Tyler threw a punch at the giant man's stomach. His fist merely bounced off the firm abdomen.
"Let's go," the giant man sighed while he picked Tyler up and flung him over his shoulder.
"Hey put me down or else!"
"Or else what?"
"I'LL KILL YOU!"
"Can you not scream in my ear please?"
They exited the room and walked down the hall; all the while Tyler punched, kicked, and bit. His antics were in vain because his captor was invulnerable to conventional attacks. Tyler threw an elbow into the man's head but regretted it instantly as the shock from his funny bone climbed up his arm. His rage had made him forget that the giant man was wearing a lion helmet.
"Where are you taking me?"
The man ignored him as he walked through the hall which opened up into an enormous room. The room was filled with kids Tyler's age who were dressed in dragon armor. The kids were taking naps in hammocks, sharpening swords, wrestling one another, sparring with each other, sword fighting, dueling, playing cards, using crates as poker tables, telling jokes, and listening to blaring hip-hop music. It didn't stop there though. There was teens with goat legs, there was a giant dog, and a random elephant. The room the walls of the room were lined with cannons. There were weapons strewn all over the place ranging from swords, to spears, to clubs, and much more pointy things. After recovering from the surprise, Tyler continued to kick and scream. The talking ceased and all eyes turned to the screaming Tyler and giant man.
"WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?" Tyler screamed at them. "I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU!"
They studied him for a few seconds and then went back to what ever they were doing. The big man adjusted Tyler on his shoulder and continued to walk.
"DID YOU HEAR ME? I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU!"
They exited the big room and entered another one just as large. This one was full of tables and benches instead of weapons and teenage warriors. In the corner of this room was a kitchen that you would most likely find in a school cafeteria. Tyler concluded that they were in a cafeteria. There was a table in the center of the room with a bunch of people sitting around it. Tyler recognized the people he saw at the Vatican, a few new faces, and a hooded man. Tyler met eyes with the young man who held him down, prevented him from rescuing Julia, and the one who punched him.
"YOU!" Tyler screamed as he pointed from atop the giant man's shoulder. "YOU DIE FIRST!"
"Hercules, would you seat our guest please?" the hooded man asked.
Hercules dropped Tyler to the ground gently. Tyler scrambled to his feet and tried to run straight for the one who had punched him. Before he could though, Hercules grabbed the collar of his jacket, and pulled him back.
"NO! ARG! UH!"
Hercules led Tyler to an empty seat at the table and planted him in it.
"Let go of me!" Tyler yelled as he brushed Hercules hands of his shoulders.
The hooded man addressed him. "If you don't sit still and cooperate I'll have my two friends over there put an arrow into your eye sockets before you can blink." The hooded man said cooly and politely as he pointed too the two men in the corner who were armed with bows.
Tyler thought about grabbing a butter knife from the table in front of him but he thought the wiser.
"Fine."
"Good," the hooded man said. "What is your name son?"
Tyler thought to make up a lie or not say anything at all, but was the point? They would all be dead soon anyway.
"Tyler."
"Where are you from Tyler?" the hooded man asked.
"Don't remember."
"What do you mean 'you don't remember'?" a weasel of a boy demanded.
"Hera," a blonde boy with a scar above his lip answered for him.
"Who?" Tyler asked.
"Just tell us what you know," the hooded man said politely.
"I can't remember anything before two years ago. I woke up in Spain. Met my best friend and from there we roamed Europe. Five months ago we ran into some wolf-thins in France. They chased us all around that country." Tyler explained annoyed.
"Lycanthrope," said a girl with electric blue eyes and black spiky hair.
"Huh? I just know that they're hard to kill. We thought if we went to Italy we would be safer. My friend is really into architecture and stuff. She's also Catholic, so it was only right of us to go to the Vatican."
"You say here name is Julia?" the hooded man asked.
"Yes," Tyler said irritated. "Can we hurry this up? She is out there and I need to save her! Either help me or get out of my way!"
