Hello fanfiction! I have a surprise for you. First a thanks to all my reviewers, followers and favorites. H mae, who i am happy enjoyed the story and it was her idea for the lightning bolts on Star cheeks. Seriously smacking myself for not thinking of it. Big mike, i love percy jackson and Rick Riodan created a beautiful world that i dont think i could ever have came up with. SVTFOEFanatic, i'm sorry i nearly made you cry but a fair warning, this one is going to tug at your heartstrings. fioleefan, i am glad this story helped turn your day around.
Now this is a hidden 3rd chapter that I was writing for the Greek AU. This is the last one for this set of stories. It was a secret to everyone, even H. mae. While writing, i had indeed noticed Marco wasn't getting enough internal thoughts and dialogue, so i wrote this. It's the missing fight between Marco and the Minotaur. So for obvious reasons I could not post it up before the 2nd chapter and i did not want to add it on because that one was huge.
So to clarify this takes place near the end of the 2nd part of the Greek AU when Star is fighting Tom. This is my shortest chapter but it is more of an extra scene than anything. So thank you for all your support, love of the story. It brings a smile to my face. now I'm going to go write the next chapter for if I miss you (up tomorrow hopefully) so H mae, loyal readers and fanfiction, enjoy! i own nothing
As Star took to the air, the look of confusion and pure joy on her face etching permanently into his brain for him to enjoy for the reminder of his life, Marco turned to see the Minotaur closing in on him.
It's massive muscles were easily bigger than Marco's head with veins the size of snakes crossing every inch its body. It's blood red eyes were hungry for a fight and its impatience was evident by the puffs of air bursting forth from its snot.
Marco glanced upwards towards the half man, half bull creature. He let out a small wince, gently rubbing where Jackie's claws sunk into his side. He was surprised Star hadn't noticed his wound but then again, she would have done something silly like try to save him. He knew was a dead man when Star mentioned the underworld all those days ago.
The minotaur raised its ax high into the air before bringing it down to slice Marco in half. Marco effortlessly sidestepped the blade, moving just for it to miss by an inch. Marco whirled his sword hand around, cutting the beast's leg deeply.
The minotaur roared out in pain, swinging the ax wildly towards Marco. Marco leaned back, the blade barely missing his chin before twirling around in a circle, cutting the exact same place he had previously wounded the minotaur.
The minotaur snorted in pain as it stumbled weakly around, reaching for anything it could use to steady itself.
Marco could hear the loud cracking of Star's attacks. He wasn't concerned about her. If anything Marco learned anything these last few days, Star could take care of herself.
As the minotaur reached for him with two hands, Marco dug his blade deep into the dirt, swinging directly at his enemy's face, blinding the beast with dust before rolling through his wide open legs as it clawed desperately at its face.
Marco bit his lip as his wound collided with the ground repeatedly, Jackie's poison spreading through his body with each passing heartbeat.
He remembered the shift in Jackie's eyes, a bright blue star shining deep within the wells of her eyes. It was the first time he was overcome with uncontrollably desire. Star's sweet voice echoing all around him as he felt like he was sinking through thick fog while the boat raced down the river in a blur of colors.
When Jackie slipped aboard, part of him knew it was her. But when her form switched between Star and her true self, he could feel the longing aching to break out of his chest. He knew it was ridiculous: he was a simple mortal and Star? Star was a goddess in every sense of the word.
But as Jackie, disguised as Star, approached him with a near perfect match for Star's smile, he faltered for a moment. He knew it wasn't Star in front of him, Star smiled much wider and she loved grinning her teeth teasingly in his direction., her eyes shining with a mischievous glee and some other emotion Marco couldn't place.
But he gave into temptation, into the impossible chance it was actually Star, that it was not only real but actually happening. A goddess and a mortal. In that moment he wanted nothing more but to believe it was true
Then the oar smashed into Star and sent her sprawling into the water and Marco nearly leapt after her in fear before being turned around by the real Star. The illusion was broken but he felt like an old wound had been ripped open violently. He felt raw as a sense of loss and reality came crashing over him like a wave. He pulled back from Star, afraid he would give into his urge and throw the false mask of sarcastic snark away and just kiss the damn girl.
The minotaur roared, lunging at Marco. The wound doubled in pain and Marco hunched over, unable to leap out of the way as the Minotaur's fist connected with his stomach.
Marco could feel something break in his chest as breathing became very difficult
Marco remembered when he first saw Star standing in his store. She was beautiful but so was Jackie, Rosa and Circe had been as well. No one that beautiful came to him unless they was attempting to end his life.
When he found out Star was a goddess, he tried his hardest to keep her away. Oh lord did he try, but each passing moment became better and better.
He was flirting with her. He knew that with every sarcastic retort and playful jab. Most people found his sarcasm too subtle but not Star. She had picked on it and began fighting back. Marco was impressed with her sharp wit and he couldn't help but feel they were verbally dancing with one another, releasing years of loneliness with another that felt that same pain.
Marco thought it was wishful thinking and began trying not to stare at Star. But those campfire nights were the hardest. The first 2 nights she had sat across from him and Marco couldn't help but marvel at her long, flowing blonde hair as bright as the sun with her shining oceanic blue eyes staring at her, clearly having the time of her life. Marco would sneer and lightly scoff at the random pieces of grass stuck in her hair but basked in a quiet glee when he ran his fingers through her soft hair at her request to help her get them off.
But that 3rd night while he laid on a grassy knoll, staring into the vast sky above him was when the mask cracked. Star had laid next to him unexpectedly, head on his shoulder as she pointed gleefully above. She had happily told him the story of her birth, how her father had plucked the brightest star out of the sky and feed it to her mother. Marco remembered turning to face her only to see her expectantly staring at him, their hands lightly brushing but neither mentioning it. Marco gave her a smile and said that was a really awesome story. She giggled and thanked him
The minotaur screamed, ripping the ground around it in attempt to scare Marco but Marco knew he was dying. Tom knew that Star would waste time destroying the minotaur allowing him to escape. Marco was going to die but that was okay. Star would be safe. The world live on and maybe Marco would have finally done something to make his parents proud.
The minotaur swung his blade straight at Marco , the shaft of the ax catching him in the middle, pushing a rib through his chest as he began feeling cold, the warmth from the kiss fading along with his life. Marco gripped the ax tightly before yanking it out of the Minotaur's hands with surprising strength. The Minotaur staggered forward, thrown off by its wound and Marco's strength.
Marco lifted the ax as high as he could before bringing it down directly into the skull of his foe.
As the minotaur fell to the floor, dead and defeated, a sharp pain surged through Marco's body. He fell onto the floor, staring up at the ceiling as a bright light shone just a little ways away from him.
He could see Star, victorious over Tom like he knew she would be.
He saw her began screaming his name, begging for him not to die, not to leave her yet.
He wanted to comfort her, he wanted to let her know how amazing she really was, how this was all worth it, and how much he loved her.
He wanted too but his voice was hoarse and weak and his body pushed too far.
Besides, he thought himself as the darkness overtook his sigh, I'm just a mortal. How could I ever be worthy of a Star?