Welcome back to more hell?
Marco stopped moving at the growling voice and just stared at the creature it came from. What the hell did he say? What did he want? Why were the two Mythicals attacking their ship?
"Bloody hell kid, stop trying to light the ship on fire!"
And Thatch was attacking the "fire merman". Not that Marco could truly blame the chef. Moby had been their home for years, and they've never taken kindly to any damage to her, from other pirates or anyone else.
A loud screech came from the harpy, who was now in the air, as it swooped towards Thatch, sharp claws out and open and ready to rend the chef to pieces. Luckily Izou was there to watch the idiot's back and the harpy was parried with the cross-dresser's sword.
It didn't seem to faze the harpy though; he just flew back up and tried again, screeching all the while.
"Sabo! Ace! What are you doing here?"
The happy yell came from Luffy, and Marco just sort of looked at the merman dumbfounded as he smiled at the two attacking strangers…the kid knew these brats?
"Εξοικονομώντας , dumbass! (Saving you, dumbass!)" The harpy screeched actual words this time. At least that was what Marco was assuming the sounds were, considering he understood the last word. The harpy's sharp teeth were bared at the pirates now swarming the deck, floating closer to the merman in the tank as he did so.
"Shishishi!" Luffy's unique laugh echoed across the deck and once more Marco was dumbfounded. The merman did know these two…but how?
The harpy was now over Luffy's tank, the whole of the Whitebeard Pirates, barring their captain, was on the deck, and the "fire merman" was flicking his flaming tail of death at anyone who even dared to get close.
"Wait wasn't that the name Luffy mentioned earlier, yoi? A Sabo with a grudge?" Marco wondered out loud to himself as he and his siblings surrounded the merman's tank along with the two intruders.
"θα συναντήσετε πίσω στο χώρο σας , Ace. (Meet you back at your place, Ace.)" the harpy spoke quietly, the "fire merman" and Luffy both tilting their heads as they listened. What was that language anyway? Marco had never even heard it before…
But the blond first mate hardly had any time to contemplate anything else because suddenly the blond harpy had wrapped his talons gently around Luffy's shoulders and was flying up with him.
Marco was ashamed to say he freaked out just a little. The intruder was making off with their guest who was their only chance to save Pops' life. So he did the only thing he could do, pulled his pistol and aimed right at the escaping harpy.
Again his plan was foiled as the fire-tailed menace jumped on him, sharp pointed teeth bared at him, fire tail swishing dangerously as Marco fell on his ass due to the extra weight.
It took a few seconds but the first mate had a swift plan to grab on to the rising Mythical, to keep him from escaping too and ruining their chances completely. But nothing seemed to be going right for the man today because now there was a cannonball that landed right in the center of the deck, shocking pretty much everything.
"Zehahaha! Give me the merman and no one has to die!"
Marco froze at the words, turning towards the door to the lower deck.
Teach was there, crooked smile stretched across his face and a look of absolute greed accompanying it, gun in the air as he gestured to the ship that was firing at them.
Fuck.
A mutiny…on a day like this…at a time like this…
Marco was ticked.
First Luffy was being a mysterious little shit, then two random Mythicals appear, one stealing Luffy, the other lighting Moby on fire, and now Teach was mutinying. Not happening.
The blond pushed the flailing fire-tailed Mythical off his lap and aimed his gun square at Teach's left pectoral, aiming to seriously wound but not kill. No. Killing would let the piece of filth have an easy escape and Marco was not going to let that happen. Oh no. Not when the bastard had been part of their family for YEARS and now seemed to have no problem betraying them.
Of course the cockroach dodged last minute and only got hit in the shoulder but it was enough for Marco who lunged at the bigger man.
Marshal D Teach may be bigger than Marco, but the blond was the first mate of the Moby for a damn good reason, and it had nothing to do with him being with Pops the longest.
Out of the corner of his eye, Marco was keeping watch of the others fighting off the incoming cannon fire as well as the few peons that somehow boarded the ship to fight with them. Teach obviously went for quantity over quality with his mutineers because the others were having no issues batting them away like flies.
Somewhere around the fourth punch to the traitor's messed up face, Marco noticed that the fire-tailed menace was still on the deck. He was lying down and unmoving, and he couldn't help but wonder if the black-haired kid was dead. Hopefully not, because Luffy wouldn't ever lead them to the Fountain if he thought the Whitebeard Pirates had killed what he thought was his friend.