"You say you can't remember anything before two years ago? Two, are you sure two?"
"Do you have crap in your ears? That's what I said."
A few eyebrows raised at his response. Not because of the obscenity or the manner of answer but the content of it.
"Usually it's a couple months or couple days that they can't remember anything," Annabeth put in.
"That is most peculiar," nodded the hooded man.
"Yeah, losing your memory usually is!" Tyler snarled sarcastically. "I've had enough of this. What do you want from me?"
"The question, actually, is what do you want from us Tyler?" the hooded man asked.
"Well, where do I begin. I'll start off by saying I want all of your heads on a platter!" Tyler shouted as he stood to his feet." The two men with their bows notched arrows onto their bow strings. The hooded man waved them off.
"If I can't have that, I want you to release me so I can save my friend," Tyler finished.
"I'm I afraid we can't do that," the hooded man told him.
"Why not? If you guys wanted me dead, you would have killed me already. I repeat, what do you want from me?"
"Do you know about Greek Mythology, Tyler?" the hooded man asked.
"What does this have to do with anything?"
"It's a simple question, answer it."
Tyler slowly sat back down in his seat. "Sure..."
"Then you know about the Greek Gods?"
"Yeah..."
"Well, Tyler, I am one."
Tyler began to laugh uncontrollably and looked at the faces around him. "You guys are crazy."
The hooded man ignored the remark. "I am the God of Death, Thanatos."
Upon hearing the name 'Thanatos', Tyler's brain exploded. He closed his eyes to fight back the pain and grabbed his head in agony. He screamed toward the sky and his mind was bombarded with images. He saw Gods and great battles. He knew of the two demigod camps, Jupiter and Half-blood, he knew about monster, he knew of the Titans, the Giants, the Argonauts, and of Gaea. He was sure he had just been returned all of his memories, but they were jumbled and he didn't how to piece it together. He didn't know what to do with it all.
"Do you want to save Julia," a women's voice asked in his head.
"Yes!"
"Then listen to the Argonauts. Help the Argonauts."
"Who are you?"
"Follow every single one of their instructions and you will find your friend. Go with them to the Atlas Mountains and close Death's Doors."
"Why me?"
"Because you are the Son of Eris. Do you understand?"
Tyler didn't respond. The pain in his head increased.
"Kind of! Just don't do that again!"
"I will provide the information you need to complete your quest. Your full memories will come to you eventually. The Argonauts need your help and you need theirs."
"Who are you?"
"Just your fairy GOD mother, child, just a guardian."
Tyler opened his eyes to find that he was leaning face down on the table. He raised his head slowly off the wooden surface. He looked at the faces that surrounded him. They all wore shocked and confused expressions; induced from his sudden outburst. He ignored the looks, raised his finger, and pointed at Thanatos.
"Thanatos, God of Death," he boomed. He directed his finger from face to face as he named each person. Tyler was in a trance.
"Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Grover Underwood, Clarisse La Rue, Leo Valdez, Piper McLean, Jason Grace, Thalia Grace, Hazel Levesque, Frank Zhang, Octavian, Reyna, Queen Hylla, Hercules, Theseus, Perseus, Jason, Achilles, Bellerophon, Leonidas, and Odysseus!"
There were gasps around the table.
"I am Tyler Horace, Son of Eris! Look upon the face of Chaos!" If Tyler wasn't in his trance, he would've shivered finally knowing his last name.
"How?" Piper asked.
Tyler hunched forward back on to the table. The spell was broken. He gripped his head in pain. "I...don't...I don't know. I'm just seeing things in my head. I know of the Gods, I know about Titans, I know about monsters, I know about Giants, and I know about Heroes." Tyler groaned. "What I don't know is what I have to do with any of this. Ah!"
"It's Hera, she's giving him some memories back," answered Annabeth.
"Why would she take them?" Tyler groaned.
