Chapter 2- What the Hades?
I should be helping in the reconstruction of the Titan war, but of course I HAD to make a schedule on who has to feed the dragon protecting Thalia's tree. And I have to give the giant fire breathing, scaly, deadly reptile, named Peleus some hamburger meat. Just another day in the life of a demigod.
So I'm stuck giving this thing its dinner when I can help rebuild more than most of the other demigods. I am a daughter of Hephaestus, with some blood of Athena on my mother's side. Not only can I rebuild a bunch of buildings and make weapons, but also I can try to make them better. I'm not as good as my friend Annabeth Chase, but she's redesigning Olympus so I feel like I should try to reconstruct anything.
I think a lot, so that's what I was doing while I fed Peleus. Something didn't feel quite right though, and I have learned to pay attention to that feeling. I have only felt that when something bad was about to happen. I whipped around to see another dragon, I think, crash land before my eyes, narrowly avoiding Thalia's tree. My feet almost never touched the floor, I was running so fast. I thought I saw someone on that flying lizard. Clearing a tail swipe from Peleus, and barging through some tough foliage I stumbled upon the red creature, and I saw a boy just a few feet away from the thing. Of course today is when I left my dagger back in the cabin. Best thing for me to do is regroup but I decide to do the second thing, hang back and observe.
"What the Hades?" I said quietly. The boy was still alive, seeing as he started to move his head again.
"That was definitely not our best landing, bud" He said to the dragon. The dragon started to get up, and lets say that it isn't that frightening. It looked like an enormous chicken with a big mouth and scales rather than a beak and feathers. At least until I stepped on a branch. The boy, who was wearing a fur vest, fur boots, a dull red shirt and a helmet with horns attached to it, gave a hand signal and the dragon's tail burst into a spiked mass and then a ton of pointed scales were thrown in my direction. Each spike pinning a part of my clothing to the nearby tree.
"Hey calm down, I was just wondering if you were ok." I said. I was trembling, well as much as I could. I did not want to touch the spikes because they smelled like poison. It was a lot harder since his dragon was staring me down, a flame began to flicker within its large fanged mouth. Not only that but the boy had a relatively intimidating shield and knife.
"Hey buddy, not yet." The boy said, and the dragon instantly held its flame, unprickled its tail, and began to preen itself I'm assuming. "Now, tell me, what's your name, where am I, Where's Berk, and why were you stalking me. You should not stalk a Viking, especially one with a 900 pound dragon."
"I'm Elena, um you're right next to camp half blood near New York, what the Hades is Berk, and you were on a dragon, I needed to make sure you weren't a threat to camp. I have a question for you. WHY ARE YOU ON A DRAGON!?"
"I am a dragon trainer, Viking, fighter, and a whole bunch of other stuff. Do you understand, you simple peasant? Yes or do I have to go over it"
"I am not a simple peasant, I'm a demigod. Half god half mortal." I said my face flushing with anger
"Wait, you're related to Thor?" the boy asked quizzically, as if deciding whether to kill me on the spot of to grovel at my feet. "I want you to take me to this camp of yours, this instant."
"Well, I cant do that since I'm kinda PINNED TO A TREE." I said.
"You are so lame, how in the world could you be related to Thor himself?" he said while prying the scales out of the tree bark. I started to think of a plan, a Viking and a dragon are basically holding me hostage. If I do 'show' them where Camp is I can escape and maybe tell Percy, or some of the people from Ares cabin. They would surely send this guy packing. If he can somehow get into the camp, seeing as a dragon and some powerful magic guards it.
"Thanks," I answered as sarcastically as possible, "now follow me to the camp. Watch out for Peleus though. He hasn't been fed yet."
"Just take me to this camp of yours. Is it anything like the dragon academy?"
"Rude, and just figure that out by yourself."
We walked through the forest for about five minutes, the whole time a knife in the Viking boy's hand and a dragon with poisonous spines at the ready. It wasn't until Peleus traced our scent that things got hectic. Peleus shot a burst of flames towards us but he has the aim of Percy with a bow. I rolled out of the spray of ash, while the Viking boy switched to his shield and blocked whatever flame came at him. His dragon thus grabbed him and flew into the canopy and rapidly shot a plethora of spines and about six shots of fire at poor Peleus. The poor dragon got some spines through its wings, and all six fire bolts landed in its mouth. I couldn't quite follow the boy's movement, he and the dragon moved very swiftly in the trees. It was only after Peleus quieted down that the boy and the dragon came down from the canopy.
"That was not very fun. I should probably try to document this dragon for the book of dragons. Thanks, Apollo."
"Wait, why are you thanking Apollo. He's a god, and he doesn't help mortals."
