The Undetermined || pjo

9-They Are The Hunters, We Are The Foxes

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"Willow!" Thea screamed as she burst through the main doors of her temple.

A dryad with brown hair and hazel eyes came running from a door to the right and followed her from behind.

"Yes, your majesty?"

"I will be in the Throne Room doing something of extreme importance" she told her, walking past the fountain of her garden and straight into the golden doors "I am not to be disturbed, by any means"

"I understand, your majesty" she nodded and frowned at her as she spoke in a rush voice "What about your mother? I thought you had agreed to have dinner today at your place, your majesty. Should I cancel that and reschedule?"

"Yes, please" she replied, walking to her throne "Tell her I'm sorry and that I'll apologize myself later"

"Right away, your majesty. Do you also want me to put guards on the door, so you will not be disturbed?" She offered, standing in front of the throne.

"Willow" she sighed, looking down at her with a thankful smile "You're a marvel. I don't know what I would do without you"

"Thank you, your majesty" she replied, her cheeks blushing. She made a curtsy and started to walk away.

"Actually, you know what?" She said after a moment of consideration "Don't cancel the meeting with my mother"

"Your majesty?" Willow asked confused, standing in the middle of the room.

"Could you tell Laurel to cook something for us? Make sure that no one sees her. And let me know when my mother arrives" she ordered, sitting down on her throne.

"Yes, your majesty" Willow nodded, but her face showed some confusion. She shook her head and walked out of the room, closing the doors behind her.

Thea sighed and grabbed the arm rests of her throne. She took a deep breath as she closed her eyes.

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Percy had been in fights before, but this was a full-scale battle. The first thing he saw were a dozen Laistrygonian giants erupting from the ground, yelling so loudly his ears felt like bursting. They carried shields made from flattened cars, and clubs that were tree trunks with rusty spikes bristling at the end. One of the giants bellowed at the Ares phalanx, smashed it sideways with his club, and the entire cabin was thrown aside, a dozen warriors tossed to the wind like rag dolls.

"Fire!" Beckendorf yelled. The catapults swung into action. Two boulders hurtled toward the giants. One deflected off a car shield with hardly a dent, but the other caught a Laistrygonian in the chest, and the giant went down. Apollo's archers fired a volley, dozens of arrows sticking in the thick armor of the giants like porcupine quills. Several found chinks in armor, and some of the giants vaporized at the touch of celestial bronze.

But just when it looked like the Lastrygonians were about to get overwhelmed, the next wave surged out of the maze: thirty, maybe forty dracaenae in full battle armor, wielding spears and nets. They dispersed in all directions. Some hit the traps the Hephaestus cabin had laid. One got stuck on the spikes and became an easy target for archers.

Another triggered a trip wire, and pots of Greek fire exploded into green flames, engulfing several of the snake women. But many more kept coming. Argus and Athena's warriors rushed forward to meet them. He saw Annabeth draw a sword and engage one of them. Nearby, Tyson was riding a giant. Somehow he'd managed to climb onto the giant's back and was hitting him on the head with a bronze shield.