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When the train car finally stopped rolling, Percy had at least a dozen shards of glass buried in various parts of his body. He just lay in place for a moment, carefully picking at the shards sticking out. Small rivulets of blood leaked from his arms as the shards ticked into the wall below him.
With Riptide in his palm, he slashed a sloppy hole through the ceiling as a makeshift doorway. Each strike sparked, but the aluminum mix parted for celestial bronze like butter.
Outside, bunches of cyclops and assorted monsters stood waiting. He studied them, and they studied him. This wasn't a fight he liked the look of, even with any skills he held. Yet, he had no chance to run from this horde, a fight seemed like his only choice.
Above, clouds started to swirl, the first of the raindrops splattered against him. The winds began to whistle through the trees, power beginning to tug at his gut. It was a bad idea, using his powers in such a flashy way, with the risk of Olympus on his arse.
The monsters looked wary for a moment, in the face of the storm, before they steeled and began to approach. The rainwater swirled at his feet in anticipation, though he hid his hand as the beasts drew closer. He took in the weapons, clubs and rusty blades, with a grimace.
"Can we save this for later? I've had a really shitty twenty four hours." One of the cyclops grinned when he spoke. In a flash, a jet of water flew through the monster's head, causing it to poof into golden dust. He burst forward, a whirl of celestial bronze and water, as the storm intensified and he struggled to slip a strike between their defenses.
It was while he was dodging a cyclops' swing that an empousai got a lucky hit, rusty dagger sliding into his back. He whirled around, yanking the dagger free and striking her down in a blur. He threw himself into a roll, narrowly avoiding another club. He threw his arm out, and another blast of water followed, punching a neat hole in it's chest.
He dropped to his knees while swinging Riptide in an upward arc, dodging and gutting a hellhound that lunged for his head. The storm swirled harder, raindrops landing like needles, and his gut burned more.
He threw his blade arm around his back, barely cutting into another empousai. Some of the monsters had began to run, he noticed from the corner of his eye, more and more joining their accomplices.
He eyed the last few that stood against him, sending them the hardest glare he could muster. Each set of eyes he met began to lose the courage they held not long ago, before they turned tail and began to sprint for the woods.
He finally relaxed, Riptide now hidden away in his pocket once more, then turned to eye the destroyed train and tracks. With a deep sigh, he began to walk the track, absently scratching his arm.
Summoning the rest of the Seven to Olympus to give them the task of hunting Perseus had felt like a poor choice as soon as Artemis heard the idea being presented. She believed that it should be her, and maybe her hunters, who should track him, but the idea had been shut down fairly quickly. Most of the Council had brought up how unwelcome she would be in his presence, a reminder that made guilt shoot through her system.
The memories were hazy at best, utterly lost at worst. What little she could remember was something she would never share, no matter what incentive Zeus may offer. It felt sickeningly similar to stories she had heard from some of her hunters, in every one of the worst ways.
Waking up the next morning, and getting a small and quick grasp on what happened, she only laid there for she didn't know how long. It was something worth mourning in both contexts, what she had done to Perseus and what she had lost, Millions of years of virginity taken by a stupid prank.
"Is there anything you have to add, Artemis?" She jumped slightly when Zeus called, finally noticing the demigods in the room. Most seemed to be confused, though the angered expression on Annabeth's face made her stomach churn uncomfortably. The girl almost seemed to see Artemis' crimes laid bare with a single, almost accusing gaze.
"No, Father." She only responded with a short nod, watching the demigods shuffle slightly and mutter amongst themselves.
"Then Council dismissed, best of luck to you demigods." Artemis was almost faster than Zeus in flashing away, ignoring any looks from Apollo, Aphrodite or Hermes. She couldn't muster up any blame for them.
She appeared back in her home, in her bedroom. She peeled the covers back and vanished within, nestling herself in a cocoon of covers. She would need to go back to her hunters soon, maybe go on a hunt to distract herself of her crimes. But for now, she wanted to rest, to drift into Morpheus' realm.
It was taking an annoyingly long time for Percy to reach more civilization, but at least no more monsters had crossed his path again. The lucky stab burned less now, and had luckily stopped bleeding, with assistance from the storm.
His hand was in a similar state. The large scab had broken slightly during the fight, but the rain had resealed it as well, allowing for a modicum of relief. His stomach now protested his missed breakfast and the lunch he probably would miss as well.
It almost felt like he was on a quest again; minimal rest, food, and the risk of monster attacks or injuries. It was a bit nostalgic, ignoring the lack of quest mates alongside lack of questers alongside him however, was a relief. It would be question after question on something he really didn't want to talk about, over and over again
There! He could see something other than stupid woods, a sign of civilization after what felt like hours of walking. His walk turned into a light jog, as the station grew larger in his sight.
It was a small town in Indiana that he landed in, rural with barely anything in it. He was slightly disappointed with how far he had made it, but his plans had been derailed (literally) rather badly. But, at least this place had a hotel, and some decent looking diners.
The motel, Tyche bless him, actually had open rooms. With some Mist manipulation (thank you Chiron), he quickly settled into his temporary home. He would eat his fill tomorrow, but now, all he wanted was sleep. With a sigh, he settled into the cheap mattress, and allowed Morpheus to take him.
Yeah its a bit shorter but Im doing some windup lol. Itll be cool i swear