"Dude, Apollo is my dragon, I know he is godlike but he definitely helps me.
"Nooooo, Apollo is the god of the sun, music, and medicine."
"Oh whatever. Just take me to your camp."
"Alright, just follow me." I responded stiffly. At least now he wont be able to follow me anymore. I proceeded to take a few steps, enough to enter the camp line. I can finally go back to doing normal stuff, like feeding Peleus, sword fighting or picking strawberries.
"So this is your camp, it is a lot nicer than Berk this time of year." He said, "don't you think, Apollo?"
"What the hades, how did you get in here?"
"You led me here. Now, APOLLO WHERE THE FRICK ARE YOU!?" the boy proclaimed, now imitating the sound of his dragon, except it was really loud and really terrifying enough that the whole camp heard and came with all the celestial bronze they could muster.
"Frick" the boy said and thus proceeded to prepare himself for battle with his knife in his right hand and shield in the left, the horned helmet looking more menacing as he bowed his head. "A little help, Apollo!" With a flash of spikes a dragon was in the camp. Then things got completely out of control. The boy's Apollo scooped up his rider, and proceeding to take to the skies. Just beyond the reach of our only surviving bow's range. Not even the Apollo cabin kids could get him, but the dragon still had some spines left on its tail; plus we were in its range. Being asked by the boy, Apollo shot his remaining spines into a large fence, surrounding all of us campers. Only after we threw all of the weapons we had at him did they come back down.
"Who the hades are you?" one of the Stoll brothers said, "Because you are supah fly," the other said, "You should hang with us." Trying to find out where they were, I looked around the makeshift enclosure, and I saw that we were missing one person.
"Roxas," the boy said, "I am Roxas Revo-" at that moment he was hit by a monstrous wave cause by none other than Percy Jackson. His dragon flew out of the way, and tried to use one of its long rang attacks but he was out of fire and out of spikes. Roxas got up and gave a nearly imperceptible hand signal and charged. Percy rolled to the side to avoid a face full of shield and knife. Mid way through the roll, Roxas' dragon dove down, gripped Percy by the back, and flew up to a height of at least four stories. From down here I could still tell that he was exhausted, probably from making that wave. We were way to far from the river for him to use that water. Percy was in a tough spot, he can't attack the dragon, or he risks plummeting more than 40 feet, and right now I don't think that Roxas is willing to let any of us go.
"Roxas," I yelled, "how about you put Percy down, and we all talk in a civilized manner." That's if Vikings can do civilized.
Roxas did some sort of hand signal which must have meant 'come down but before you land throw the thing your holding about five yards.' "Sorry whoever you are! My dragon was supposed to set you down gently." Roxas said after wincing from Percy's ragdoll routine. "Bad, Apollo, bad." This earned many confused looks from everyone, including me.
"Question… Who the tartarus were you talking too? Our dad isn't here. If he were, we would be hearing a shipload of terrible haikus. So many haikus, all of them so terrible, dang it here I go." One of the Apollo kids said. I think that was the head of their house, but I have never socialized with him or her, so I wouldn't know.
"My dragon. His name is Apollo." Roxas said. "He has near perfect accuracy. I've read some stories about some other gods, and Apollo is said to have near perfect aim so, yeah." I had forgotten that he named his dragon Apollo.
After an awkward minute or two, his Apollo took matters into its own wings and knocked away our spiked fence with a swish of his tail. I'm starting to wonder who is the brains in their partnership. Or if there were any brains with those two.
"How about we try this again, I am Roxas Revolting Richard. I am part of the Hairy Hooligan tribe on the isle of Berk. Today I was racing two of my friends back on Berk when Apollo and I flew into a tear, or a hole of some kind. We were supposed to go into the Dragon Academy, but we ended up crashing into the forest next to your camp." the Viking explained while his dragon started chasing a harpy. "I've already met Elena, Percy I guess is the guy that Apollo threw over there, who the heck are the rest of you?"
With that, all of us introduced ourselves by name, last name, and godly parent. We were hesitant at first, but eventually we saw he's not a bad guy, and he even caught the Stolls first prank on him. It took nearly an hour to go through introductions and chasing the Stolls, but we did and the brothers now have a new target to prank. Plus we have a new reconstruction buddy. He is a mortal so he has to stay in the house with Chiron but he has already proven to be somewhat useful in construction. He is horrible with a hammer but he knows how to take the lead. The Stolls are already planning the next best prank on the new guy, but I just hope that they take into account the nine hundred pound dragon, and that Roxas is still in fact a Viking.
Again all rights and characters go to whoever they belong to. I only made Elena in this chapter.