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Giant anubis-like statue that emanates an aura a fraction as scary as Cerberus. Half as tall as Cerberus as well. It was a hierotitan, a statue built by the Tomb Kings, carved in the likeness of one of their deities of death. I wasn't sure which deity this was, but I am confident in it serving its purpose.
The sheep parted like the red sea before the hierotitan. Which I was not surprised about. From my time at camp and study of lore, anything that exudes an aura of death will be feared and given its space. Though the wild has an odd relationship with death. Not that these sheep are truly wild, which is why they fear it more than wild of their kind would.
"Hey! What are you doing with the sheeps!" A boisterous voice yelled from in front of us.
There running across the rope bridge was a cyclops that looked... well about how you would think one would look. Just its size was amplified to fit Cyclops'.
The cyclops, not being the smartest, ran at the hierotitan seemingly intent on throwing a haymaker at it, but the hierotitan being deceptively agile sidestepped and sliced its warscythe through its arm and neck like it was soft butter. The head and arm hit the ground first and turned to golden dust before the rest of the body.
Like nothing happened the hierotitan continued forward. This statue was badass.
I was a little nervous when the hierotitan went across the rope bridge, but apparently the cyclops that built it knew what they were doing since it held the 20 ft metal statue, though admittedly with much creaking and groaning with a few audibly cracking.
When we got to the other side it was kind of obvious where we needed to go. I mean two cyclops' standing outside of a large hole in a cliff would be an obvious sign to anyone. They spotted us, which meant neither was Polyphemus and unlike the other, walked towards us.
"You got two now." I told the hierotitan. "One with a club, the other just its fist. Think you can take them?" I asked and it nodded. "I'll try to help where I can."
The club wielding cyclops lead with a overhead swing, straight at the hierotitan's head, but it again sidestepped and the club went to the ground which broke the club. The hierotitan swung its warscythe up, slicing into the first cyclops' thigh. The second swung it's fist hitting the hierotitan's chest and nearly knocking me off it's shoulder.
Raising my hand I tried to send an ice spike at its eye, however rather than ice it was a ball of light that shot towards the cyclops' eye. Which made it recoil back holding its eye in pain as it yelled.
Suddenly the Hierotitan grabbed me as it ducked down and right where its shoulder was, a club swung above it. The first cyclops tried hitting me.
The hierotita clearly did not like that as it's warscythe sliced right through the first cyclops neck just as it seemed like it was about to yell something. It fell to its knees slowly turning to dust.
"Pollyphetus!" The other shouted as it tackled the hierotitan, which sent me flying away almost thirty feet.
My shoulder dislocated when I was ragdolled across the ground, but the Golden Fleece quickly fixed it. After a quick recovery I got up and saw the second cyclops was sitting on the Hierotitan and beating its face and chest in.
"Let's try again." I said as I felt a more light feeling in the wind.
And again, when I expected ice, light came. Three balls of light shot towards the cyclops' head and they hit, making a bright flash.
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Advisor's Son
FanfictionThe Tome of Fates has guided me far on my goals. A mere drop of blood was all that was needed to unshackle me from my servitude to the cursed book. Though such a goal would require a delicate touch. The winds of magic guided me to the frozen north...
