Ask the Demigods

To: Frank Zhang

To Frank, how do you feel about being considered as one of the weakest of the seven, even after Venice and receiving the blessing of Ares?- HuntersOfArtemis

A spotted Labrador pounces on the note and looks at it in confusion. A tanned girl with frizzy hair runs up beside it. The dog stands on it's back legs and grows taller, as if it had been stretched. It's fur disappears and in it's place leaves creamy white skin, dressed in a purple top and some shorts. It's paws mould into fingers and short black hair grows on it's head. 

'I am-- weak?' Frank asked. Hazel, his girlfriend, wraps her arms around him and kisses his cheek tenderly.

'No.' She replies. Her gold eyes staring into his. 

'But--'

'I don't care what other people think, because I think your awesome.' She interrupts.

Frank plants a kiss on the forehead and smiles.

'Well, sometimes I feel useless.' He admits.

'I feel that way all the time.' 

'I feel like-- I'm hanging back for the ride and everyone is living their lives for me.'

The lie detector beeps green. 

'You've saved me before.' Hazel  reminds him.

'That was nothing-'

'Oh, saving my life is nothing?' She challenges, grinning.

'I'll never be as great as Percy or Jason.'

'You don't need to be!' Hazel protests 

'Really? You don't think I'm-- weak?' 

'Definately not. A son of Ares, weak?' She smiles. 

'Thanks, Hazel.'

'Your welcome. Are we done?'

'I think so.' Frank turns back into a puppy and licks Hazel. She giggles and together, they walk together, talking and barking.