"Its part of her plan or something, we're not exactly sure," Annabeth told him. "She might be giving you back some memories so you will be able to complete the task she wants you to do."
"That doesn't explain how he knows all of us, by name for that matter," said Thalia. "Have any of you ever seen him before?"
Everybody shook their heads.
"No, it's not his memories, but you are half right Annabeth." said Thanatos. "Hera is merely feeding him the correct information he needs to do whatever he must do."
"And what would that be?" Tyler grimaced as he gripped his skull between his hands. More images and flashes were coming to him. The pain was immense.
"To save a life, we are not exactly sure. The prophecy says that a child of Eris is the seventh demigod and they'll be wielding a knife," said Octavian. "Specifically, a Child of Eris.
"The Prophecy of Seven?" Tyler asked. The Prophecy of Seven was recited in his head and more information followed it. The pain increased.
Annabeth nodded, "You're the seventh."
"You fit the criteria. When we found you were using a knife... and you aren't exactly the epitome of calmness." Jason Grace told him. "No offense."
"None taken. The last person I killed said the same thing," Tyler managed to say. "Ugh! Why does this hurt so much?"
"Jason and I gained back our memory slowly," Percy said. "You're probably just taking on too much at one time."
"Ah, okay!" Tyler nodded. "Speaking of my knife, where is it?"
Clarisse pulled out the WWII Trench Knife from underneath the table. She looked to Thanatos hesitantly but Thanatos nodded the go-ahead to her. She slid the trench knife across the table to Tyler.
"That's a beautiful piece you carry," commented Clarisse. "I took the liberty of inspecting it earlier. That there is a M1918 Trench Knife. Seven and a half inch long blade, brass-knuckle hilt guard, and a skull crusher pommel for cracking a few heads. The odd thing about it though it's constructed of Celestial Bronze, Imperial Gold, Stygian Iron, silver, Adamantine, and steel. That thing can kill anything." Clarisse said in awe.
"I find it creepy how you discovered all that out after licking it," Leo remarked. "I swear, I saw her licking it earlier."
Thalia's ears perked. "All those materials in one weapon, that explains why you could kill the Earthborn and last so long against the Lycanthrope. I thought it was just a regular mortal knife."
Memories of Backbiter and Kronos's Scythe, came back to Percy. The thought of the two weapons made him shiver. Those two weapons were only made of Celestial Bronze and steel. Compared Tyler's knife, they were nothing. Tyler knife was composed of bronze, steel, and also had Imperial Gold, Stygian Iron, and Adamantine. There was no telling what the blade could to it's victims.
"Why would one make a weapon such as that, one that can kill monsters and mortals alike? It's barbaric," Reyna said disgusted.
"It's made that way too make sure who ever I kill stays killed," Tyler said putting the knife back into the hidden sheath of his jacket.
"Is anyone even allowed to make a weapon like that?" asked Piper.
"No," said Hazel. "A weapon like that can sever one's soul."
"How would you know something like that?" Frank asked her.
"I'm a daughter of Pluto. I know my precious metals and their properties. Also, I think I would know a thing or two about souls."
"It's a weapon that can kill Titans and Giants alike," Odysseus stated.
"...Or Gods," the original Jason added hungrily.
"Easy," Thanatos warned him.
"All I know is that I want one," said Clarisse.
"Me too," all the Heroes of Old agreed. They were almost drooling.
"Don't even bother asking where I got it. It was on me when I woke up and If catch any of you trying to take it, I'll take your freaking head." Tyler told them.
"Forget all this talk about the knife," Thanatos said a little irritated. "We brought you here because we need to know if you will join us Tyler Horace?"
"Yes, but only on one condition."
"And what would that be?" Achilles sighed.
"You help me find Julia."
If his hood was off, they would have seen Thanatos smile one of his rare smiles.
"You're in luck because I believe I know where the Venti have taken her."
"Where?" Tyler said with his ears perked now.
