The Seven: Switched

Please Help Us!

As I continued to hopelessly slash and chuck and dodge attacks, I new that there couldn't have been any solution to this equation. It felt like a living math problem that I just couldn't solve. I mean, it was obvious that we couldn't defeat Typhon all on our own. The best we could possibly ever do was distract him before he could do any real damage! The only thing he's managed to destroy were buildings that he crushed by stepping on them. I just wish I could help out a little more.

With the wind blowing my loose strands of hair out of my face, I could see a good percentage of my surroundings. My sweat was clinging my skin to my shirt just a little while after we started this mess. After all, I felt that I could do so much more participation wise because I had the powers of Ares (otherwise known as Frank). Maybe I could turn into a falcon or something by "imagining everything I know about the animal" to actually do something! These weak and tiny wounds were going nowhere but death for us!

Let's just say that I had no hope left in me. There was this one wacky idea that still pressed against my skull. I could pray to all the gods. It would be most likely a no-response type of thing, but what else could we do?

While helping Percy struggle to get the lower tummy bruised, I tried to pray to the gods. "Everyone, if you can here me, please listen. The seven chosen for the quest to defeat Gaea need all of the gods' help to defeat someone that just-so-happened to come back from the Underworld. Typhon is here, and we can't win this battle. Please come to our rescue. I'm not sure what we shall do in return, but it will be something big. Something you'll never forget. Just please come and help us beat Typhon."

Gods. I really had really hoped that would work. Lucky me, Ares just so happens to show up asking "Why should I help Jackson?" because he remembers the one negative thing about this mix up. Fantastic!

While "Father" sat in the café we were in before while watching us, we were loosing pathetically. I could tell that Typhon thought that we were little toys that he was playing with. We were his entertainment. Just what I love: being used.

"Hey!" I called over as loud as I could to Ares. "Would you mind helping us out a little bit? We're going to die, if you hadn't noticed!" I know I was being rude, but what did I care at that point?

"Listen, Punk," Ares warned. "You are messing with the wrong god. You better wat-wait? Was that my kid who just talked to me?"

"According to the new rules, yes," I answered. "Will you get your lazy butt out here and fight! You're the god of war, for crying out loud! Just make yourself useful!"

"No one speaks to me that way. Not even you, Annabeth." Ares replied stubbornly. Gods, why did I have to get his power?

I thought that he would just make matters worse, so I ignored him completely. I decided to use Frank's special abilities and go somewhere else. Somewhere eye-level with this whatever-you-call-it standing in front of me.

I imagined a falcon's sharp vision and claws. I pictured myself transforming from a regular demigod body to the body of a falcon. I remembered studying birds and pictured myself with a sharp beak for consuming food.

I could actually feel myself transforming into a falcon! I was very surprised that this plan actually worked. I mean, this was a long shot. I spread out my wings and soared higher above the ground.

I found it hard to control the body parts of this specific animal. I unexpectedly flew around in circles and poked Typhon in the eye with my beak from the lack of experience for flying. That didn't seem to do any damage, though. I had to admit, I liked the idea of flying.

Once I had more control of my traveling technique, I clawed the beast's skin on his back. These wounds sealed almost as fast as the speed of light. This monster just couldn't go down! What was I supposed to do?

"Well done!" Ares clapped slowly.

I turned toward him. This had to be the most confusing part yet. I found myself turning back into my normal form, riding Typhon's back. "Excuse me?" I questioned this jerk of a god.

"Are you dumb? Since when do gods do things for free? I thought I made it clear that I would help you when you proved to be worthy?"

"To be fair," I interrupted, "I wasn't really listening to you. I was focusing on my transformation."

"Annabeth! Enough chit-chat! Just continue fighting!" Percy panted. He was obviously trying hard not to drop from exhaustion.

"Take a rest! I'll cover for you!" I replied. "You look terrible!"

"Thanks! You know that's never going to happen!" Percy responded.

"Just shut up and let me do my magic!" Ares complained as he joined the fight.

I held Percy back as we watched in awe. I never knew Ares could defeat something that-large so quickly! He did wonders in what would've taken us death to do! He didn't even have a scratch on him!

We all stopped fighting. Ares looked at each and every one of us in a new but different way.

"Who would like to tell me what was going on here?" he demanded.