Hello! This is the second chapter of Angsty, obviously. I thank everyone who has read so far, that's why I'm here after all. So, without further ado, enjoy!
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Percy didn't react as a flash of light filled his small home. The pup, having grown nearly a foot since he brought it home at less than five inches in height, bounded into the kitchen happily. A little girl's giggles filled the house as he pawed at the new arrival playfully. Percy stood and walked into the kitchen, where the sight of a nine year old girl and his Husky pup playing reached his eyes.
"How have you been Perseus?" the goddess asked,
"Better than expected. I did my job, but I don't think I'll ever do one again. The last one cost me my colors." Percy answered.
"What do you mean?" the goddess asked, confused,
"I'm colorblind now. I'm sure it isn't a physical illness or problem. I can see the colors of my sword, or my pup. But nothing else. The entire world is gray to me except for those two companions of mine." Percy answered. Hestia gaped at him,
"Truly? There is a prophecy about one who loses the ability to see color in war and is lonely until he falls in love and that love brings the color back to his world." Hestia asked,
"I'm not lying. But I hope that was a joke, I don't like prophecies." Percy frowned. Hestia giggled softly.
"It was, but I do think that your colorblindness could be cured by something similar to love. After all, you love the pup don't you? And you called your sword a companion, which means you trust it. Perhaps you have simply lost trust in the world and your soul is telling you that by taking away the colors of your vision." Hestia smiled and tapped the pup on the top of its head. The pup's coat acquired a brown tint to it.
"What did you do?" Percy asked,
"I made your pup partially immortal, he will age until he reaches the prime of his life and then remain so for eternity. I couldn't leave you alone without him after all." Hestia answered. Percy cracked a smile as she vanished in another flash of light.
Percy sighed as the campers played their game of capture the flag. His home was miles away, deep in the forest of Camp Half-Blood, and he could still hear them. His pup, Mavros, watched by the window happily. The dog never seemed to stop being happy. His fur was now multicolored, his overall coat was black, but it was accented with blue, brown, and green in spots. So along his spine green and black hairs mingled. Along his underbelly brown and black hairs mixed. Along his legs blue and black hairs mixed. But Mavros's eyes were silver, just like Percy's. He had accepted his final job, protecting Camp Half-Blood, with the price of Poseidon and Zeus blessing Mavros. The husky, now aged almost fifty five years, was happy to accompany Percy wherever he went. He turned back to the enchanted mirror sadly. Three demigods hurried across the wilderness of Upstate New York. A horde of monsters pursued them tirelessly, driving the demigods toward Camp. It was almost like Hades was challenging him to protect the children, but they were still too far from Camp. His rules, which he had created to prevent him travelling around the country rescuing demigods and never being at Camp to protect them, dictated that he not go out of sight of the Camp unless on a specified quest directly from the gods. The children would need to be in sight of Camp before he could help them. Then, the older girl turned toward where his mirror watched them from. Electric blue eyes stared directly into his silver for a full second, causing the girl to slow before she broke eye contact and started running again. Percy sat frozen for an entire minute. He'd learned that only things that evoked incredibly strong emotions in him brought back color to his vision. But, he'd never seen the girl before, how could she evoke that strong of an emotion, and why her eyes? Percy stood and motioned for Mavros to stay. He closed the door behind him and sprinted into the forest toward Camp Half-Blood at full speed, he was a blur.
Percy went as far as he could in the direction the demigods would come from. He stood there motionless for hours. Until a roar reached his ears. He itched to draw his sword but restrained himself. Soon the trio was in sight.
"Hurry!" he yelled at the blue eyed girl, if the others listened good for them, "Get over the hill! You'll be safe past the top of the hill!" He yelled to her. She stared at his eyes for a full second before sprinting past him, only a second after her companions. Percy smiled as he drew his sword and waited. He knew the trio had stopped at the crest of the hill, presumably waiting for their possible savior to catch up. The monsters emerged from the trees as he retreated to the bottom of Half-Blood hill. Hell hounds and Empousai froze in their tracks as they spotted his blade. A fury appeared in the air above them and spurred them on with a whip.
"You cannot protect the daughter of Zeus now Perseus." The creature hissed, Percy couldn't tell who it was,
"My job is to protect Camp Half-Blood. As far as I'm concerned I just saw three campers run up that hill." Percy answered.
Oooooh. I wonder what will happen next? Anyway, be sure to follow, favorite, and review! I'll see you next week!