Thanatos addressed everyone. "My Doors are in the Atlas Mountains."
"That's in Africa not Rome," Percy said.
"You're forgetting that the Roman Empire stretched as far as the Northern shores of the continent now known as Africa. My doors are located a few miles from the northern the coast. You will head to the Maritime part of the mountains. This is where it's elevation is the lowest."
"That's where will find Julia?" Tyler asked excited.
"And Nico!" Hazel said with Percy. They remembered that he was captured by Gaea's forces when he investigating them.
"Yes, but like you all are aware, it is guarded by many of Gaea's army. That's why we brought back the Heroes of Old and trained you all to be Argonauts."
"What's the specifics then?" Achilles asked. "I'm not sending my troops in until we know what were up against. Monsters? Defenses?"
"I was getting to that?" Thanatos told him. "You might want to brace yourselves, you're not going to like what you're going to hear."
"Anything dealing with Gaea is unlikeable," said Theseus.
Thanatos sighed. "As you know I've performed many reconnaissance missions over the past few weeks. I have gotten the exact number of her forces. My doors are guarded by Twenty-thousand plus monsters, creatures, and machines alike."
"TWENTY-THOUSAND!" Frank exclaimed.
Bellerophon choked on the water he was drinking. "You lie!"
The room erupted in shouting and protesting.
"How do you expect a small force of seven-hundred Argonauts to go up against twenty-thousand?" Perseus asked earnestly.
"It's a suicide mission!" Hercules yelled.
"How did she even recruit that many numbers?" Annabeth asked.
"We're screwed, SCREWED!" Grover moaned.
"ENOUGH!" Thanatos shouted standing to his feet now. "PULL YOURSELVES TOGETHER! I have not seen a sorrier bunch. You are ARGONAUTS! You are the best of the best. You are the most elite warriors that Olympus has to offer. You will go to my doors, shut them, and lock them. If you do not, then civilization will end as we know it! Although I'm the God of Death, I enjoy living, like most of you. Some of you might think death will be a sweet escape but you are sadly mistaken. If Gaea takes control there will be no underworld or afterlife. It will be merely nothingness! I entrust that you and your generals will think of a brilliant plan and you're training and determination will place you as the victors. I bet my job on it!"
"You must succeed or die trying!" Thanatos finished.
Everyone slowly sat back into their seats.
Calmly, Achilles asked, "Will there be any Giants?"
"Luckily, just one, Pallas."
Annabeth's face went pale. "Athena killed her. She may not be one of the major Giants but still a giant nonetheless. Is she still holding a grudge against Athena and all her children?"
Thanatos nodded.
"The Mark of Athena will burn through Rome..." Annabeth trailed off reciting part of the Prophecy.
"That's the least of our worries," said Achilles.
"What are we going to do about the twenty-thousand monsters?" Piper asked.
"We'll kill them all!" Clarisse said standing to her feet.
Tyler nodded his head in agreement, "HELL YEAH!"
"Didn't King Leonidas and three hundred spartans hold off an army of three-hundred thousand persians?" asked Octavian. "If they could do it, so can we."
Jason smiled, "That must have been the first optimistic thing I have ever heard you say."
"You are right young Octavian," Leonidas answered. "But we also had the aid of a couple thousand soldiers. Plus we were able set up defense in Thermopylae Pass were only six men could enter abreast. This allowed us not be overwhelmed and we lasted for three days. Eventually the Persians found a way around and we were slaughtered. If we were back at Thermopylae Pass...we have demigods with demigod powers...Zhang, Grace, Jackson, not to mention the Heroes of Old, all the wonderful machines and traps we have...Yes! I say we would be able to do it. Sadly, we are not at Thermopylae Pass."
"We CAN do that!" Frank said. "We're going to be fighting in the Atlas Mountains. There are probably dozens of passes that we can bottle neck Gaea's forces in!"
"So you have been reading the gift your father gave you?" Thanatos asked eagerly.
