The coldness traveled up my tongue, and I screamed as it possibly shriveled up into a mass of blackened flesh. I suddenly knew what was happening. I also knew that screaming was a really bad idea, but I just couldn't stop doing it. The coldness crept up into the back of my throat and I gagged as it forced its way down. My hand moved slowly, even though I didn't want it to. A voice seemed to roar in my head in a language id never heard in my 1000 year old life, but seemed to understand. I heard a bit of the song Long Live blasting from somewhere near the Aphrodite cabin.
…. I don't think anyone was Long Living me at that moment. I clamped my hands on my ears as the voice roared,
"WHAT'S YOUR NAME, HUH? SPILL THE BEANS, PRINCESS!" I tried to think of a good answer but what I tried to say came out as a groan. The pain in my head was unbearable and just the thought of talking made it feel like shattering to bits of flesh and bone. My vision clicked on and I cried out in pain as the sunlight flooded my eyes. Percy sprinted forwards, about to help me, and then, smack, my hand had shot out and something hit him in the abdomen, sending him sprawling onto the ground. He stumbled backwards, cursing under his breath, and glared at me for a few seconds.
"COME ON, CUPKAKE, YOU KNOW I'M A TITAN! TELL ME YOU'RE NAME AND WE CAN SORT THIS OUT, OK?" the voice paused, and then added, "IF YOU DON'T, I'LL FRY YOUR BRAIN! OKAY? DEAL."
I tried my best not to respond to that, and quickly regretted it when he said, "YOUR DAD WILL BE NEXT." That's when I knew I needed to go into high-risk-mode, just to save my only relative that actually liked me.
Fine, I thought. It's just that, with all of you're, um... Greatness inside of my head, I can't think properly enough to tell you my name.
"REASONABLE! I WILL RETREAT JUST A BIT. OKAY? OKAY."
The painfulness retreated slightly and tears sprung into my eyes as I gulped air down greedily. "HURRY UP!" the voice roared, back to full-amp-mode. I opened my mouth and screamed,
"RUN, FOR THE GODS SAKE, YOU NINCOMPOOPS! RUN!"
Percy's eyes widened in shock. After standing there for a little while, he hoisted Silena over his shoulder and sprinted away. That only left me and dad, who was staring at me with those sad brown eyes. A vague memory of him picking a two-year-old me up and actually laughing pinpricked in my brain. I suddenly realized how long ago the last time I saw him looking genuinely happy was. He looked at me and for an instance; I thought he might actually help me. But he didn't. After a long moment of silence, he turned and cantered away.
But there was a message in the dirt. The only problem was, I couldn't see it from where I was standing.
And the titan wasn't letting me move, either.
YOU ARE READING
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?
