My hands flew to my neck and I struggled to pry the fingers away from the dagger. The girl behind me was definitely here to kill. There is a difference between holding a knife threateningly and holding a knife like you are actually going to use it, and not knowing the difference could cost you your life.
Without thinking about the long fall underneath me, I arched my back, giving the girl the imitation that I was going to buck her off my back. The girl tightened her grip, and, not letting my self even think what would happen, I leapt off the branch.
The girl screamed as the ground rushed up to meet our faces. At the last moment, my hand shot out and grabbed a branch, nearly twisting my shoulder out of its socket. Splinters dug painfully into my palm and I gritted my teeth so that I wouldn't scream at the pain. The girl hung onto my leg, obviously in shock, and seemed to be trying to loosen my grip on the branch. Finally, she let go of me, landing with a thump on the ground, and sprinted into the woods, calling for recruits. When I did let go of the branch, which was about six feet up in the air, it was because that same, stupid dagger had imbedded itself in my wrist. (I knew I should've taken it from her) I did scream when that happened, no duh.
I heard cheering and sighed through gritted teeth, the sigh ending with a yelp as the dagger shifted slightly. The hunters had probably won for the I-don't-know-what-time-in-a-row. The cheering stopped abruptly, and I heard Thalia yelling her head off. (Nobody yells like her) So I decided to check it out. I mean, I had to get there anyways; otherwise the entire camp would be searching for me.
When I did get to the meeting place, it was practically a battlefield. Dad was tending about fifteen or so campers with some help from two hunters, which I found a bit strange. Percy was in the lake, furious. Thalia was glaring at him, her face as red as the organic strawberries in the fields, her shield, the one that I thought looked funny, in her hand.
If you've never seen Percy use his powers, then you don't know the meaning of scary. Same with not seeing Thalia use hers. I'll try to explain. When Percy uses his power, I have absolutely no clue what he thinks those giant waves of his look like. If you look at them the right way, you can see his face, all old and angry and gods damned terrifying, with his mouth open and all, 'I will swallow you whole'.
When Thalia uses her power, her entire body seems to burst into light momentarily; probably blinding anybody that has the guts to look at her when she's mad, which is, you know, nobody. Also, she gives this war-cry that actually hurts to hear. At the moment, Percy's clothes where smoldering, and it was pretty easy to guess why.
"You want some fighting, Seaweed brain?" Talia growled.
"Bring it on, Pinecone face!" Percy yelled.
Personally, I would've called Thalia 'Christmas tree', if I could help it.
After electrocuting Percy a dozen times, and getting blasted into trees with high-pressure sea water, Thalia stopped for a few seconds, panting. Percy drew his sword and charged, a wild look in his eyes. Dad had to grab me to stop me from lunging forwards. I struggled in his grip, then I leapt forwards, right between them, and yelled
"STOP IT!" right at their faces. Jaws dropped, eyes widened, and a stunned silence overtook the clearing.
"Look at yourselves," I continued, "Look at what you're doing. You're lunging at each others throats just because you lost a game. It's not that much of a-
"SHUT UP!" Talia and Percy roared, glaring at me. I shook my head.
"No, I WON'T shut up!" I exclaimed, "What do you think you're doing? Do you think that just because you're powers are so great, other people don't mind getting hurt because of them? What do you think? TELL ME!" I roared.
"Thalia….Maybe he's right…" Percy started, seeming to calm down a bit.
Thalia snarled and raised her spear, then, there was a crackling sound. A bolt of lightning shot towards Percy and, ignoring my dads warning, I jumped in front of him, not being able to close my eyes in time. For a moment, I saw shapes, almost shadows, really, of my dead sisters and my mom. The next thing I knew, I was on the ground, body jerking uncontrollably. In seconds, dad had trotted over to see how much damage had been done. After thirty minuets or so, I was taken to the infirmary to rest a little. Little did I know, the image of my dead family members would probably be the last complete thing I'd ever see.
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Carystus
FanfictionI've always wanted that same father-son relationship that the other campers have (even if their parents are gods) But maybe its too much to ask when I'm Chions son?