Frank nodded with a grin. "Sun Tzu is a genius!"
"See, I believe you will be able to work something out!" Thanatos almost cheered. "I must be off again...more recon," said Thanatos. "General Achilles, you and the Heroes of Old, and your best tacticians work with Mr. Zhang here to work out a solid battle plan. A few more thing before I leave; I give you a map of the Atlas Mountains which outline the exact location of my doors and the surrounding area. You are also aware that Gaea has figured out how to duplicate monsters. That may explain the vast size of her army. Also, she has brought back more from the dead to strengthen her armies; Minos, Paris of Troy, Midas and Lityerses , and Ajax."
"Ajax? He was on our side in the Trojan War!" Odysseus protested.
"Gaea is most persuasive," Thanatos told him gravely.
"Coward!" Odysseus spat. "Always was a coward...and a loony!"
"Lit got free," Jason exclaimed. "It was bound to happen, I guess," he said in defeat.
Thanatos turned to Achilles. "...and Prince Hector of Troy will be leading her army. He seeks his revenge on you Achilles."
All eyes went to Achilles. Achilles set his jaw with determination. Not even ghosts from his past could stop him now.
"Set a course for the Atlas Mountains Mr. Valdez and I'll see you on the other side."
With that, Thanatos faded into the shadows and disappeared like he always did.
Leo shivered. "When he says other side, I sure hope he meant like the Atlas Mountains, not THE other side."
Everyone ignored Leo as usual and looked to Achilles. He remained expressionless but if he did feel something, possibly anger or fear, he hid it well.
He nodded his head. "Chase, Jackson, both Graces, Zhang, La Rue, Reyna and my fellow Heroes of Old will stay. Everyone else may leave or remain here if yo wish. We have some planning to do."
Tyler and a few others got up and walked out the door. Tyler was the last one out. He had much on his mind he wanted to think about, but unfortunately that wouldn't be the case.
"Hey Tyler," Leo called to him.
Tyler let out a sigh and turned to look at the short Latino boy expectantly.
"Whats up?" Leo said dumbly.
No reply just a cold stare from the hard brown eyes.
"Anyways...uh...seeing is that you're the new guy and you don't have a bunk, I was thinking I could set up with one. Maybe a tour as well?"
"You don't want to stay and make the big battle plans?" Tyler asked with a hint of ridicule.
"I'm half lover and half builder. Fighting? Not my style. I don't destroy, like I said, I'm a builder."
"Fine, I guess." Tyler agreed.
Leo grinned. "Come on then!"
Leo showed Tyler the upper deck, the helm, the cannons, the defense mechanisms, the engine room, and finally they found themselves back in the giant lower deck with all the hammocks. Leo led him to an empty hammock next to his.
"What's up guys?" Leo said to a few male demigods that were in the nearby are. They were either playing cards, reading a books, or polishing their armor.
"This here is Tyler Horace, Son of Eris, the new guy. Tyler, this is Travis and Connor Stoll, Malcolm, Butch, Will Solace, and Jake Mason."
"Sup," they nodded their heads in greeting. Tyler nodded back. They went back to what they were doing.
"And this here is Chris Rodriguez. Me and him go way back. Are people got to stick together, right?" Leo said nudging Chris who was fixing his hammock.
"Valdez, what the are you talking about?" Chris asked.
"You know...we're both from the Latino persuasion and all."
"Shut up Valdez."
"Yeah, shut up Valdez!" Everyone else agreed.
"So, Leo, what did you hear at the big meeting?" Travis asked while looking over his poker hand.
"You'll hear about it later," Leo waved him off. Travis sighed. Leo turned his attention back to Tyler. "This here will be your bunk," Leo said gesturing to the empty Hammock.
Tyler sat in it and looked toward the celling. He pulled out his knife and started to spin and twirl it. He found he did this a lot when he was deep in thought.
"So what do you think?"
"Of what," Tyler said, saying something finally.
