The Blood of Olympus

Chapter Twenty One: Frank

HELLO MY MUFFINS!!!! 

I am your father. O.o

But then you realize...that I am, in fact, female. 

Cliffhanger! O_O Dun Dun DUN!

So here is an early update! :D I hope you enjoy it because it was really fun to write!

“Give the clock to the son of the Jupiter. And the poison to the daughter of Athena. Tell or show no one else. Now leave. Before it is too late.”

Just then, a laugh echoed through the temple. The ground began to shake.

“My, my.” Gaia murmured “What a lovely surprise. I hope I haven’t interrupted anything important.”

Cracks began to appear in the marble floor, and roots of plants slithered between them. One of them wrapped around Leo’s foot, yanking him to the ground and nearly smashing the vial in his pocket.

Hazel’s and Frank’s screams and yells for help could be heard.

Gaia chuckled. “Enjoy your slow death.” 

Frank

Frank was having a bad day.

Unfortunately, he was used to it.

That morning, he woke up as a rabbit. Which wasn’t bad-although the dreams of eating carrots were starting to get boring-it was just that when Frank went back into human form, the battle of voices in his head raged on.

But occasionally, Frank could hear another voice behind Ares/Mars’ screaming.

Pylos. It said. I await you in Pylos.

That had left him unsettled and confused and distracted for the rest of the day, so it was a relief when Piper had told them that they needed to go to Thessaly.

Which had meant a quest. Frank had jumped to the opportunity. There was something unsettling about just moping about on the Argo2, waiting for something to happen. He wanted to do something-anything-to prove that he wasn’t useless.

So that was how Frank ended up outside some ruined temple of Apollo, pinned to the ground by weird vine things next to his girlfriend, Hazel, who was struggling furiously and yelling.

Frank tried to turn into a lion, but the vines were wrapped securely round his body and were slowly squeezing, squeezing...

Hazel screamed next to him and swung her spatha furiously at the plants, but it was too long for it to do any proper damage.

The plants dug deeper into his wrists, pinning him successfully to the ground.

“Frank!” Hazel shouted, her beautiful golden eyes filled with fear. “Can you change?”

Frank tried to shake his head, but a vine was slowly wrapping round his throat, preventing him from moving his head much. “No.” He croaked. “I think it’s these plants. Some kind of magic.”

Hazel looked downright furious and she tried to rip the vines off her. “Gaia!” She snarled.

Frank was slightly intimidated by her ever since she had shown him what she could do. She had changed.