The brief moment of distraction seemed to be all Teach needed to knee Marco off of him and limp over to the now quite battered enemy ship, calling the retreat sign as he went. All of it happened too fast for Marco to truly do anything to stop him but it was fine. He knew they'd run into the traitor again eventually, but right now he needed to make sure the fire kid was okay.
As he stood the first mate holstered his pistol and ruffled his slightly singed hair as he took in the chaos around him.
No one seemed to be critically injured, and there were only two holes in the deck from cannon fire, a surprising fact to say the least. But what was once Luffy's tank was blown to pieces, and all the water was rushing overboard.
That was fine at least; they had an extra tank down in storage in case the young merman broke his. It always paid to be prepared so when they found Luffy again they'd at least have another tank for him to make residence in.
Marco walked over to the strange Mythical that was still lying on the deck, and not moving, rubbing the side Teach had kneed him in as he did so. For such a big man the mutineer sure was oddly limber.
Standing over the strange fire-tailed Mythical, the first mate couldn't help but admire the figure.
He was cut, that was for sure, and he had a nice face. His teeth were pointed, as were his ears, his nails were sharp and he had small scars littered across the upper part of his body. And despite trying his best, Marco could not stop his eyes from trailing down to the tail.
A tail of fire…how…amazing…
"What should we do with him, Marco?" Thatch spoke quietly as he came up from behind his brother, Izou following shortly behind with a slightly shorter kimono due to singed edges…when the kid woke up it was going to be to an earful from the pretty man; that was for sure.
"Let's put him in one of the holding cages on deck, yoi. Maybe the male harpy will come back with Luffy to look for him." Marco responded, tilting his head to the wide open set of bars they had installed years ago for any captives.
Huh. This would be the first time they actually got to use it.
Thatch lifted the Mythical carefully; mindful of the tail of fire that was emitting quite the high amount of heat.
Marco watched his brother walk carefully to the large enclosure, making sure that if the Mythical did wake up that he'd be able to protect the chef at a moment's notice.
However, despite his worries, the transfer went off without a hitch and that made him narrow his eyes. After everything else that went wrong today it seemed impossible that this would go smoothly. But it did.
Marco couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen.
The rest of his siblings didn't seem to share the same horrid feelings though, as they immediately all started to crowd around the large cage, regardless of the fact that some of them really needed to be in the infirmary.
However the blond just shrugged, knowing his siblings were super curious about the Mythical they had never seen before. Even Namur was hovering over the knocked out stranger with a mix of curiosity and slight fear. Why would he be looking at the kid with fear?
Marco approached the cage as well and smiled a bit at all the chatter that was being thrown between siblings.
"Do you think it's a fire nymph?"
"Are you stupid? Fire nymphs are always female, and more human-shaped!"
"Yeah but all harpies are supposed to be female but look at the one that was just here!"
"He could have been something else!"
"Well I think it's a fire fae!"
"Don't be a dumbass, no one has ever seen a fire fae!"
"No one has seen any fae!"
"That doesn't mean they don't exist!"
"I never said they didn't!"
"You sure did imply it you ass weave!"
"What did you call me?!"
Marco sighed as he approached the cage, frowning as he noticed that the tail that was huge and flaming was now a quite a bit smaller and merely flickering every now and then rather than lashing out. Was the Mythical okay? Was it hurt somehow?
He raked his eyes down the now twitching body again, frowning as he noticed a large bruise forming on the human-like abs. A very large circular bruise. Was the strange intruder hit with one of the incoming cannon balls?
The blond leaned in a bit closer, trying to inspect the wound without getting too close, and was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice that the twitches were getting more and more frequent.
It was a bit too late when all of a sudden the pretty freckled face tensed, all the muscles in the body following suit. Marco's gaze switched from the abdomen to the face just in time to see the interesting slitted pupils as the eyes snapped open.
The narrow pupils quickly scanned all directions before they landed solely on Marco. He was going to smile, to reassure the Mythical that they meant no harm when the once faltering fire-tail lit up in a blazing inferno.
Jumping back, Marco shielded his eyes as the unknown Mythical pivoted on his arms to swing his raging tail around, once more lighting the deck on fire.
At first he wasn't really worried, it was just one portion of the deck, and it would go out easily enough, but then the fire started to spread. The intruder was swinging his tail back and forth, like he was fanning the flames.
That just simply wouldn't do.
Already the carpenter team was going to have to replace quite a few wooden boards; Marco hardly wanted to add any more to their work load.
The issue was easily solved with a quick look at Namur, who understood what Marco was trying to convey within seconds.
