All three demigods and their newly acquainted friend, Vannie, ran through-out Battery Park in New York. Trevor looked back as they ran.
"How's it looking back there?" asked Alice.
"Well, bad news is we're being chased again." replied Trevor. "Good news is only Larry Bird is chasing us—which makes me wonder what happened to Michael Jordan."
Alex looked at me while he ran gasping for air. "We all know that monsters are reforming, because Thanatos is currently chained. What do you think happened to Michael Jordan?"
"Maybe he got lost?" Vannie suggested.
"No," said Alice. "It’s your sword, Trevor! You see, Celestial bronze kills monsters and sends them back to Tartarus where they can reform over a period of time. While Stygian iron kills monsters, keeps the souls locked, and prevents them from reforming."
Trevor glanced at his blade. It didn't weigh much, but he could feel the heavy power in it. Thanks, Dad, he prayed silently. Thanks for helping me—well, indirectly—but still, thank you
"You know what? I think Trevor should kill all the monsters from now on!" cracked Alex.
Trevor grimaced and stopped running, "You know what? I just might." He turned to Vannie. "Hey, think you can give me one of those vision thingies again?"
"Sorry, I only see visions whenever they come to me." Vannie shook his head as he replied.
Trevor raised his black sword and advanced on the monster.
"Well, we can't always rely on those." he said. Then, Trevor let out a roar of challenge. With his sword drawn, Trevor raised his left arm. The ground shook and a huge crack in the ground swallowed Larry Bird's entire left leg. The giant, now stuck, roared as he tried to break free. Skeletal hands from the infernal crack now came and reached out for the giant. The giant swatted off the skinny skeleton arms in his defense.
Trevor knew that he couldn't get close. The giant's arms had a range that could easily smash Trevor if he moved closer. He needed to get close without getting caught in those ugly hands.
Son of Hades, said Mike.
Oh, you again. I'm kinda in the middle of a fight here, so why don't you screw for a bit? replied Trevor.
I am here to offer help, explained Mike.
Trevor had already run out of ideas. Plus, he realized that it wouldn't hurt to hear the mysterious voice's idea. Fine, fine . . . Let’s hear it.
Use your abilities as a Son of Hades. Shadow travel and appear right behind him where he won't be able to see you, instructed Mike.
Not such a bad idea, thought Trevor. Although shadow travelling is very exhausting. Still, he found himself following Mike's suggestion.
He raised his sword and ran towards the Laistrygonian giant. All he needed to do was to get under the shade created by those giant hands of his. As he reached the shadow of Larry Bird, he began to have second thoughts. He could barely control this ability of his. Maybe shadow travel only worked on long-distance teleportation, but it was too late. Either he had to shadow travel or get squashed flat by heavy hands.
He visualized himself being transported behind the giant. Darkness soon took over. The shadows pulled him closer. He again felt the bone-chilling sensation that ran through his spine whenever he shadow travelled. As the darkness started to fade, he saw in front of him a tattered Boston Celtics jersey that read: Bird 33
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Quest for Cerberus
FanfictionTrevor Addams lost both his parents. Now he's told that he's a half-blood. After reaching a place called Camp Half-blood, he was claimed by his real father: a Greek god. Soon he finds himself on a quest to bring back the Cerberus to the Underworld...
