CHAPTER 8 - Kurt
The weather had changed. It had been haywire all day, going from cloudless sun to fog to storm. At the moment a storm was raging, and its origin was Mount Tam. They got there in record time from Coyote Hills, and parked at the base of the mountain to find another car already pulled up. They inspected it, puzzled as to who else could be here.
"Let's go find out." Kurt said, marching straight for the trail. The rest followed, weapons drawn, but his greatsword remained on his back.
As they climbed, they started to see golden dust on the floor - the remains of recently disintegrated monsters. The plot thickens, Kurt thought whimsically to himself. Whoever else is here is obviously adept at monster-slaying, because the dust got thicker the higher they climbed, until they reached the Garden of the Hespirades. They lunged out into the clearing, braced for a fight, weapons at the ready.
But Ladon was nowhere to be seen. Puzzled, they walked into the Garden, looking around. Brady approached the golden tree, staring longingly at the glowing fruit. Thunder appeared to rumble especially loudly at that moment, and Kurt pulled him away before he could get his hands on one.
"That's not for you. Come on, let's keep going." And they continued, out of the garden and onto the other trail, climbing for the peak.
They arrived to a battleground. Monsters were here in abundance, and they were fighting three people. The ones that got here before they did. He didn't recognise any of them, and he didn't think they were Roman. He didn't have time to consider it now.
"ROMANS! LET'S CRASH THIS PARTY!" Kurt yelled, and drew his knives, before leaping at the nearest monster. The rest of his party yelled their battle cries and started laying into the monsters, slowly circling them, with the strangers in the middle. Kurt caught fleeting glimpses of them as he fought. One was wielding a glowing blue staff. Or was it a spear? Or a trident? He couldn't be sure, but he knew they were demigods. The staff-wielder could control water, and used her weapon to summon spouts of water, which she then turned on the monsters, pushing them back.
Another was wielding a sword, doing incredibly well and only wearing one piece of armour, a leather chestguard. He obviously didn't need anything as elaborate as Kurt's armour, because the monsters couldn't seem to land a hit. He appeared to fade from sight every now and then, dodging attacks and possibly even teleporting short distances. He couldn't be sure.
The third fighter appeared to be at a loss. He was small, with curly brown hair, and he was wielding celestial bronze arrows and using them as melee weapons. It was a bit strange, but he thought that he might have lost his bow on the journey, and for some reason didn't bring a spare. He sighed, and moved towards the boy.
Stabbing and slicing at any monster in his way until he was next to the boy, he nodded at him and handed him a broadsword.
"You need a better weapon than some arrows, kid." He said, and the boy took the sword and nodded. He looked at it and frowned, but started hacking and slashing at the nearest monster anyway. Kurt frowned. Hadn't the kid seen a gladius before? It was a stabbing weapon. No matter, Kurt though, he seemed to be holding his own.
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