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.)


22. We place our flag. - Alyx

The two teams separated after Chiron reminded us all of the boundaries- the stream was the middle, the entire forest was fair play, so on and so forth.

We stopped by the cabins and armoury on our way to our positions, picking up any stray pieces of armour and magical weapons as we did so. We had gone over our plan of action a couple of times that evening, everyone in cabin six gathering around the central table of the cabin as Annabeth explained the loose idea, and then we all gave input on how it could be improved. We were pretty sure we were going to win.

This particular game we would use Zeus’ Fist as our flag’s location. Since the discovery of the labyrinth’s entrance and subsequent battle around the formation of rocks, everyone had thought the area cursed. Which was a shame, because it made an absolutely brilliant place to put the flag. On other occasions we steered clear of the surrounding land, skirting its edge, not wanting to evoke some horrific consequences.

However this wasn’t a regular day, and we needed to buy ourselves as much time as possible. Cabin four had the aid of a griffin- a creature who could fly. Any of our other usual spots wouldn’t work. After all, the best places for the flag were high up, difficult to climb, because nobody could reach them. For reasons previously mentioned that wouldn’t exactly work this time, so we had to resort to other tactics.

The land was cursed, right? Nobody placed their flags there anymore. Which was exactly why we needed to put ours there. They wouldn’t think to check here first, so it would give us the most time. In this case, tactics trumped the fear of any particular curse.

Annabeth led our team towards it, pairs of demigods splitting from the main group to reach their post. I continued alone as the bulk of our remaining team stopped at the base of the formation, almost all of them glancing around nervously, waiting for something bad to happen. Percy and Annabeth scaled the rocks, passing the flag between them as they clambered over them. They reached the top and, with a flourish, wedged the pole in the usual place.

A tree passed in front of my vision, and they were out of sight. A few moments later, and the hunting horn sounded, signalling the beginning of the match.

I readjusted my helmet, straightening it on my head. Every Friday I swear I get the one helmet in the whole armoury that’s just a bit too big for me. It always ends up sliding off to one side, obscuring my vision.

The woods were silent for a while, the two teams making their way toward the stream, where the fighting would begin. I moved at a light jog, angled mostly toward the far end of the woods, furthest from camp. We had two groups skirting the edges of the forest, curving their paths toward the enemy flag. Cabin four would most likely  have left most of their planning to the Ares demigods- or at least, they would have listened to them and heavily relied on their advice. We had decided their flag  would probably be in its usual place on that side- they had no griffin on the opposite team to worry about, after all.

The sound of running water reached my ears, and I looked up from my feet to see the silvery water through the trees. In the distance I heard the first clash of metal, and somewhere ahead of me I heard the snarl of some monster in the woods, followed by a muffled whimper as it met its end.

I took a deep breath, crouching down lower in the undergrowth. Those of us near the edges were to stay hidden, and to rely on the element of surprise. That meant sneaking through some of the denser areas of foliage. My boots were quiet on the earth, my feet moving silently, one in front of the other. I was one of the best in camp at sneaking around. Sure, I didn’t have Annabeth’s Yankees cap, but most of the time I didn’t need it.

If there was something to hide in, I was invisible.

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