"Of the Argo II?"
"Fair enough," Tyler said not really paying any attention to the Latino Santa Elf.
The only thought was on his mind was Julia.
Back in the cafeteria, the large group made sure Tyler had left the room and was well out of earshot before they began speaking.
"I don't trust him," Achilles said. "I don't trust Eris or anything to do with her, especially her son, this is not good. If we had it my way, I would've tossed him off side of the ship already."
"You've already made that clear," Annabeth said.
"Painfully obvious more like," Percy added.
Achilles ignored them and looked back down at the map of the Atlas Mountains and spoke with his fellow Originals. They began discussing layouts and maneuvers.
"This Julia, she's a daughter of Athena right?" Jason Grace asked.
"It looked like it. She kind of looked like Annabeth, well, as much of her as I could see," Percy nodded.
"Could she be the one?" Piper asked.
"You guys are speaking about her like she is for sure a daughter of Athena," Annabeth said with a pang of jealousy. She cursed inwardly to herself for being so petty.
"It's obvious she is," Percy told Annabeth. "Even more, she was taken by a Venti, what if she got free? She would be out in Europe, the original Rome, all by herself. Wisdom's daughter walks alone."
Everyone else nodded their heads in agreement.
"I just hope she's okay," Hazel said. "For Tyler's sake. That kid is definitely messed up in the head. If he finds out she's hurt or worse..." She shuddered at the thought.
"I'm sure she's fine," Grover assured them.
"If Julia's anything like Annabeth, she'll be more than fine," Percy nodded.
Julia reached the Atlas Mountains after an hour of walking from the stony beach. From there she had to climb up cliff faces and vault over ledges. She had to hike through sharp rocks and slowly make her way down step slopes to climb more cliffs. Hera said walk south, not climb shit! Julia was weary and exhausted. She had spent the past several hours walking and climbing.
In order to take her mind off the grueling journey ahead, she found refuge in her thoughts. She thought about her mission. Find the troops and rally them. Short and simple. Yeah, but where were they? The thought of the pale boy kept on coming back as well. Who was this pale bale? Julia hoped the description, 'pale,' didn't mean the boy was dead. She hated seeing dead people even though she's seen way too many to count. She witnessed many lives because of a certain WWII Trench Knife. This brought her thoughts to Tyler.
Tyler was on her mind often. She hoped he was okay. Maybe the kids with the dragon t-shirts helped him. If Julia knew Tyler, then she knew that he was looking for her just as she was looking for him. Hopefully they would find each other. She also wondered why the two got along so well. They were a dichotomy of characters but yet they were an amazing team. Julia remembered reading a biography about George Washington, a book she stole in England. Washington's two main advisors were also exact opposites in personality. However, hey helped build the foundation of America. They were responsible for the current America. Julia smiled, that was her and Tyler. Thomas Jefferson and Alexander Hamilton.
She also thought about her heritage. She came to terms with her beliefs after an hour of climbing. She was the daughter of Athena, daughters of Athena were supposed to be logical, and the logic choice was that the Olympians did exist and they needed her help. They had the most evidence to support their existence. Deep down inside she knew Hera wasn't lying or crazy. Hera had sparked a flame in Julia's gut that only spread and grew stronger in her body. She was a demigod. She wondered how many other demigods where out there. Was Tyler a demigod too? That would explain how they could find each other or why he could fight so well. Who was his godly parent? Ares? Hades? Hades seemed a definite choice especially since Tyler could kill so easily. Death came naturally to him.
After running out of things to think about she would inspect the Greek Sword that she carried with her. She managed to make a sheath out of her sweater. She slung it over her shoulder like a backpack. Julia didn't even have a clue on what to do with it. She doubted if she did run into something to fight, she would clumsily hold the weapon and fail. Tyler did teach her a bunch of different moves that she inwardly swore to never use on a person. Tyler never taught her about using a sword though. At least with the switch blade, Julia could defend herself, while with the sword would be awkward with it. Julia discovered she was making herself feel inferior and usually she was the one who made others feel inferior.