A quick tense of the fishman's shoulders and a tight pull from back to front had a small wave of sea water rising over the railings and onto the deck, dousing flames as it traveled to the other side and back into the waiting embrace of the ocean.
Normally Marco would love to watch his brother control the normally uncontrollable sea, but with the water on the deck came a shriek of fear from their new guest.
Looking back at the captive Marco was stunned to see him holding on to the top of the cage with white-knuckled hands, tailed lifted up as high as it could go from the water.
What on earth?
Before the first mate could even try and diffuse the situation, and calm the scared Mythological down, those dark slitted eyes locked with his bright blue eyes and he seemed to be frozen in place.
"Προσπαθείτε να με σκοτώσει! (You are trying to kill me!)" The Mythical screeched in his weird language, looking at Marco with such a look of utter hate that the blond had to step back a little.
"Hey now, don't worry, we just don't want you to burn down the Moby, yoi." Trying to placate the other seemed like the best idea at the time, so Marco spoke with the softest and least threatening tone that he could.
Didn't seem to do much good as suddenly the Mythical dropped his lower jaw, showcasing all of his really quite sharp teeth, and a few flat ones, the harshest sound any of them have ever heard coming from the stranger's throat.
It was unlike anything he had ever heard before and it made his head hurt.
His siblings were all in the same boat though, all of them clutching at their ears, to try and stop the noise from coming in. But when some dropped to their knees it seemed none of them were doing too well at that part.
Suddenly it stopped and Marco looked up at the Mythical from his own kneeling position, eyes glistening slightly with excess water. The scream had made him hurt so bad that he couldn't decide if his body wanted to throw up or faint.
Unfortunately neither was really an option as the dark-haired Mythical was now slamming himself into the bars of the cage, tail flaring every now and then with bigger flames.
Was he using the fire to propel him? Was he controlling it? Was his tail just not on fire? Marco had so many questions, the first and foremost, despite all his curiosities, was just what Mythical is this kid?
A loud thud slapped Marco right out of all his musings as the fire-tail slammed again into the bars, bright red liquid splattering onto the ground in front of the kneeling blond.
"Oi oi! Stop it, yoi! You're gonna hurt yourself!" Marco yelled, struggling to stand without any support, his mind still rattling from the harsh screech.
The Mythical completely ignored Marco's words, ramming again and again into the bars that surrounded him. The blond didn't want the "fire merman" to hurt himself, especially not if he was friends with Luffy in some way.
Just as Marco was contemplating the idea of letting the other go, the door to the bunks below slammed open.
Marco looked back at the noise and almost let out a cry of relief, holding himself back to just an almost silent sigh.
"Pops, yoi."
-Hey look! Another BLOODY LINE!-
Sabo was very, very, very worried. They had successfully rescued Luffy and that was a reason to be grateful, despite the lack of a plan, but there lies the issue.
Ace hadn't shown up yet.
He should have been here long ago. Χώρο was their code for the nearest island, despite it having actual meaning. It's been over two hours now and Ace should have been here in less than five minutes…but he's not.
"Sabo!"
Luffy called for him and Sabo smiled. Ace should be okay, and at least Luffy was safe and not trapped at the whims of pirates…even if Ace might now be in his place.
Ugh. It was all so confusing.
"Sabosabosabosabo!" Luffy called again from the little cove Sabo had dropped him in, flopping his tail around and splashing water as he did so.
"What's up, Lu?" Sabo sighed out as he flew over to his little brother, trying hard to set his anxieties to rest as he did so.
"Ne, why did you fly off with me? Why did you and Ace fight with Marco-pineapple and everyone?" Luffy blinked up at Sabo with wide eyes and the harpy landed, a bit lopsided because of how off-guard his little brother had gotten him.
"Wh-who?" Sabo questioned, looking into Luffy's eyes with no hesitance.
"Marco, Thatch, and them! Why did you attack them?" Luffy's tail slapped the water harder, showing just how irked he was. Sabo simply couldn't figure out why!
"They captured you, Luffy! They were keeping you captive! Like hell Ace and I could just leave that alone!" Now Sabo was angry as he flapped some wind into his younger brother's face, hoping to shake some sense into the little turd.
"I wasn't captured! I went willingly!" the merman screamed out, lifting his upper body out of the water to slap a wave into Sabo's face.
"What?!" Now Sabo was wet and angry. His stupid little brother!
"The old man promised me stories!"
"Luffy!"
