Sons of the Big Three

Monsters and Demons

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO, and I do not think I ever will. Hopefully I can survive until Blood of Olympus come out

Will’s POV

I noticed Nick’s nervousness immediately, as well as the glance over his shoulder from time to time. I guessed he was feeling a little out on his first quest.

‘You right?’ I asked again, and he looked at me and grinned, but I could see he was a little shaken by something. I looked over at where he had been gazing but saw nothing.

‘I’m great,’ he replied. He looked over at the other two demigods who were transporting us. Jason, who was Desmond’s older brother, was up the mast, no doubt using his powers as the son of Zeus to help us as we fly in the air.

Oh yeah, we were flying. Gee, how could I forget the fact I was in a boat that was actually flying, the masts rowing through the air?

The way that Jason looked was, and there was no other way to say it, majestic. His blonde hair was blowing from the wind, balanced perfectly as he stared what was in front. The winds made the loose pieces of clothing flutter him, and the aura and power he had made me want to bow to him, but I refused to.

Yeah, I think the only reason I didn’t bow to him was, not because of arrogance, but because I was a child of Hades. Okay, a little arrogance then, I suppose. I just thought that I shouldn’t bow. Plus, I never really liked following orders.

I suppose Nick and I were alike in that way. We were both powerful, in relation to how new we were, demigods, sons of powerful elder gods, and troublemakers that seemed to not pay attention to things.

But then we had our differences too. He had fallen in love with… someone. I had an instinctive feeling that she wasn’t good, and that Nick would soon end up like me, broken and destroyed, and only healed over time.

Like me. Another pang of sadness hit me hard, and I gasped. My friends looked at me in concern, but I ignored them.

Yes, a voice said in my head. Will Bane, the makings of a tragic hero is within you. You will soon come to realise that by serving the gods you become a pawn, and one that is destroyed and sent through madness and insanity.

I scowled. ‘Will?’ Nick asked.

I looked at him. ‘Sorry, just thinking,’ I lied straight-faced. That was one thing about me; I was an expert at lying. It came from being questioned by adults and authority figures while I was on my “holidays”.

‘Will, I think you should tell us what happened to you,’ Nick said seriously. ‘I feel that if you don’t you’re going to keep to the darkness and never get past it.’

I sighed. ‘Which one, the accident or the incident?’

Desmond nodded. ‘Even I don’t know anything.’

I fidgeted. ‘I don’t want to talk about,’ I mumbled. ‘Not now. Some other time, maybe, but-‘

I cut off as it suddenly hit me again and I went under, the darkness of sleep tackling me and leaving me unconscious.

I woke up breathless. My head lifted up fast, and slammed against a wooden plank. ‘Ow,’ I complained, rubbing my forehead.

‘Well, he awakes at last,’ Nick said. ‘We were worried about you when you just dropped like that. Right Des?’

‘Oh, I don’t think he would even care,’ I muttered.

Desmond was sitting on the deck, his eyes closed. He opened them and looked at the pair of us. ‘Oh, hey Will. What are you doing lying down?’