Julia tried to rationalize her thoughts, "You're a daughter of Athena, the Goddess of Wisdom and War. You can use a freaking sword like you are born to do it because you were born to do it. Hell yeah!"
"Ugh! I am so tired of walking!"
It was dark when Julia climbed her a millionth cliff. Julia looked up into the night sky to see all the stars where out. She studied the constellations and recognized Orion, Hercules, and many more. It made Julia's brain hurt when she thought that the constellations were actually based off true stories, not fictional ones. The people she saw in the night sky once walked the Earth, very much like her at that particular moment.
After using up all her thoughts, she became ever increasingly bored which lead her to the discovery of the art of talking to one's self.
"I wish you guys would float on down here too talk to me," she said to the constellations. "Walking sucks!... So bored, and hungry, and thirsty, and sleepy. My feet hurt! Julia don't talk like that. You're strong, you can do this. Complete the mission, complete the mission...wait, what's my mission again?"
Julia didn't see it till she was too late. She was too enveloped with complaining to herself. She froze, in front of her was a camp fire surrounded by weird looking creatures. Julia instinctually ducked behind a boulder to hider herself. The creatures around the fire were of different shapes and sizes. One was a snake women, another was giant with one-eye, she recognized a six-armed giant, another one made heart sink. It was one of the werewolves from France.
"Why we out here in cold?" The one-eyed giant griped similar to Julia earlier.
"Lady Pallas has orders from Lady Gaea. We're rounding up the heroes that the Gods are bringing back to life?" hissed the snake lady. "Another squad picked one up yesterday. Said his name was Aeneas."
Julia peeked over the boulder too get a better look. She accidentally shifted too much of her weight and scattered a few loose rocks that tumbled down a hill. She watched as each rock hit every other rock with a loud clang the whole way down.
"Damn," Julia cursed to herself.
"What that?" six-arm asked.
The werewolf's ears perked and he barked.
"Demigod!" snake women hissed after sniffing the air.
Julia overstayed her welcomed. She climbed to her feet and turned to escape. She ran straight into another six-armed giant that crept up behind her. Julia drew her sword and slashed at the Giant. Julia shrieked in surprise, the sword didn't feel awkward at all, it felt perfect. She felt awesome. She felt badass!
She finished off the giant who sunk to it's knees by cutting off it's head.
"That's right bitch, I can use a sword!"
Her celebration was short lived because the werewolf was upon her. Julia swung again but the blade passed right through it. It should've died. The werewolf seemed to laugh at her. It lunged and Julia ducked out of the way. She was pretty proud of the maneuver but then something solid struck her in the head from behind. It was the one-eye. She felt herself fall forward and saw the world rush up to meet her. Then everything went black.
Julia woke with her head throbbing and her vision was blurred. She reached to touch where she had been hit but an another hand stopped hers.
"She's up," a low voice said above her.
Julia looked to the speaker. It was a giant man, with giant hands, who has tending to the wound on her head. She tried to sit up but the giant man stopped her. From where she lay, she observed she was in a dark confined room, she heard the sound of dripping water, and a musty scent crawled up her noes.
She heard an other figure move to her side. She looked at who it was. At first she thought it was Tyler. The person had black shaggy hair with dark brown eyes. Her vision returned back to normal to reveal it wasn't Tyler. This boy was much too young to be him. He seemed about Julia's age, he wore a black skull t-shirt and a skull ring. His skin showed signs that it used to be a dark olive color at one point in his life but now it was ghostly pale. Julia tried to speak and say, 'pale boy.'
The boy stopped her from speaking. "Don't try to talk, move, or fall back to sleep. You need to stay awake. Orion says you have a concussion."
Julia merely nodded.
"Don't worry, everything is going to be okay." The boy said gently. "My name is Nico Di Angelo."
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