A/N: Sorry for the disappearance, school's been more demanding than usual. After some thought, I changed this fic's point in the timeline and the plot itself. You can spot the changes on the prologue and on Artur's dream on chapter 2. Look forward to hearing your thoughts concerning these changes!
I'm continuing this and my other story which I brought over from my account in Fanfiction.net: Legends of Blitz. If you're a fan of HTTYD, then you might be in for a great ride!
"They'll need to stay here for a few days, I advise asking a relative to take you all home. It could have been a lot worse," The doctor, a bald man with an expansive collection of wrinkles on his forehead told them even as he wrote something down on a tablet. After the goat kid went over everything, we got a trucker to call 911 and get us a real ambulance. Now, Artur and I were getting the report on our parents. Talos was outside with Ed and the other demigod, Fred.
"Alright, we'll get in contact..." Artur replied, looking worriedly at the room our parents slept. A note clutched tight on his left hand. The doctor opened the door for us. The room was comfy to say the least with our parents resting on the two beds. Artur sighed, leaving the note in the table in the middle of the two beds.
"Well, at least we're going to that camp on our own free will," Artur commented, trying to lighten the mood. That was my brother for you, even now he hid his own worries to try make others feel better. I gave them a long look, they looked well. Just exhausted, according to Ed, we could give them a call after we got to camp. Until then, well, that note covered pretty much everything.
We didn't talk, just left the hospital to see our new companions waiting. Ed was wearing long pants and snow boots to cover his furry appendages. Fred was flicking his lighter as usual, a look of boredom when he glanced up to look at us. Artur kneeled to greet Talos, who buried his lupine head on my brother's chest. I clutched my backpack, while most of the travel items were left with our parents, Artur had his katana wrapped in a case over his back while I kept my chain sickle in my backpack alongside some spare clothes. Regardless of their effectiveness, mom asked us to take the weapons with us, I wasn't going to give them up easily.
"Now, usually we'd be in mortal peril by now, taking bus rides until we got to New York but..." Ed began, nervously messing with his Green Peace hat before Fred spoke up, putting the lighter in his pocket and taking something else out. A sky blue plastic whistle, two initials carved beneath the slit. They were too small to make out though, dyslexia or not. Fred was spinning it around on his finger seconds after taking it out.
"A recent misadventure before meeting you two, Zephyrus was happy to give me this." Fred announced, showing us the whistle as we got on the pedestrian walk next to the street. Back to the city, cars went past us lazily in the afternoon. Artur seemed to recognize the name, he always had the best memory when it came to mythology.
"Now, anemoi, wind spirits are... Violent. But whenever Zephyrus needs to send people to distant locations and is to busy to throw them, he calls these guys," Fred took the whistle to his lips and blew it, releasing a burst of wind. There wasn't a sound, it was like the wind in a tunnel going past you. You felt the vibrations around you even as you heard the whistling sound. Then the warm air distorting the area above the concrete road began to tremble and take form. How to describe them, it was like clouds. Yet not high and distant in the sky and only looking vaguely like something. These were horses formed of pure white clouds with dark spots where the eyes should be.
"Welcome to Zephyrus Pony Express, where Friendship is a Ride! I'm Fluffstep, Zephyrus chosen leader for this Merry band. How can we help a friend of Lord Zephyrus today?" The first cloud horse spoke, that's when I almost gave up on this madness. They weren't cloud horses, but cloud ponies. Which honestly, would only have been worse if they had... Oh wait, yep, right there in the middle of their cloudy foreheads, horns. Our ride was a bunch of fluffy unicorns. I was tempted to ask for a lightning bolt to the head, but if I learned anything about Greek mythology, was that daring the gods was a lot more effective than praying for their aid.
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