Reading Confused By Time

Chapter 31 Reading Mother Earth

Chapter 31 Reading Mother Earth

Percy could hear the monsters screeching behind him and hellhounds howling as they chased him. Clouds hung like vaporised blood above him, and the ground was a dark purple. Rocks lay discarded around him.

Hermes spoke loud enough to be heard, close to yelling but not, his voice was deep and rich, he captivated many as soon as he spoke, he was the god of gossip after all. Mail gossip same thing.

The monsters were coming from everywhere now, and he'd been running for what he guessed was several days straight – going round in circles. He could have sworn he'd seen that boulder before. He clenched his jaw and weaved around an orange cocoon, a half-formed hellhound lying in the golden liquid. He could clearly see its heart beating beneath translucent skin.

"How do gods transform after dying?" Clarise asked cocking her head and looking at the gods of Olympus with a curious expression.

"Almost the exact same thing that happens to Titan's" Zeus said and looked at the book, this book would help them, it would give them the information to beat the Titan's.

An empousa leapt at him from the darkness and he slashed it apart with Riptide, changing his direction slightly as more monsters started calling from where he'd been heading.

It was like they were herding him somewhere.

"they were told to bring you to me, that they would be greatly rewarded for bringing me Perseus Jackson, and you have a lot of enemies that were willing to get on my good side," Kronos whispered to Percy who looked down. "The monsters obey you, because I tell them too, you once were in charge of them from the Pit, but you didn't know that, don't blame yourself,"

He scrambled over a harpy lying on the ground, its wings torn off – likely by a hellhound – and ran on. The air suddenly became colder and Percy slowed down slightly, his gut warning him away from what was ahead. And a hellhound pounced on him from behind, knocking him over. Percy yelped and cut wildly behind him, hearing the hellhound snarl as it was vaporised. He scrambled back to his feet, almost falling over when his tiredness hit him full force. He was tempted to sleep there and then, but knew he would die if he did. A few more hours of running, he told himself, then sleep.

"I never did get to sleep," Percy mused and sharpened his sword just because he was bored and that he could, most of the Titans weren't really allowed to travel outside of the throne room because of them being potential hazard to the gods. The gods trusted Percy to control the Titans, since he was the king, well a king beside Kronos.

"What happened?" Louise asked.

"Let me read sweetie," Hermes said to his youngest daughter and read at her nod.

He took several slow steps as he regained his sense of direction, and then he started running again. The ground sloped down in front of him, getting colder with every step he took until he felt his blood slowing down in his veins as it started to freeze. He pushed himself on harder, trying to warm himself up. The cold air slammed into the back of his throat with each breath, making him wish for water of some sort – anything to drink. He ran on.

His gut was hurting now as it tried to warn him away, but he couldn't. The monsters were all behind him. The only way to go was forward.

"The almost only way," Annabeth said and looked up from her book of notes.

"Only way when you are surrounded all around," Percy said.

"Let's not fight?" Zeus asked tiredly from his throne.

Percy took another step and fell into a compression in the ground. He tumbled down, rolling over until he reached the bottom. He groaned and pushed himself up, his arms shaking as they bore his weight. Tartarus, he thought, help me. He knew it was unlikely. The Primordial was probably busy elsewhere, but his eyes widened when the ground rumbled slightly beneath his hands – enough for him to know Tartarus was watching.