My school year's just about over and I think that you all know at least a bit what that means. Work. Work. Work. Never ending work. Extra projects. Monologues. Oral presentation. Science labs. Work. Work... I'm sorry, but fanfiction had to take the passenger seat. I'm sorry, but my last exam is tomorrow and so things should run a bit more smoothly. The story will definitely be finished before the end of summer.
Disclaimer: I don't own the following characters.
9
Warlocks and Weapons
They burst from the forest and scrambled away from its edge.
Clarisse was last- not because she was slow, but because she was defending all of them with a huge stick that was pretty sucky as far as weapons went. But it was the best even a daughter of Ares could do. Connor shouldn't talk- he and Travis had been throwing rocks at...
The monster burst from the forest after them. Well, monsters. It was a pack of lynxes with foaming mouths and wild eyes. Connor kind of remembered sort of what the myth about lynxes was like. Some dude, King Lyncus, had tried to kill an envoy of Demeter when he'd come to teach about agriculture. Demeter got pissed and turned him into a lynx. Connor assumed that these were his minions.
If not a Minotaur with a dragon's tail was about to come out of the forest and suck their blood like an Empoussa. That was theory number two.
Laurel was using her belt as a whip to make one of the lynxes back off. Pollux was imitating their growl to sound dominant- that was dangerous. Will was up in a tree and throwing down sticks and schist. Clarisse was using some serious kung fu or something to wack the lynxes away. She knocked down a few of them, but they kept coming. Directly at her.
"Why don't we get any weapons?" Clarisse growled, frustrated.
It was as if she'd said a trigger word of some sort. The lynxes froze just as Connor smacked one on the head, and turned into adorable tabby kittens, playful and harmless. They chased each other away.
The wind blew again, a gentle, harmless breeze this time, and a new message wrote itself down in the sand.
Exactly what I was thinking yesterday.
And the day before.
And
The
Day
Before
That.