Home Is Where The Heart(h) Is

Chapter 8: Red

A/N: What is this? I've uploaded all the remaining chapters? Has the sun risen from the west? (Lame) jokes aside, apparently a 8h flight to Perth does indeed make one very bored. So I managed to paragraph and edit all the chapters in from my mobile. Enjoy!

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Riptide appeared in a blaze of bronze light. Immediately, Percy swung it at Mimas' legs, emitting a growl of anger from the giant. He stumbled slightly but soon regained his balance and smashed his shield into the ground, causing a slight tremor. Percy slammed Riptide into the ground as well to stabilise the quake, barely having time to dodge the incoming spear.

"You fight well, demigod," Mimas grudgingly said, pulling his spear back to ready another strike, "but I am a giant, and you cannot defeat me."

Percy gritted his teeth. Though he was holding up well against the giant, he could see what he meant. Wounds he had made were healing at an incredibly fast rate and Mimas did not seem to be tiring. Percy, on the other hand, felt exhaustion numbing his limbs.

"What?" The giant taunted. "Finding out the truth and so silent? Where was the arrogant Perseus Jackson just a few minutes ago? Controlling your father got you so angry?"

"SHUT UP!" Percy shouted, lunging forward in a reckless motion. Mimas, anticipating this, knocked him aside with his shield, laughing. Percy slammed into the concrete wall of the museum, groaning in pain.

Rage boiled inside him. Rage at the Giants, the war, Aphrodite for controlling Poseidon, luring him here for Mimas to kill him.

He thrust his hand towards the approaching Mimas and a wave of water exploded from the water fountain nearby, slamming into him. Mimas roared as the current swept him off his feet, but Percy knew it would not hold him down for long. 

Fishing his pocket, to his shock and delight, he pulled out a drachma. He threw it into the mist created by the water and hesitated. Who was he supposed to call? If all the Olympians were under Aphrodite's spell...

He shouted the first name that came into his mind: "O Goddess Iris, accept my offering. Show me Hecate, goddess of magic!"

The rainbow shimmered and Hecate's face stared at Percy. "It is you," she breathed, "the famed Perseus Jackson, the one who caused the downfall of the Titans, and he dares show his face to me."

"I need your help, Hecate. Please," Percy said, looking at the pile of rubble that Mimas disappeared under at the corner of his eye.

"Need my help?" She repeated disbelievingly. "After what you did to us, you ask me for help?"

"Yes. Help me kill Mimas. Giants can only be killed by a demigod and God working together. Whatever you ask of me in assistance, I swear by the River Styx, I will complete."

The goddess of magic contemplated that. Percy could see the rubble starting to shake. Time was running out and desperation slowly overtook Percy's mind.

"Very well," Hecate waved her hand. A bolt of energy lashed itself at Mimas as he rose from the concrete, bellowing in rage.

The tendril of magic did not hurt him, but wrapped itself around Mimas like a cocoon. Mimas struggled in the magic bindings. "What is this?" He shouted.

"A goddess' help," Percy replied, running up to Mimas, blade in hand. Horror crept into the giant's eyes as Percy approached him. For once, Percy didn't feel like making a snappy statement. He stabbed him in the chest. Mimas wailed in agony, slowly dissolving along with Hecate's magic. Nothing remained of the giant except for the bronze shield, spear and a large pile of sand.