Short chapter again!

The Dark Prophecy rewrite is done, I am a little stuck on the Burning Maze and have yet to expand beyond my notes on the Tyrant's Tomb. Will try my best! With lockdown on though, I am teacher to my younger sibs. Hope you're all OK, will update as often as I can! ^_^


Calypso could not let her go alone. She handed over her sword- it was better utilised in Louisa's hand than her own. Louisa was set to climb. Festus snapped at her. Calypso understood his sentiment. Revenge would be theirs together.

The dragon flew them up. Louisa sat at the front, a sword in each hand. Calypso had no weapon, but strict orders to stay with Festus, no matter what. Louisa could not promise an outcome. It was not wise, their decision to avenge Leo. Nothing was going to stop them. But Louisa had a plan to fall back on- should things go as sour as she thought they would, Calypso was to go with Festus. Make her way to Camp Half-Blood and be safe. Calypso didn't like it- it was abandoning them all- but Louisa had her mind set. Nothing was going to change it.

They landed at the top. And were greeted by a man.

"Hello!" He grinned, brown eyes creasing at the corners with brimming amiability. Louisa readied her swords, taking a step forward. "No, no!" He cried. "I'm a friend! I promise!" He looked to be in his late thirties, a broad-shouldered gargantuan of a man, built like a house. His chin and neck were lost to a thick, dark beard, the mass expanding over his head and sinking under a large, fraying straw hat. He wore a greyed white shirt under a red and black flannel fleece. His muddy jeans were tucked into knee-high green boots.

"Are you a farmer?" Calypso asked. He looked down at himself, chortling.

"No, I'm a fisherman. Or at least I was."

"Move." Louisa instructed, advancing. He flailed his hands, offering a too-wide reassuring smile.

"I'm here to help!" He promised. "My name is Glaucus!"

"You a god?" Louisa demanded, crossing the blades across his throat in warning.

"I am! I ate a magic herb and became immortal!"

"What'd ya want?" She snarled.

"To help!" He repeated, nodding and then realising that was not good for his beard. "I know Scylla! Or, I tried to." His smile faded. "It's a long story, but I loved her."

"She has six heads." Calypso pointed out, mind spinning. This was not going to plan; she could feel the man's surprise arrival fogging her brain. They had to get moving, they had things to do.

"She used to be a nymph." Glaucus informed sadly. "Circe cursed her when I chose Scylla over her."

"That's great." Louisa forced a smile, eye twitching. "But she killed our friend. So ya need ta move, so we can kill her. I have zero problem killin' you too."

"Mm." He said, holding his hands up. "Your friend. Little man? Looks a bit like an elf? Makes fire?" Calypso started, moving forward. She lay a hand on Louisa's shoulder.

"What?" She said. "What is it?"

"Scylla hasn't killed him. He's just her prisoner."

"What?" Louisa kicked him in the stomach. He fell to his knees, gasping. She reset her weapons, laying them closer to his throat than before, narrowing the gap like closing a pair of scissors. "If this is some trick-"

"No trick." He wheezed. "I swear on the River Styx, it's the truth." Thunder boomed through a clear sky. "Your friend is alive. Scylla is keeping him for an exchange."

"Exchange?" Calypso echoed. "What exchange?"

"For her." The brown of his eyes almost seemed black as he looked at Louisa. "She wants the god-killer."