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GROVER'S POV
I stopped in my tracks, just in front of Percy was the famously known Lernaean Hydra. It was a myth (heh) at Camp Half-Blood that this monster lived in the woods sounding the farthest of the outside forest of the camp. Percy was face to face with the Lernaean Hydra. Or at least he was facing one of the faces. It had a lot of heads.
"How do we kill it?" Percy whispered the monster screeched, and Percy grabbed my arm and darted. "NEVER MIND!" he gasped. One of the heads of the monster reached out, thank gods for Percy having fast reflexes. He reached for a pen in his pocket. The monster got distracted by the glint of the pen and stopped for a fraction of a second. I looked back at the monster, we were both running away from the thing. I knew we'd soon run into a wall soon, but when?
Would it be too late?
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PERCY'S POV
I took my sword-pen out of my pocket turning around to slash the head of the monster clean off. Just under the neck.
I mean, that's what I planned on doing. The sword slipped from my sweaty palms and felt to the ground under the belly of the monster. I looked to Grover for support. We both had noticed the monsters weakness to shiny objects. Grover reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a tin soda can. I reached for it, nearly cutting my hand on the sharp edge.
Perfect.
I threw the can at the monster, and all of its heads stopped to look at the shiny object. In all of the distraction, I felt Grover grab my hand and drag me away from the monster. We were around five yards away from it, covered by the trees of the forest when I heard it wail.
It had just realized we had tricked it into playing with the can instead of chasing us. I laughed, slowing down my sprint to a jog. Sure, kids at Camp Half-Blood were trained year-round to run for miles and miles or something like that. I just got here! I barely ran, let alone walked a few feet at a time.
Grover gasped for air, hugging me close to him as we hid against the side of the tree we found. We stood there for a bit, gasping for the air that our lungs desperately needed. I noticed that Grover didn't let go of me. I was kind of uncomfortable being pressed against Grover. I didn't really mind though...
On a positive note -- I got to see a Lernaean Hydra, and I hope I never have to see another one again.
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not really how u defeat a Lernaean Hydra but ehh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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protection
FanfictionGrover, protectionist. Percy, in need of protection. When Percy is thrown into camp half-blood, his best friend, Grover is ultra-protective of him. Was it just his job, or was it something more? (Art Not Mine)
