Here is the second chapter! Enjoy!
Percy:
The second my eyes closed, I plunged into a dream. I was looking at a house perched precariously on a steep cliff. There were six birds perched on the cliff. They were all hawks, but only one of them was normal colored. The two largest ones were the size of Roman eagles. One of them was brown with white speckles, and the other was pitch black. There was a light gray one who's eyes didn't look right. I think it was blind. One was chocolate colored, and another was light, creamy brown. The smallest one, which was a little bit bigger than a regular hawk, was pure white.
I didn't know what to make of this dream. You see, demigod dreams normally have important meanings. I had no clue what weird colored hawks was supposed to symbolize. As I stood there pondering, the hawks just sat absolutely still, staring at each other. I thought they were acting kinda funny for hawks. Then, out of nowhere, the little white one shrieked loudly. I looked around, sensing danger. The large one with brown and white wings spun around just as a wolf leapt out of the woods, claws outstretched.
The weird thing? The hawk didn't fly away. Instead, it attacked the wolf with equal enthusiasm. The other hawks came after the wolf as well, and it looked like they were going to win. But a dozen more wolves leapt from the trees, and each hawk engaged in battle with several wolves. They were seriously outnumbered now.
The wolves quickly took out the one that looked blind, and the one who was chocolate colored. Then, the black one was thrown against a tree, and the creamy colored one was cuffed hard in the head. The big brown one screeched in agony as it received a glancing blow to the head. It fell limp to the ground.
The little white bird had gotten several wounds already, and when the three remaining wolves ganged up on it, it never stood a chance. Screaming in defiance, it lashed out at the largest wolf, who easily took the tiny thing in his mouth. The three wolves raced off into the woods taking the struggling hawk with them. Then, I heard a growl behind me. I whipped around, pulling out Riptide, but I was too slow. The weight of the wolf pinned me to the ground, and his claws tore into my chest.
Max:
I woke up sweating, after another one of my nightmares about the school. I was being chased by Erasers yet again. I forced myself out of bed, threw on some sweats and a t-shirt, and plodded to the kitchen. Nobody else was up yet. Good. I could enjoy some quiet time before Nudge woke up. Nudge is the blabbermouth of the family. We call it the Nudge Channel: ALL Nudge, ALL the time!
"Good morning Max..." said Gazzy from behind me. I turned around to see the sleepy eight year behind me. Iggy followed close behind. He started making eggs and bacon for breakfast. Kind of embarrassing that he can cook better than I can when he's BLIND.
I went to wake up Angel and Nudge, but found them already awake. Nudge was babbling about some fashion magazine she had found recently, and Angel looked like she was about to explode. She crinkled up her forehead in concentration, and Nudge stopped mid-sentence.
"What was I talking about again?" she asked, looking confused. "Never mind that. Hi Max! I'm so glad you're up. I was just talking to Angel about that new fashion magazine you got me, and, well, look," She handed me the magazine and pointed excitedly at a fancy scarf wrapped around a girl's neck.
"See! Isn't it like, so adorable! I must have that scarf! Look down here. It says you can get them at the mall down here! And plus, it's on sale for 50% off!" she squealed.
"Nudge, sweetie, first of all, we can't go walking into a mall just to get you a scarf. Second, scarves are dangerous, so that's a definite no," I said, frowning.
"How are scarves dangerous?" asked Nudge, her lips turning down in a pout.
"When Erasers pull them and break your neck."
"Ugh, fine, whatever," said Nudge, rolling her eyes.
We enjoyed a delicious breakfast, as usual. In the middle of my third omelet, a rank smell filled the room. "Eew, Gazzy!" cried Nudge, her face stuffed with omelet. Iggy coughed and pretended to be choking. I rolled my eyes
"I'm rolling my eyes Iggy," I told him.
Fang just stood up and said he was going outside. We all followed, relieved to have an excuse to breathe the fresh air. I unfolded my tawny wings and let them soak in the sun. Angel followed my example. Fang did too, but I doubted he would be able to get a tan. He was the palest person I'd ever seen. Not that that was a bad thing...
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Angel screamed "Look out Max!" and flew like a bullet at me. I whipped around as she zoomed past me, her feet connecting with an Eraser's jaw. He had been about to pounce on me. The School had finally found us...
A dozen more Erasers came running from the woods, their hands morphing into claws, and their faces turning into furry snouts with long fangs and gleaming red eyes. Saliva dripped from their maws as they launched themselves, claws outstretched, at the flock. My Family!
I screamed in rage, and charged at them. Fang delivered a roundhouse kick to one of them, leaving it holding its head in pain. Angel delivered several quick jabs to another. I grabbed two of them and bashed their heads together. I heard a scream, and whirled around. Iggy was limp on the ground, blood pouring from a gash in his head. An Eraser was about to finish him off. I raced toward him and clapped my hands over his ears. He howled in pain as his eardrums burst. One of the Erasers was being punched repeatedly by Nudge, but looked more annoyed than hurt. As I watched, he threw her against the rock, and she was out cold. I screamed and launched myself into the air. I spiraled towards him, knocking him off the cliff with my wings.
That's when Fang yelped. I whipped my head around. He had gotten slashed across his chest pretty bad. He had a black eye, and several hundred cuts. Probably because he was taking on four Erasers at once.
They had him cornered. I raced towards him, and then suddenly I was flat on the ground, all the air gone from my lungs. I must have tripped. How heroic of me. I watched, dazed, as Gazzy bellowed and lunged at one of the Erasers fighting Fang. The Eraser backhanded him so hard I saw teeth fly out, and Gazzy tumbled to the ground. Angel was fighting three of them.
"Wouldn't it be nice just to walk off the cliff?" she said, very persuasively.
One of them actually listened to her. He plummeted to his death, screaming. The other two growled, and shook their heads. She kept telling them to do stupid things like turn in a circle, or walk in slow motion. The commands only worked for a second or two, and she was starting to sweat.
I tried to push myself to my feet, but my ankle screamed in protest. I think I had broken it. Juuuuust great. I turned my attention back to Fang. He had taken out all but one of the Erasers.
Then, the Eraser caught Fang by the arm, whipped him over his head and slammed him into a tree. I screamed as Fang dropped like a stone, blood seeping into the pine needles. Angel was getting tired and running out of ideas. I tried to hobble over to her, but one push from an Eraser and I was back on my face. Broken ankles suck.
The Eraser who had been fighting fang was the biggest of the bunch. Now that he ganged up on Angel, she stood no chance.
"Angel! On your left! Incoming!" I screamed as the big brute launched himself at my baby. She turned, arms thrown up to protect herself, but she was too slow. With a crash, Angel and the Eraser landed in a heap on the ground. Angel stared up at the sky, dazed. The Eraser picked her up like she was a rag dog, and stuff her in a bag. Angel squirmed and struggled, but it was useless trying to fight a bag.
"Angel!" I screamed. As the Erasers bounded past, I grabbed hold of the leader's legs and held on for all I was worth. The Eraser bend down and ripped my hand off his leg, scratching my hand up horribly in the process. I bellowed and hauled myself to my feet, despite the screaming pain in my ankle. I spread my wings and soared at the Eraser, who was unaware that I was up again. I tackled him from behind, trying to get at the bag thrown over his shoulder.
The eraser threw the bag on the ground, turned around, and punched me in the nose so hard I passed out. In my subconscious, I heard Angel cry out, "Max!" Then everything went black.