Mortals and Divine Intervention

Life was normal, considering the reincarnation. It all came to a screeching halt when her father started dating a woman named Sally Jackson, and she realized that, in her past life, she had read a series dedicated to her son's life. Yeah, so much for normal. (SI/OC)

Chapter Ten: Hellhounds and Dragons

It didn't take long for something (read: a monster) to catch onto their scent.

Eleanor had stupidly assumed it would have been a cut-and-dry operation - get Honey home, get some more supplies, slip back into the Labyrinth, and then go on from there.

Hebe was nowhere close to being a major goddess, or a goddess with a load of enemies, so why the hell were the two being chased by a blood-thirsty creature?

Was it the Labyrinth? Did it heighten Honey's scent, maybe such close quarters kept them on high-alert for anything new?

Whatever, all she knew was that neither of them had weapons, knew how to fight, and were one stumble away from being some mythological creature's next meal.

Then she remembered, like the little idiot she was, she had that knife from Apollo.

Her finger reached up to her hair, feeling the sun-covered hairpin she was gifted with days ago, and unclipped it. It glowed golden, like the key around her neck, and morphed into the 10in blade that warmed her palm.

"Honey," the girl looked at her, "run ahead, okay? I'll try to get a few of them off of us."

Before a response could pass her lips, Honey caught sight of the monsters (only one - a hellhound), visibly paled, and sped up her little legs.

So, call her stupid. One measly little dog?

Um, yeah. This is the first monster she's seen up close in an environment where they can easily use her bones as toothpicks.

Eleanor gripped the handle of the blade, ignoring how it was slick with sweat. So, she didn't know how to fight. And she didn't have the demigod reflexes to teach her.

Well, if she died she died. Maybe she'll get to live her next life in a reality TV show. Keeping Up with the Kardashians seemed fun, plus she'd get to be rich.

A growl, she turned to face the hellhound, who's beady red eyes honed in on her. If the dog could lick its lips, she bet it would be.

And like, Jesus Christ, she wasn't even a demigod! She doubted Apollo's small blessing would make her taste like a medium-rare steak. Her eyes looked back at Honey, then frowned, and looked back at the hellhound.

Wait, why was it just staring at her? Isn't this the point in time when it pounces?

The hellhound gave a whine, tilted its head, and then licked up the side of her face with its massive tongue. Eleanor made a sound that was, simply put, a mixture of a 'bleh' and an 'ugh'. Pulling her jean jacket sleeve down, she used it to wipe away some of the slobber, only now both her face and her sleeve were wet.

"Um?" She felt a hand in her own, and looked down at Honey, who stared at the hellhound with wide eyes. "Good… girl?" A whine. "Boy?" An excited bark, another lick, and she guess she just made a new best friend.

Honey dubbed the hellhound Mávros, which apparently meant black in modern Greek. How this child knew modern Greek, she had no clue, but she went with it.

Mávros could shadow travel, which made it really easy to travel. She was about to ask where to go, but she faltered, realizing that all would happen is Honey was either get attacked by monsters or found by traitors again, which she couldn't live with herself knowing.

So she asked Mávros to take them right outside of Camp. He did without complaint, and she felt Honey's little arms squeeze around her middle and it felt like all the air was sucked out of her lungs.

Her eyes were shut so tight that when she opened them there were flurries all over her vision. She groaned, scouting so she slipped off of the hellhound like a slide. Honey followed her lead, eyebrows furred as she took in where they were.

"This isn't my house."

It wasn't a question.

"I know," Eleanor dropped the knife, so it glowed and turned back into a hairclip. "It wasn't safe there. This is Camp Half-Blood, made for people like you - like us." Lying was getting a little too easy.

Honey frowned, "But my mom -"

Eleanor clipped her bangs again, "I know, Hon, but this is safer." She grabbed her hand, leading her past Thalia's Tree. She held her breath but was surprised when she passed without a problem, so it must have been a blessing thing. "I'm sure Chiron will let you call."

'Who's Chiron?" Instead of answering, Eleanor gave her a grin. Even though she looked worried, Honey smiled back. Good, she liked her smile.

They passed the tree when Honey screamed.

Eleanor looked around with wide eyes, looking for what caused it, when instead she landed on what had caused Honey to scream. Without thinking, Eleanor screeched, "Why is there a dragon?"

Said dragon seemed to have taken offense to the two girls. He lifted up, winds flapping widely, and his copper color was reflected by the moon. She had hoped the night time would allow her to sneak Honey in and sneak out without anyone finding her, but the scream had crushed that reality.

"Whoa, whoa, Peleus!" Should a voice, which belonged to a tall, skinny white boy with a mop of curly brown hair and blue eyes. One of the Stolls, which was known by the fact that the dude literally oozed mischievous energy.

"It's a dragon!"

"His name is Peleus," he chided, which caused her to stick his tongue out at him. He didn't notice, because he was too busy calming down the dragon.

Long story short: Eleanor had to lie again. Like, a lot. More than a lot. She was lying about everything.

but that's for the next chapter !

this one was a lot shorter, im sorry. im going through writers block :( but anyways

any ideas as to why mávros didnt kill the girls?

what do you guys really want to see from this fic?