10th chappie! :)
How blunt are all the arrows of thy quiver in comparison with those of guilt. ~Robert Blair
Frank sat on the bed in his Argo dorm, his head in his hands.
Frank, you idiot! You could have saved them! You could have tied some rope to the arrow and shot it to them! If that happened, maybe the wouldn't be gone-
They are not gone. They've simply fallen into a certain endless pit of doom-
Shut up, me.
Frank sighed, and stood up. He needed some fresh air.
You had a clear shot, and you missed it.
I said, shut up!
-:-
Frank stood on the deck, and watched the sky be painted with shades of pinks, blues, and purples. Frank breathed the fresh air deeply. His nerves were still running on adrenaline, and he could feel his arms morphing into wings-
Clang!
Frank abruptly turned back to his human form and nocked an arrow. He spun around to see Leo facing the dragon masthead, holding a wrench.
Wait a second. He was working on the masthead. While the ship was flying.
"Dude, are you crazy?!"
Usually, Leo would grin like a maniac, and spit a sarcastic remark. Today though, Leo placed the tool back in his tool belt.
"As crazy as the gods."
Frank blinked in surprise. No matter how much they wanted to, the Romans never insulted the gods. The gods are much more strict in their Roman forms. One Maledicam deos!* and you're reduced to a pile of dust.
"I mean, really," Leo continued, "the gods could've saved Percy and Annabeth. Who cares about the Ancient Laws? The gods are 'forcing' irresponsible teenagers to do there work."
Leo climb over the masthead (Frank was told that the head's name was Happy) and jumped on the deck.
"I just wish that I could have saved them."
You had a clear shot, and you missed. The voice repeated.
Frank grumbled, "Shut up."
Leo looked at him surprised, and Frank shook his head. "Sorry, just... tense at my thoughts."
"You too?"
Frank looked at him questionably. "What do you mean?"
"I thought the voice of doubt in my head was something the eidolons left, or whatever."
"Oh."
They stood in awkward silence.
The night settled in and Frank pondered Leo's thoughts.
Why didn't the gods help us?
Because of the Ancient Laws, you idiot.
Who cares about the Ancient Laws? The gods already broke their promises of Styx. Especially Minerva. That spawn of Mi-
The voice seemed to change from his own to a woman's. How peculiar.
Terra.
A chuckle. Aren't you the smart one.
Get out of my head.
Do you think that the gods care about you? Your father chose your mother so that he can have a powerful offspring.
Get out.
He wants a champion of Rome, not a son. Wh-
"Frank? Fra-ank. Franky?"
Frank blinked, and Leo grinned a fake see-through grin.
"Dude, you scared me for a sec." Leo's face grew serious again. "Jason's calling for a war meeting. Come on."
Leo headed for the stairs.
You had a clear shot, and you missed it. Terra repeated. You're a fail.
Frank responded by marching to the meeting room defiantly.
*Means 'curse the gods!', according to Google Translate.
Sorry if there was any OOCness. I also know that there wasn't much Frank-ness, if you know what I mean.
This was a stupid idea, but I didn't have anymore. All I have to say to this chapter is...
Blah. Gah. Mah.
Next chapter's title- Hunted
PS- The reason why I chose the quote was because of the words arrows and guilt. Another blah to me.