Before Recollection

Part 2 - Not a God

So the image above is from the underworld like the one in the previous chapter. A wonderful recreation of Cerberus. The dog Hades named Spot.

For this chapter, I found it quite awkward to write. I got frustrated with a lot of the scenes and a lot of them didn't turn out how I like. I hope this at least ok though.

Link to image:  https://i.pinimg.com/564x/7e/1d/05/7e1d0599492b50e6252dd9c47870b941.jpg

~ Nezumi

Not a God

Perseus was a person who made good on his promises. So after Nyx's five-day visit, he decided it was about time he dropped by Camp Half-Blood.

A plus of being the ruler of the lost is the ability to always find where you're going; as backward as that may seem at first.

He stepped into his grove of trees and into another; this one far away and by the seaside. The sand sunk slightly under his weight, attaching it's small particles to the pads of his feet and the strands of his fur.

To his right, the sea rushed in to almost brush his claws before pulling back with a lulling hushing of sound that made him smile. The sound was beautiful. He loved the oceans and seas of the world, the sound and sight always brought a grin to his face.

Turning to his left he headed up the cliff, tail swinging behind placidly as he followed his directional sense. After a ten minute walk through a lively forest, he reached where his directional pull had originated from.

The sun had risen and now shown brightly over the bustling campground. In one area people were practicing swordsmanship, in another area was an archery range. He could see a large house farther off as well as a pavilion.

He let his eyes scan from the shadows of a great oak until they found their target.

The son of Hades stood off to the sides of the sword arena observing, his back in my direction as he stood relaxedly with one hand on the hilt of his blade. He is watching the girl Annabeth fight against another camper, and handing the boy's butt to him on a plater in all honesty.

Seeing as most everyone was too into the battle to notice me I came up behind the Hades child.

"Quite the fighter," I comment when Annabeth kick the boy off his feet. He just manages to roll to the side to avoid the tip of her dagger.

Nico let's out a strangled eep, jumping several feet in the air, causing me to chuckle.

"P-Perseus?!" he squawked, whipping around to stare at me.

"One and only," I purr, watching the fight with interest. "How've you been Nico?" I ask, looking at the shocked half-child finally.

"I've been, I've been good," he stutters, blushing at his verbal stumbles.

"Good, now," I say, "We probably won't have much longer to ourselves, so I'll warn, be prepared for some surprised reactions in a few seconds."

As if on cue, there is a shriek filled with expletives. Perseus soon found a weapon pointed at him followed by several others.

"Perseus?!" Annabeth called out in the same shock as Nico.

"Hello," I greet, wiggling my fingers in her direction, causing the other campers to falter in confusion.

"Annabeth, do you know this . . . person?" asked one of the campers holding me at sword point.

"Ah, yeah," she said, looking to debate whether she should tell them that he's not exactly a normal person. "I think it would be pertinent that I should mention that he's, ah, a god."