Chapter 12- The First Battle

48 0 0
                                    


The voice grows louder, and a figure steps into the light. It's a towering giant, his skin a deep, burnished bronze, his eyes blazing with fury. He's armed with a massive club, its head shaped like a snarling lion.

"The first guardian," Annabeth whispers, her eyes fixed on the giant. "We need to be careful."

Percy nods, his grip on his sword tightening. "I'll take the lead. You take the flanks."

The giant charges, his club swinging in great arcs. Percy dodges and weaves, his sword flashing in the dim light. Annabeth darts in and out, striking at the giant's legs and arms.

The battle rages on, the three of them clashing in a flurry of steel and bronze. But Percy and Annabeth work together seamlessly, their movements honed by years of battle.

Finally, Percy sees his chance. He feints to the left, then strikes to the right, his sword slicing through the giant's defenses. The blade bites deep into the giant's neck, and he crashes to the ground, defeated.

Percy and Annabeth stand panting, their eyes locked on the fallen giant. "That was too close," Annabeth says, her voice barely above a whisper.

Percy nods, his chest heaving. "But we did it. We defeated the first guardian."

And with that, the temple begins to shake, the walls trembling. The pedestal holding the sword hilt begins to glow, and the hilt rises into the air, hovering before them.

"The first piece of the relic," Annabeth says, her eyes shining with excitement. "We did it, Percy!"

Percy grins, his heart swelling with pride. "And we're just getting started."

A Different Percabeth Betrayed StoryWhere stories live. Discover now