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.)


24. A bad feeling. - Alyx

I was into enemy territory when I heard Cinder calling in the distance- from the direction of our own flag. This wasn’t good. I turned to start running back, a split second away from leaving the relative cover of the undergrowth and sprinting toward Zeus’ Fist, when I heard the sound of footsteps just ahead of me, and a fellow demigod came crashing through the brambles, clad in full armour. Their red plume streaked behind them like a horse’s tail, marking them as one of the enemy. I waited a few moments as they passed, before I unsheathed Skotono, and leaped after them.

A rather girlish yelp emerged from Paolo, who tumbled to the ground as I collided with him. His sword flew from his hands, and he yelled something in Portuguese as I pushed him further into the ground, using him to get myself back on my feet. I didn’t say anything, instead starting back toward our flag, leaving the son of Hebe to pick self up from the ground. I would have to apologise for that later.


I ran through the woods, splashing back over the stream. I knew I was abandoning my post- I should have kept going, stuck to the plan, found the enemy flag and brought it back while they were distracted by our own flag. But I couldn’t stop myself running back. I felt like something bad was going to happen- it rose up inside me like a bubble, a lump in my throat that I couldn’t get rid of.

There was a snarl to my immediate right, a wolf-like creature that was a distant shadow warning me not to get any closer. I payed it little attention, veering slightly more to the left as I ran back to base.

The sound of sword on sword was getting closer, the chink of metal and the movement of feet. I saw two other demigods up ahead, duelling with each other. I edged around them, my footsteps light, barely in contact with the ground for a moment.

The feeling of unease didn’t stop or lessen, growing stronger the closer I got to Zeus’ Fist, and our flag. I didn’t like this.

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