"They're really cool and about pirates!"
"Luffy!" Sabo could not believe his little brother would be so gullible as to go with HUMAN pirates for bloody stories.
"They all really love the old man and want him to live! What's wrong with helping them save their family?!" Luffy's eyes were closed and he was positively screaming at Sabo now.
"Luffy…"
"I wanted to help them and you took me away!" Sabo sighed at Luffy, now knowing that he did something bad by assuming things.
"Why didn't you tell Ace or I before you decided on this?…Luffy…you know we can't trust humans…you should have asked one of us for help before doing something so dangerous." Sabo lowered his head as Luffy slapped the water harder.
"But you would have stopped me!"
"No! One of us would have come with you! So you wouldn't be surrounded by dangerous HUMANS all by yourself! The rules are in place for a damn good reason, Luffy!"
His merman brother pouted and crossed his arms, cheeks puffed out ridiculously cute as he turned away from Sabo. Oh, Luffy...you poor selfless asshole.
"Okay, look, Luffy, here's what we'll do okay? I'm gonna go back and hopefully rescue Ace, alright? Then the three of us will talk about this saving a human business…okay?" Sabo spoke soothingly, petting Luffy's constantly wet hair as he did.
The merman frowned a little before he tilted his head back up to look his blond brother in the eyes.
"What are we waiting for?!" Luffy smiled widely, wrapping his arms around Sabo's shoulders and he did.
"We? We nothing. YOU are going back to Going Sunny, and you're gonna stay there with your crew until Ace and I come to discuss your saving humans issue."
Like hell Sabo was going to let Luffy go back to those humans, regardless of the fact that the merman was helping the pirates or not. His little brother's safety would always be more important than anything else in the world.
"WHAT?! NO! I WANNA COME TOO! THE OLD MAN OWES ME STORIES! AND I KNOW EVERYONE THERE! I'M GONNA COME TOO!" Luffy screamed, squeezing tighter to the harpy, and for a moment Sabo considered conceding just to get the brat to stop. But remembering his merman brother in that glass cage put those unneeded feelings back where they belong.
"Luffy. No. I'm not gonna risk your life. Not again. You're going back to the Going Sunny, you're gonna be safe, and Ace and I will see you there." Sabo spoke as slowly as possible, looking into Luffy's wide innocent eyes as he did so.
The red-tailed merman pouted again and opened his mouth to yell, but something in Sabo's face must have said something he hadn't already spoken, because the younger just snapped his mouth shut and turned away.
"You better come back to me. You AND Ace." Luffy spoke quietly, looking towards the setting sun, and not at his now slumping brother.
Thank the All-One that he got Luffy to give up coming with. Now came the fun part…rescuing the other brother.
-Lines! They are everywhere!-
Edward Newgate had grown wary of the oceans he was sailing on. He knew adventure and danger lurked around every corner, but he chose to sail anyway. With his age nothing was surprising anymore.
But, it seemed his sons and daughters still had a way of springing something new him.
When he first heard the firing of the cannons, and the fighting going on above deck his first reaction was to immediately go and assist his family in whatever the hell was going on.
His lead nurse had other ideas in mind. In fact, the woman decided that locking the door and tying him up in his own oxygen cord was a good thing…why did he keep her around again?
Oh right, his health was declining and he needed her expertise. Inconvenience is what it is, she controls his alcohol intake way too much for him to be happy about it, but he knew his daughter had the best in mind for him, so he put up with his lowered alcoholic drink limit.
Anyway. The point of the matter is that it's hard to surprise Edward Newgate, better known as Whitebeard, the fiercest pirate currently still sailing.
But his kids did just that.
When the sounds of battle from above finally stopped, his head nurse waited a full five minutes before he was allowed to go up to the deck to see if his children were okay.
He really needed to start laying down some ground rules about the safety of his children and how he refuses to sit in a chair below deck while they could be fighting for their lives.
Walking up the stairs, Edward can't help but wonder why the deck was so noisy. He did hear some cannon fire so maybe they were attacked by an enemy ship, but then he didn't hear any demands to fight him so that can't have been it.
Opening the door, he's pretty sure he's prepared for just about anything that would greet him with the fading sunlight.
He was wrong.
"Pops, yoi."
Marco greeted him with a quiet sigh, and suddenly Edward had the strange urge to massage his temples. If it made his most stable son sigh, then it was obviously going to be quite the mess.
Starting from one side of the deck, Edward slowly gazed over the mess that was there.
