A Tale of Griffins and Half-Bloods

Being a monster is hard enough. Being a monster who needs demigods to help you is even worse. Being a monster who needs help from demigods against other monsters is living hell.
And you thought being human was hard.

(Okay so I'm now realising my huuuuuge mistakes in consistency with the actual books so please bear with me that will be fixed I swear.)


10. Does the stupidity ever end? - Alyx

Neither of us spoke on our way to the arena. We moved faster, at least. The bird wasn’t limping now. I’d seen fast recoveries before, but this…?

As we approached I became aware of the sound of chattering. From within the structure before us came the sound of human voices, talking to one another excitedly. A frown flickered across my face. The griffin looked at me for answers, and I shrugged. I suppose word had gotten around. And word gets around fast here at Camp Half-Blood.

We entered the arena, stepping through the gates into the main battleground. Sitting in the rings were a lot of other demigods, too engrossed in their own conversations to notice us just yet. Cinder looked around nervously, obviously noticing the metallic glints of celestial bronze and stygian iron weapons, all held in the hands of the half bloods.

I grinned at him mischievously, walking toward the other side of the arena. I turned as I spoke to him, continuing to walk backwards. I almost had to yell to be heard over the noise. “Wait here bird, I’ve got to get my armour.”
He looked worried, standing there as the demigods finally noticed him, and the stands went quiet. I turned back toward the gate, flicking my brown hair over my shoulder, and went into one of the rooms hidden beneath the stands. I retrieved a set of the armour left here for duels and such, putting it on as fast as I could. The stands were still silent.

I took a deep breath, drawing my sword, before I stepped back out into the open.

Cinder still stood where I had left him, yellow eyes darting from face to face. He was tense, feet in a ready position. Ready for what, I wasn’t entirely sure. The guy didn’t have any sword or anything to fight with in a human form.

A cheer erupted from my half-siblings as they saw me emerging from the sheltered room on the opposite side of the arena. I raised Skotono above my head, and Cinder’s gaze snapped back to me. Even in the afternoon sun his eyes seemed to glow slightly.

I smiled at the bird, before I addressed the crowd. “Are you ready to see this monster dusted?” I yelled.

They yelled back their affirmations, some raising weapons and clanging them on accompanying shields.

Cinder still watched me, his head slightly tilted. “You’re going to want to change form, bird,” I said to him, slightly quieter so only the closest half-bloods could hear.

At first I didn’t think he’d heard me- he just stood there, unmoving. Then he shrugged, visibly relaxing. I had to hide the frown that spread across my face when he didn’t change.

“So be it,” I muttered to myself, before raising my voice to a yell again. “Are you ready, bird?”

“Are you ready?” He yelled back. I could see him grinning, the bastard. What was he so cocky about? He didn’t even have a sword, and he seemed to be sticking in his human shape for now.

Grumbling, I advanced. I twirled my sword in my hand. The crowd had gone quiet, watching the two of us carefully.

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