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Percy's POV
When I first arrived at the Wolf-House I couldn't help but feeling like I shouldn't be here. The red and gray stones gave off a feel like something was in there. Something I shouldn't come near. Tinder beams lay on the house, while I stay on the outskirts of the ground. Every time I build up the courage to go near the ground around me softens, like it was magically turning into quick sand. Something about this place wasn't natural; something defiantly didn't want me here.
After a few hours of scouting out the house I came back to my humble camp. A blue sleeping bag was laid out over a tarp. About 10 yards from that was a crudely made fire pit. There was charcoal a few pieces of charcoal laying around it but nothing to spectacular. Due to the fact that I had no one else to sentry I went to bed wide awake every night. I would eventually fall asleep accompanied only by the howls of wolves.
When I woke up my final day a deer grazed in the grass around me. It was relatively big, enough to feed me for the day. For some reason animals always seemed to come near me and the house. Maybe it was something with the house or Artemis was just blessing me with a good meal. Regardless of the reason it was so near I pulled out a bow that had appeared my first day and walked closer.
The thing about hunting is I'm not very good at it. Killing the animal with a sword would be too hard but I sucked with a bow and arrow. Most of the time to hit it I have to get in swords reach and by that time it was long gone. Luckily this time I felt a bit more confident about my shot. I pulled out my bow and nocked an arrow and took a deep breathe. Just as I was about to let go a shadow rose above me.
I quickly shot the arrow and turned around, behind me stood a seven foot tall ogre with six arms. Out of instinct I uncapped my sword and slashed right though him. I looked smugly down at the pile of dirt and turned back to where the deer was. Luckily I had got my shot off but sadly the arrow landed twenty feet behind it. I guess maybe I am not meant to be a hunter of any sort.
I kicked the ground where the deer was and hoped somehow it magically appeared cooked in front of my eyes only to be greeted by a hand shooting out of the ground. I quickly backed up and ran into something else; it was the ogre I killed! I swung my sword decapitating the ogre and ran to my camp. I looked back to see the decapitated ogre start to reform, not good. I grabbed what useful supplies I had left and ran to the Wolf House.
The closer I got the more the mud seemed to grow wetter and wetter. By the time I had reached the house I was knee deep in mood and surrounded. On all sides of the Wolf House stood more of the six handed men. They seemed to not be trying to advance but trying to keep me in, something definitely was wrong. If they went through so much effort to keep out why would they try to keep me in?
I turned around and walked into the burned mansion. The inside was as beat as the outside and had nothing special in it. It just had some old fashion burnt furniture and a few pictures. The only interesting thing was the pictures. Each of them depicted a giant wolf standing over two children, whether to protect them or eat them I didn't know.
As I walked through the mansion there was always that same wolf, sometimes there was multiple children and others the same two. As I walked deeper and deeper into the room I found myself standing over a reflecting pool. In the center stood a small spire and a giant dark one. Perhaps the creepiest part was under the mass of tendrils a massive human shape seemed to be rising.
In the other spire lay an old women, but as soon as I got close to her she snapped her head up and hissed me off. Something her was happening and it involved the Giants, maybe that's what the other spire is. Then that means the ogres are trying to keep me in with the Giant, as a sacrifice.
I was broken out of my thoughts by the sound of a hunting horn and the screams of multiple girls. Maybe the arrival of the hunters was good for everyone that wanted to survive but for me it meant certain death.
Thalia's POV
I lead the hunters through the woods and into a clearing where it stood. The thing that haunted my nightmares, where I lost Jason. Everything seemed the same as the last time, same stones and burnt wood. The only difference was a group of Earthborns that surrounded the perimeter. I put my hand up to stop the hunters and motioned for them to spread out around the entire place.
We would have to move fast or else the Earthborns would reform like we had found out with almost every other monster. We had about a two minute time if we were lucky to get in and find something. I pulled a lone arrow out of my quiver and aimed it. I was going to take the first shot and be followed by the hunters. I let the arrow slip through my fingers and land on a surprise ogre.
At this countless other arrows flew straight at the others and the hunters ran out screaming. Perhaps that wasn't the best thing to do, we practically alerted every one of our presence but at the time it felt good. As we sprinted over the soggy dirt I shouted out commands for everyone to do.
"Everyone, make sure there are no more Earthborns still alive. Once you've done that set up perimeter around the house and make sure no one gets in!" I motioned to the three hunters nearest to me to follow me into the mansion.
We quickly cleared each room, making sure no one was there. The only troubling part was all the paintings. They were mostly half burnt if not fully and always featured a creepy wolf. It looked a lot like Lycoan but I wasn't sure. Just as we got to our final room I motioned Shay forward.
She approached with caution, and slightly opened the doorway. When all seemed clear she slowly nudged the door forward and walked in. Faster that I could see a figure jumped out twisted the bow out of Shays arm and put her knife on her throat.
It took me about a whopping two seconds to notice that he figure was none other than Percy Jackson. I walked forward with no fear as he slowly backed up still holding Shay. Just as I got within a few feet of him he pushed Shay forward at me and pulled out his sword.
"We can talk later; right now you need to see this." He ordered. He then ran through the labyrinth of the house and we arrived in a reflecting pool, except something wasn't right. Right in the middle were two pillars. One seemed to have a humanoid giant rising while the other had someone locked in it.
I figured we'd get more answers out of the one we could actually talk to so I walked up to the smaller pillar. In the center of it laid an old women in a black dress with a wrinkled face, a face I immediately recognized.
"You!" She looked up and smiled at me. "Yes Thalia Grace, it is I. No would you kindly step away from the cage and wait until the ones that are supposed to open it come." I snorted at that.
"Who would want to rescue you?" I smiled at this but that was taken away by a fiery look in her eyes. "If I stay here the Giant king Porphyrion will rise and so will Gaea, and with that the western civilization you know and love will die." I was taken back by this; we actually had to save Hera. I was about to make a smart aleck question when Percy tapped me.
"Uh, Thalia. You might want to go check on your hunters." He pointed to where shouts of war came from. I quickly nodded, I was so kept up with Hera I barely noticed the real problem.
"Shay, stay here and guard Hera. Everyone else, including you Percy, come with me to assist the hunters." Percy uncapped his pen and I rubbed my magic wristband, this would be a long fight. We ran into the mansion just as the first bit of snow started to touch the ground.
Hey guys, that is the end of that chapter. I am planning on finishing the Lost Hero portion of this book next chapter so you can look forward to that. I should update it tomorrow if I am lucky. Today's question is what is your favorite type of music? Mine is country and with that this chapter is over. Goodbye people.