The Immortal Mortal || Heroes Of Olympus | Magnus Chase

I fart on a dog and she doesn't like it

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I fart on a dog and she doesn't like it

ฬhile this insane monster raced behind me, I swear, I could see the newspaper from tomorrow in front of me. Boy killed. By an ancient Greek monster. Yes, you heard right. Those insane dudes still live and you're all gonna die! Stack your food and hope for the best. Good night and sweet dreams! Yeah, no.

That dog was bouncing up and down like an insane, howling and growling. At one point of my run, I had tried to climb a tree, failing miserably. She; please don't ask me how I know it's a female, it's complicated, had reached me and tried to drag me back to earth. In my angst, I had farted on her face, sending her to the ground, howling.

I couldn't even catch my breath, yet alone scream: "Ha, you idiotic dog! Why the hell are you following me anyways?"

She had curled up in a ball on the ground as it was getting dark and I had my own little uncomfortable bed on a high branch. Not awesome at all.

Without falling asleep, yeah, I wouldn't want to fall on a little and aggressive dog and be shred into bits, no thank you, I held watch on the dog.

At one point she growled, waking up. Her little furry nose tilted up and I quickly his behind a branch. Mrs. I-Am-Hungry growled, jolting up. Ha, gotcha bitch.

I looked after her, as she ran into the dark woods, barking. I sighted and slid down, which wasn't plesant at all. I was relieved, as I hit the spiky ground but I didn't have much time to lose. The dog would find out I hadn't escaped and would come back, probably angrier.

I turned my back to the etree and nearly shrieked out loudly.

It wasn't the sight of the dog, no, but much worse. The thing is, I didn't think my day would be any worse than it already was: being kicked out of the orphanage because of sorcery, getting punched in the face for spilling a muscular guy's coffee on his abs and then getting chased into the woods by an insane dog. But this pushed my nerves until the very edge.

"I was looking for you everywhere." The donkey said. He wasn't really a donkey, but I liked the idea of calling a donkey-legged boy a donkey. He was half- donkey after all. The donkey grabbed my arm "Let's go."

I protested. "Ho-old up!" I snatched my hand back. "I'm not going anywhere with a donkey-dude."

Donkey-Dude rolled his eyes in annoyence. His fists clenched. It was obvious this was an insult. "Don't. Call. Me. Donkey-Dude. Seriously. If I evr hear anyone call me Donkey-Dude ever again, I will punch that person in the face."

I was taken back. See, I'm one of those guys who can snap but will and can not answer to the answer to mine. "Sorry. What should I call you then?"

"Call me Aegeus. A satyr. If you don't want to get your ass kicked by a dog, follow me."

And I guess I had no other choice. The Donkey- I mean Aegeus limped at first and I almost made a joke about it, but then he sped up and almost vanished in the dark night of the woods. Despite the thick trees, it was starting to get chilly with the fall of dawn.

"Wait!" I gasped for air. "I don't have donk-" he gave me a warning look over his shoulders, while slowing down. "I mean uh- legs like yours!"

"I would watch it if I were you, boy." He said and I put my hands in the air in defence. "Anyway, us, satyrs, have goat legs and are faster than normal mortals or deigods. We age faster than you too."

I was out of breath and the fresh air stung in my lungs like a knife, but I still managed to grab him and turn him around. "What did you say?"

Aegeus didn't look surprised. "Demigods. You are a demigod, boy. I have no idea what your parent is, but the prophecy said you were an important person for out future."

My brain was buzzing from too many weird information. I put my hand on my forehead to gain balance. "So... You're saying that those old mythological beings-"

"Gods, monsters, demigods, mystical creatures."

"-yeah, those, are still alive? And I'm part of that cycle? Am I being pranked? Where is the camera, good job on your prank and those goat legs, oh how they look real!" I exclaim, bending over to pull them down because I was almost convinced this whole thing was a sick joke and stumbled back as I understood, these were real goat legs. Furry goat legs

Aegeus crossed his arms on his chest and glared at me. His bushy, black hair looked like a giant football on his head and his skin seemed even darker than it was already. "Are you done with your... Thing? We need to run." He pulled me up.

"Y-yeah." I looked after him in shock, still not believing this was real. A tiny part of me wanted to run into the opposite direction and scream bloody murder, but the whole dog and goat-boy thing seemed pretty real. I decided to follow this insane person. "Wait for me, G- Aegeus!" I screamed, speeding up to catch up to him.

I thought this was going to be fun. And boy, was I wrong.

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