A few of his sons were sprawled out on one side, wounds of various state of seriousness on their bodies, but none were life threatening. A large group of his sons and daughters were surrounding the cages they built for captives so long ago, all kneeling and looking to be in various degrees of pain.
All-One grant him strength.
Edward opened his mouth to ask why on earth so many of his children were in such erratic degrees of injured, when a clang and thud rang through the air.
His eyes may be older than those of his children, but even he could see the Mythical that was presently in the captive cage they'd never used before.
It was most likely a merman made of fire. Not something too strange. At least not to him, Edward stopped being surprised by the different kinds of Mythicals long ago. But what really caused him worry was the blood that was so obviously dripping from the strangers shoulder.
"Oi oi. Stop that, brat. You'll hurt yourself." He said, making sure his voice was carried across the lovely sea air, smiling as all of his children looked at him with love and happiness. He was sure they were less prepared to deal with this new Mythical than he was.
Then again they all know he seemed to have a way with the brats that came aboard his ship.
Wait. Speaking of brats, where on earth was Luffy?
Edward's mouth opened, eyes locking with Marco to ask his question when he was cut off by the strange captive Mythical, and a language he had not heard in many, many years.
"Επιτρέψτε μου από εδώ ! Δουλέμπορος! Ελευθερία κλέπτης ! (Let me out of here! Slaver! Freedom stealer!)" The Mythical yelled, sharp teeth being shown off, and Edward let out a laugh. He hadn't heard the oddly rhythmic language in so long.
No wonder the kid looked so familiar. But to think he was getting so old that he almost forgot about the Forgotten Race (2).
"Gurarara! Δεν είμαι ελευθερία κλέπτης! (I am no freedom stealer!)" He answered back in kind, his pronunciation of the language nowhere near as fluid as the brat's was, but he was understandable enough. At least that's what his old friend had told him.
The Gorgόna looked completely shocked that he could speak the language of the Forgotten, but then so were many people. But it had enough surprise value in it that the brat was no longer hurting himself against the bars of the cage. Not that Edward particularly liked seeing such a free Mythical trapped, but he was sure his son had a good reason for doing so.
"Pops? You know how to speak that strange language, yoi?" Marco asked curiously, as his trusted son came to stand beside him, watching the caged Gorgόna with fascination and wonder.
Figures. If any of his children could get attached to a Mythical as dangerous as a Gorgόna then it would be Marco. His son had a tendency to like anyone who had fire, or looked like fire, or could be dangerous.
"Gurarara! Of course! I had an old friend many years ago who taught me. Said speaking in code was a lot easier if the code was something no one could ever guess or learn." He smiled widely down at his blond son and couldn't help but fondly remember Roger and all the times they messed with the government.
Good times.
"Now, son, why do we have a γοργόνα (Gorgόna) in the captive cage we've never used?"
"A what, yoi?" Marco looked up at him with confusion painted clearly across his face. It was no wonder really, Gorgόna were supposed to be completely extinct, if one would believe the government list of extinct Mythicals.
"A γοργόνα (Gorgόna), son. It's a Mythical race that I believed to be extinct, right up until this very moment. So why do we have one in a cage?" he spoke softly, watching the Gorgόna as he processed his every word. Edward knew very well how dangerous a Gorgόna could be, probably better than anyone left alive, so he would try not to upset this young one if he could help it.
"Uh…well, you see Pops, this γο-γοργ-γοργόν-" Thatch started to stumble over the strange word and Edward smiled wide.
"A γοργόνα (Gorgόna)." He corrected easily enough.
"Right, one of those, well he came swooping in with this weird-looking male harpy-" this time his chef son was cut off by the Gorgόna himself.
"Sabo δεν είναι παράξενο, μπορείτε γη τρώγων! (Sabo is not weird, you earth eater!)" His tone was angry but Edward simply couldn't hold in his laugh. He forgot how weird Gorgόna insults were.
"Ο γιος μου δεν σήμαινε τίποτα από αυτό, παλιόπαιδο. Ηρέμησε. (My son meant nothing by it, brat. Calm down.)" Edward spoke to the Gorgόna, aiming to calm rather than to rile, before turning to his chef son.
"It seems he does not take kindly to you calling his friend weird."
"Αδελφός! (Brother!)" The Gorgόna yelled again, sharp teeth gnashing as he clutched onto the bars with whitened hands. Edward just laughed again.
"Gurarara! He doesn't take kindly to you calling his brother weird."
