A shiver ran down Frank’s spine as he stared up at the stalactites that hung from the earthen ceiling. It had been a few minutes ago that some northern Cyclopes had cut the tightly knit spider webs open. He still could not move any part of his body. Not his legs, paws, ears, head or even his tail. He was locked in the form of a Beagle, that decision was much more instinct than conscious though. Perhaps if he used his precious last moments of full body control to form into something much more useful, a shark perhaps, he could have busted out of his spider-web prison and saved piper. He could see her now, in the corner of his eye. The two of them had never really been that close but he still he felt some degree of responsibility for not using his powers to greater affect.
Frank didn’t know what the Hades that spider venom contained but it was working rather well. It must have been at least three hours since the webs were removed and he still could not do anything but lie there and wait. A low rumble emanated from behind him, closely followed by the echoing of a two sets of footsteps. It was a few seconds before the owners of the footsteps came in to view, a pair of Northern Cyclopes.
“You two are to follow us and no funny business!” The first Cyclops growls his eyes wide and stupid.
(Ares) He is definitely not the sharpest blade in the armory.
“You dolt, there paralyzed.”
(Mars) The second one seems to have a few more brain cells than his friend.
“What is paralied?” Cyclops number one asks.
“I dunno, the master said that not me.”
(Mars) Ah, I was wrong, like his friends he has less of a brain than an amoeba.
(Ares) You used the word amoeba, Athena is so wrong we’re smart!
Frank groaned, his head felt like was splitting open. It seemed even worse when Mars and Ares weren’t arguing. Like the Greek and Roman aspects shouldn’t go together. The Cyclopes continued their argument; the most intelligent of which being whether or not paralyzed was actually Frank’s name. Eventually they picked up Frank and Piper, throwing them over there shoulders before plodding of groaning every few feet.
The Parthenon flickered between two time periods. The modern day Parthenon was quite literally the bones of what it ones was, most of the pillars that acted as walls were intact however there was no celling and a bare floor. The ancient Parthenon was magnificent, artwork and sculptures from across Greece littered the floor space. In both images there was only once constant. On the marble pedestal that should have housed the Athena Parthenos now stood a vast blood red marble throne peppered with gold leaf. It was the throne he had seen in the Iris Message ages ago. But Porphyrion was nowhere to be seen instead a hooded figure stood before the throne an earthen sword strapped to his waist.
The hooded figure gestured towards two wild centaurs that stood on either side of him, murmuring a few terse words. The centaurs trotted forward brandishing a hypodermic needle the syringe of which contained a silvery liquid. Frank mentally cringed as the needle entered his shoulder and the silver liquid joined his blood stream. It had been a great source of amusement for Leo that a son of Mars that looked like a teenage bodybuilder was scared of needles.
After a few minutes his muscles relaxed and he managed to twitch his ears. His form thankfully melted back into a human. His hands and feet were quickly bound as his muscles finally began to work once more. It was like the worst case of pins and needles in history.
The hooded man looked around at his followers. Despite his confident persona it was clear that he was slightly nervous. His foot taped on the marble floor in an offbeat, erratic fashion. His hand gently shook as he grasped the edged of the hood that he proceeded to gently lower. He seemed to be in his late forties. His hair was a charcoal black slashed with a dark grey every now and then. His face was slightly tanned but other that there was nothing memorable, nothing that would make you recognize the face if you saw it a year later. Except for the scar. It was thin but long, bisecting all of his features from his hairline to his chin, crossing in between his eyes. I had faded over time but you could see it if you focused. It was if a sword had been planted there. How is he still a live, Frank thought. It was then that the whispers began to weave there way through the ranks of the Giant’s armies that stood behind them. One word that sent shivers down Frank’s spine.
“Jason”
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