Chapter Seven
Reminiscing 'bout the Days of Old
Saying bacon isn't exactly correct. It was a pig. Clazmonian Sow to be exact. I cursed as it headed straight for us. I had battled this once before, and it took a giant statue to destroy it last time.
"Duck!" I hollered.
REEEEEEEEEEEET! The sow screeched, flapping its wings. I slashed at it with my Sword, even though I knew it wouldn't help any.
"Daddy! What do we do? We can't destroy that thing!"
I knew this to be true. The only way to destroy the sow was to hit it hard enough. Our human bodies didn't have enough strength to pound the pig hard enough.
"You need to go back to camp! Your mother and me will handle this."
"I, Percy your mother and I. Not me." Annabeth corrected.
Out took me a moment to figure out what she was talking about, but I did.
"This isn't the time for grammars, Annabeth!"
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEET! Smack! A wing struck my face and I landed in a tree.
"Percy!"
"Daddy!"
"What the Hades!"
Ah, the rest of my children had woken up just in time to see their dad be heroically thrown into a tree by their favorite breakfast meat. I shook my head and sat up on the tree branch. What had enough power to kill this best? I stated at the branches. This tree might work.
"Annabeth!" I yelled, "Get the sow under this tree and keep it there!"
I dropped out of the tree before looking to see how high I was. Ouch. My ankle wasn't broken, but it hurt. But, I ignored it and began hacking at the tree trunk. An ax would have worked better.
"Annabeth, get the thing under the tree!" I shouted.
I turned back to cutting, trusting she would do her part. The decision to cut the tree down was one that I regretted soon after. As I chopped the final cut, I looked over to see Annabeth under the oak, holding the pig down.
"Annabeth!"
Stupidly, I put my body under the tree and tried to hold out up, but the momentum was to great. Annabeth rolled out of the way at the last second, while I was not quite as lucky. My right arm was crushed.
"AH! Shit!"
This situation caused for a little more than "ow"
"Percy!"
"Daddy!"
"Dad!
"REEEE-"
All the noise happened at once.
"Percy, you Seaweed Brain!" Annabeth groaned as she crept over to inspect me. Thankfully, this was not the worst pain I had ever been in, so I could deal with it.
"Gods, Annabeth, get it off!"
Her eyebrows were scrunched together in worry.
"I'm going to, Percy. You could lose too much blood with an entire tree on that arm. It could fall off."
My kids stood on the other side of me, remaining silent. The tree was obviously too heavy to lift. I could barely think. Andrew picked up Riptide.
"Woah! I'm not that hopeless yet!" I hollered.
"Relax, Dad, I'm just going to chop the tree into a small log so we can roll it off."
"Oh, okay."
That was logical. He began hacking away. Annabeth finished scavenging through her backpack and pulled out some ambrosia.
"Here," she said, feeding it to me. Just then, my entire family went flying to the side, huge spikes striking each of them. Andrew lost his grip on Riptide, and it almost impaled me. I couldn't see what was happening. In a moment, there was silence.
"Annabeth?"
No answer, and I knew I wouldn't get one. I blacked out
I often wondered why I always ran into the same monsters over and over. Sure, sometimes I meet some new ones, But it's always the same ones usually. I guess they want revenge, and the others don't really want to start anything with me. I don't know. Anyway, I woke up, still pinned under the oak. I hadn't been out long, because I still had my arm. However, I wanted to make sure I didn't lose it. My right arm was caught, so I had to reach over onto my left pocket to get Riptide out of my pocket. Thankfully, I got it out. I uncapped my sword and took wild swings at the bark. Eventually, I broke through, moaning the entire time. I pushed with all my might, and the log rolled away. I slowly struggled to my feet and looked around. Now where the Hades was my family taken? Then I collapsed again, my head spinning. My arm tingled I glanced around and saw Annabeth's backpack. I loved that woman. Always prepared, unlike me. I crawled over and stick my hand inside, groping for some Ambrosia. I feed myself some more, and waited, hoping earnestly that I could find my family. At that moment, I saw, out of the corner of my eyes, a flash of rainbow.
ANNABETH POV
Nothing compares to the emotional agony of losing your husband, our any loved one for that matter. I had lost him so many times, you think I would be strong enough to take it, but you never get used to it. Why couldn't he ever just let me take care of myself? He knows I'm capable. But, of course, he shows his love for me. he's compassionate. That's his strength and his weakness. His absolutely wonderful fatal flaw. My family was being taken somewhere. I was panicked. But nothing made me fret more than thinking about how frantic Percy would be. He hadn't been emotionally stable since Tartarus. When he put his heart into something, or someone, it was all the way. I had confidence, but I still was haunted. I had a family that depended on me. I couldn't die. Besides that, I still had red on my ledger. But then again, I thought. Maybe this was that red mark finally catching up.
