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"Percy run faster!" His mother yelled from beside him.
Heavy, monstrous breathing could be heard from directly behind the three of them. Percy, his mother, and Grover in between them carrying the newly revealed to be satyr. The sounds of their footsteps hitting the wet earth were being drowned out by the ever increasing noise of the monsters furious charge behind them.
Suddenly, Grover felt to have gotten even heavier, and Percy turned his head to see the outline of his mother charging away, attempting to draw the massive beast's attention.
"Get past that tree Percy! I'll be fine just go!" She shouted, running.
"Food!" Grover shouted, interrupting anything Percy may have had to say.
He grit his teeth, and began walking up the hill as fast as he possibly could, hoping the best for his mother.
Percy took a breath, and slipped in the mud, his newly revealed satyr friend Grover slipping out of his arms. The tree was so close…
He looked back briefly, seeing his mother in the hands of the monster that was chasing them for miles. The Minotaur held her up to its face, and then squeezed. His eyes widened when she disappeared in a yellow flash of light, and he screamed in anger. The light illuminated the darkness surrounding it, revealing its wet brown fur.
The beast was massive, but the shock of his mother dying in front of his eyes… or perhaps the anger, made him not care one wit about how many muscles or horns it had.
He wanted it dead.
However, as he was about to charge at it in a reckless attempt at revenge, several shots of some… crossbow bolts? Flew past the creature, not harming it in the least. Lightning flashed, and for a moment, he saw the source of the bolts.
A massive man stood, well over six feet, about a yard from the monster. He was clad all in black plated armor adorned with a black cape at his back. His forearms were not covered by the armor, revealing several scars and open wounds, perhaps from a previous battle. Blood oozed out from in between the plates of his armor, and drizzled down his arm.
Percy could not distinguish his facial features before the light disappeared, the last thing he saw being the man drawing an impossibly massive blade from under his cape. Percy heard the Minotaur charge towards that general direction, and by time the next lightning flash illuminated the wet grassy field, he saw the sword cleaving the monster in half, turning the beast to ashes.
Percy wiped the tears from his eyes, and grabbed Grover once again, dragging him past the tree and laying him down. He looked down past the hill, seeing several lit cabins and a house with several inviting lights on within. He looked back down to where the man was, and saw that he was kneeling. The darkness shrouded all but his shape.
Percy looked down to Grover, and back to the large man who saved him.
"I'll be back in a minute sir! Just hang on!" He shouted down at him.
The man's form seemed to glance up at him, and it remained still. Percy quickly kneeled back down, and picked up Grover once more, moving as fast as he could without slipping down the hill. His vision was blurry, and he was soaked to the bone, shivering as he went forwards towards the large house. Percy's legs were still shaking with fear when he took that first step onto the wooden porch.
He adjusted himself, and began banging on the door.
"Let me in! Please!" He shouted.
He heard footsteps from the inside of the door, and saw the gold colored doorknob turn. It was pulled open, and a girl stood in the doorway. She had grey eyes, and long blonde haired that reached down past her shoulders. She wore an orange short sleeved shirt that read 'camp half-blood' in black letters.
Grey eyes? How… odd. Not the weirdest thing to happen today by far however.
"Please help… my friend- My mom!" Percy yelled.
"Whoa calm down… Grover!?" She shouted, noticing the unconscious satyr. "Charon get out here please!"
"Food!" Grover shouted.
Much to Percy's surprise, Mr. Brunner of all people rolled out in his wheelchair, his coffee smell and brown jacket not seeming to have changed one bit since all of this nasty business began. His beard had a bit of what looked like corn in it, looking as if he had just finished eating.
"Mr. Brunner!?" Percy shouted.
"By the gods Percy! Are you alright? Come in, we need to treat you and Grover's wounds." He told the young half-blood.
Percy complied, the girl stepping aside and allowing the both of them inside of the house. The girl took Grover from Percy's shoulder, and Percy fell down to one knee, his exhaustion finally becoming apparent to him.
"Are you alright?" Mr. Brunner asked him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
Percy looked up to him.
"My mom is gone…" Percy said, weeping. "B-but there's this guy outside the camp that killed a Minotaur and saved me! You gotta help him he looked pretty banged up!"
Percy didn't have much time to say anything else before he completely lost consciousness, his last thoughts being of his mother.
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He was so… confused. Guts felt the rain pour down and mat down his black hair. His armor glistened whenever the lightning flashed due to the water on his plate. The berserker armor was still bloody despite the heavy rain fall. The tip of the Dragonslayer was stuck into the ground, The Black Swordsman using it to support his weight.
As he looked down on the ashes of his now fallen opponent, he could only wonder…
What the hell was he doing here? In this place? Guts blinked his remaining eye, and sighed. Every time he took a breath he felt pain. He definitely had a few broken ribs, maybe more, but his injuries were extensive. He was covered in several lacerations all over his bare arms and face, and Guts could tell he was lightly concussed.
He didn't even know why, he just knew it hurt. The first thing that happened he can remember was fighting that Minotaur. Was that an apostle? If it was, why did his brand not bleed while he was fighting it?
He clenched his teeth in frustration, and looked down to his feet, taking more deep breaths.
"You there!" He heard a deep voice yell.
Guts looked up to the source of the voice, which was on top of the hill.
Standing next to the lone pine tree was the silhouette of what seemed to be a man riding a horse. However… something seemed very off. He could not see the head of the horse anywhere. The man's legs were missing as well, and Gut's eye widened.
He gripped the hilt of his blade, and drew it from the ground. The centaur raised his hands.
"I mean no harm sir!" It yelled. "A boy told me you needed assistance?"
Guts looked to the ground. There were a few centaurs on Elfhelm; they didn't try to butcher him alive. Besides, even if the thing wanted him dead, he would beat back any trap he may have lain out for the Black Swordsman. Guts sighed, and sheathed his blade once more.
"Yes." Guts responded.
"Are you a half-blood? I can't pick up your scent." It said.
Guts raised an eyebrow.
"I don't know what the hell that's supposed to be." Guts said.
"If you were human or half-blood I could tell your scent, and you most definitely aren't a monster." It said.
Guts took a few steps in its direction.
"I'm human, right down to the marrow of my bones." He replied.
The centaur tilted his head in question.
"I give you permission to enter this place. Follow me; I think we have a great many things to speak of."
End of prologue. Longer chapters in the future. Do me a super solid and leave a review, I take all kinds, the good, the bad, and the ugly. Do it now.