy replied to her, not reacting the way she thought he would, which just made her happy.

With that final message, Percy jogged off towards Thalia's Pine Tree, whilst Hestia flashed up to her throne on Olympus. Not many noticed her return, as majority had their eyes glued on Perseus as he ran up the hill. Before he arrived at the top, he made sure to conjure up the magic hoodie he had once been gifted, pulling the hood up over his head as to not be recognised. This made many in the throne room sad.

He finally approached the crowd of monsters on the other side of the hill, there was barely enough to call it an army. The monsters ranged from Hellhounds, Empousa, Cyclops, Gorgons too, then there was both Hyperborean and Laistrygonian Giants, and even a Drakon. Immediately, the boy spotted Hyperion standing in the very centre of the large gathering. Before Hyperion could spot him though, Percy lifted his right hand in the air, then concentrated on raising the temperature of the water particles in the air around the monsters. This successfully made all of the monsters who were able to be burnt, disappear with a squeak into dust. The monsters who remained untouched looked around cautiously, joined in by Hyperion who ordered said monsters closer to him; to protect him. They grouped together in a defensive stance, not yet noticing the hooded man atop the hill they were marching up before hand.

At least, not noticing the man until he released a sharp whistle, drawing all eyes to him. To this, Hyperion screamed "Who are you? Where are the campers that are ament to attack? What did you do to my army?! This is a cowardly war!"

However, the man only replied with a menacing yet calm tone, stating "But Hyperion, there are no more campers. You see I got rid of them, just like I did your monsters."

"What? But-but how?" Hyperion demanded, wanting to know how such a weak person had done something he had been trying to do for aeons.

Without answering, Percy strode majestically towards the cluster, closing the distance between the two sides. The remaining monsters rose their weapons, waiting for him to strike first. 'They sure have learnt from before' Percy mused inwardly to himself. Before any of them could react, Percy attacked with lightning fast reflexes. None of the monsters could predict how he would attack, or where he would attack, let alone who he would attack. This was due to his attacks being like that of a demon, but also like the sea, where they were relentless and a surprise. Hyperion tried hard to watch the male closely, to keep an eye on him at all times, but failed drastically; therefore not being able to learn anything about how he attacked. The monsters were falling to the ground, crumpling to dust along the way. Perseus himself though was just a blur, a blur of pure strikes and slashes with his sword. He had trained hard over the years away, that was obvious enough, but he didn't even have a scratch on him anywhere at this point in the fight. The fighting came naturally to him, after so long it should have. His mind wasn't even thinking, just doing what his body told him to, slashing, blocking and dodging at all the right times. This frustrated the monsters to no end, they couldn't even touch him before being sent back to Tartarus.

Percy was very quick to dispose of the monsters, leaving only himself and Hyperion left. He looked around, checking for any other monsters and was happy to see none. With this, he slowly walked over to Hyperion whom was still trying to act big and brave against his enemy, even though on the inside the titan was backing away, shaking in fear. Percy looked ready to kill him, walking in a menacing way as to add more fear in to Hyperion's mind.

A/N: Okay, I wasn't sure what monsters to put so I only listed a few, hope its okay though.