Chapter One: I Battle My First Cyclops
Izzy's POV:
The simulation starts. I'm already hot and sweaty from the last one, but I usually force myself to do as many as possible before I collapse, unless someone stops me first. I mean, we never know what is waiting out there. One day, I'll be able to go on an actual quest, but for now, I'm stuck doing simulations. Ugh…
Oh! I haven't introduced myself! My name is Isabelle Silena Herondale. But everyone just calls me Izzy, just like my great aunt. My mother is Zoe Jackson, and my father is Max Herondale. I know what you're thinking, "Who the heck are these people?" Have a little patience, I'm getting there. My mother is the daughter of Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase. The two most powerful demigods in the whole world. There's books all about them, so if you don't know who they are, go read them! My father was the son of Jace Herondale and Clary Fray/Fairchild(her real last name was Fairchild, but she prefers Fray). Once again, there are books all about them, go read them if you don't know who they are!
Technically, I'm not supposed to be alive. Shadowhunters(yes, that's supposed to be one word, it's what they're called) and demigods don't usually mix, but oh well. My mom was half god, getting 1/4 of her godliness from both of her parents, and my father was half angel, being a shadowhunter and all. So basically, I'm 1/4 god, 1/4 angel, and 1/2 human. This combination makes for a lot of monster attacks. So, I train.
The next sim turned out to be one of the battles from the last Giant war. This one's one of the hardest to cope with for me, seeing as my grandparents(demigod side) were in this war. I ready my sword, and prepare to fight. A name flashes on the screen in the back, Luke Castellan. He's one of the easier levels on this thing. Now, if I had gotten Kronos, Ares, or Athena, that would be a challenge. Though, it's probably a good thing I got him, it's better than passing out trying to duel a god. As the sim loads, I start thinking about how I'm going to beat him this time. Being a great granddaughter of Athena, I inherited the ability to strategize everything. As my grandmother would say, "Athena always has a plan."
I smile when I picture Grandma Annabeth saying that to my grandfather. I'm snapped out of my reverie with the whirring of the simulator, and I raise my blade. Riptide, the sword I inherited from Percy, gleams golden in the light of the simulation finally starting up.
I get ready, expecting Luke to materialize any second. But he never shows. Instead, I get a full on blast of hot, dry air. My brows furrow and I look around.
"What's happening!" I scream. "Binica Solace-di Angelo, I swear to the gods, if this is one of-"
"Wrong," a voice states calmly. "I'll give you two more tries."
'Hey, he sounds like-Dad?' I think timidly. 'But that's impossible, you're dea- Oh come on! This camp can't go one day without something going wrong can it!
"Cyclopes," I spit.
"Ding ding ding!" he confirms. "We have a winner!" I roll my eyes at his attempt at humor.
"Would you just hurry up and show yourself so I can send your pathetic essence back to Tartarus?" I ask sarcastically. A deep chuckle booms through the room.
"That's how you want to play, is it?" the cyclopes asks. "Well then, let's play little demiangel." (In case you were wondering, that's the name for my kind.) The cyclopes gradually thuds his way out of the shadows, and makes his way into the light.
"Ugh, you're even uglier than I thought you would be." And it's true. His hair is matted and tangled in a wadded up mess, as if he couldn't care less about personal hygiene, which was probably true, now that I think about it. He looked to be only about 7 feet tall, small for one of his kind, probably a teenager. His armor stank of sweat, rust and, mold. He definitely doesn't clean that either. As his face finally comes into view, he's smirking, probably thinking he can battle a "puny" demiangel and win. That's where he was wrong. I use my size to my advantage.
I quickly jumped into a natural fighting stance, and got ready for him to attack. "Well little girl, are you going to attack me or not?" he bellowed.
"My name's not little girl!" I cried, charging straight at him. I definitely caught him off guard, which was what I was going for. He stumbled back, not actually expecting me to attack first. I smirk. 'Your mistake!' I thought to myself. I slashed at his legs with Riptide, slicing the skin directly behind his knees. I lunged out of the way before he could hit me again.
The air above me whistled, and out of instinct I lunged to the side. And just in time too. The cyclops' hand thudded into the ground where I was, cracking the wooden floor. I righted myself quickly, keeping my eyes on the monster. I lunged again and my sword managed to slice a deep gash in his upper arm.
"Again with the theatrics," the cyclops taunted. "If you were a real hero, you would have gotten in a few more life threatening blows." I didn't reply. Instead, I stabbed him in the back. My sword came out with a sickening sound, covered his blood.
"How's that for a life threatening blow?" I asked with a smirk. The shocked look on his face gave me all the answer I needed. I watched him crumble to dust in satisfaction. With an invisible wind, his remains blew back to the depths of Tartarus, and I turned to head out the door.
"Miss Gray!" I yelled, running into the hallway. This new problem needed to be fixed, and fast, before anything else started showing up.