The whole crew looked completely dumbfounded. Looking between Edward and their guest like they both suddenly grew second heads and were having a four-way conversation.
"But-but, he was a harpy!" Thatch seemed more confused by a Gorgόna and a Harpy being brothers than he really should be.
"Son, out of everyone in the world, I think we know more about non-blood related family ties, don't you?" He asked Thatch, not unkindly as he gave his red-headed son a stern look.
At least the chef had the sense to look ashamed before he tried his tale over again. Good thing too, because Edward really wanted to know why their merman friend disappeared and where the Gorgόna came from.
"Right, well, he," Thatch pointed over to the captive Gorgόna in emphasis, "came swooping in with his not-strange-at-all male harpy brother, all up in arms, fire tail spinning and large talons all ready to rend us to pieces. We put up a good fight, then suddenly the not-strange male harpy made off with Luffy, saying something in that weird language to our new Mythical friend before flying away."
Whitebeard nodded, following the story easily enough, though still wondering where the cannon fire came in, and why the Gorgόna was still here. They may not be able to sustain themselves in air for very long but he should have been able to do it long enough to make an escape.
"THEN Marshal D fucking Teach decides that this is a perfect time for a bloody mutiny and attacks the Moby with some cronies on a different ship! And while we managed to beat them back real easy-like, fire tail over there got hit by a cannon ball and ended up passed out on our deck.
Marco thought he might have some sort of connection to Luffy, and if we kept him here maybe our wayward merman friend would come back! And that's all you missed!" Thatch smiled as he finished talking but Edward was still focused on the fact that one of the men he considered his son had mutinied against him.
"I know you're mad, Pops. But there isn't much we can do now, yoi." Marco smiled sadly up at him from his side and Edward couldn't help but agree with his mature son. What was done was done. All they can do now is deal with the aftermath.
"You could let me go."
The voice was something no one was expecting. None of them had heard it before, and the quick exchanging of confused looks between all his sons meant that it could only be their new guest.
Collectively all the heads on deck turned to look at the Gorgόna, who was no longer holding onto the bars for dear life, but now slumped on the ground, fire tail smacking the wooden boards in barely repressed anger.
"Gurarara. So you do speak common." Edward couldn't help but say, eyes crinkling as he laughed again. And the little brat had the audacity to glare at him. HAH! Roger had a much fiercer glare and still it never made Edward do anything at all.
"Of course I do. Only idiots can't speak more than two languages."
The words were obviously a jibe at all of his sons, but Edward still thought it was humorous, especially the fact that his children couldn't care less.
They were all more amazed by the fact that they could now communicate with the strange Mythical they had never seen before.
When said Mythical realized he didn't get the response he was expecting he just glared at the deck, his tail flaring up every so often as he smacked it on the ground.
"Oi oi! Don't burn the Moby any more than you already have yoi!" Marco yelled out, concern flowing through his voice as he stepped closer to the cage.
Of course the Gorgόna took this as a threat and flared up even more, his teeth being bared as hissing like sounds came out of his throat.
"Calm down you brat. Stop hurting my ship." Edward spoke, trying to cut off any kind of confrontation before it started.
"Don't tell me what to do, old man!" The Gorgόna hissed out, his eyes slitting dangerously. "Θα μπορούσα να σας σκοτώσει όλους αν επέλεξα να! (I could kill you all if I chose to!)"
"Of course you could kill us all. Gorgόna were hunted to extinction by the government for that very reason."
The whole crew was speechless at his proclamation, but it was true. His old friends' race was hunted down and killed just because they had more natural defenses than humans and even other Mythicals. It was sad, but true.
Luckily that seemed to calm the Gorgόna down a little, like Edward thought it would. Gorgόna don't like to be trapped, and they don't like to be told what to do, so this was a good way for him to calm the other down before trying to get any answers out of the youth.
"So what's your name brat?"
The Gorgόna glared at him, but opened his mouth, showing off his sharp teeth that caused many of his children to take one big step back. But the Mythical was interrupted by a loud scream that seemed to come from the sky.
"ACE!"
(2) The Forgotten Race is a name given to the Gorgonas because of the fact that humans have been hunting them for a long time, and they were thought to be extinct long ago (but they lived on for a few more generations, hence the name)
Disclaimer: I DO NOT KNOW GREEK! I SHAMELESSLY USED GOOGLE TRANSLATE! SO IF YOU NOTICE ANYTHING WRONG PLEASE HELP ME FIX IT SO I DON'T MISREPRESENT A LANGUAGE! THANK YOU!