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Percy's POV
After The Prophesy was spoken, chaos ensued. Some people were openly crying at having to fight in another war, while others were just scowling. Some were trying to decipher The Prophesy, while others were grinning at the prospect of killing *cough* Clarisse *cough.* some were saying, "Who is the wolf? And "Who is the canine king?" "By silver they both die? So the wolf dies and someone else…" They can be even stupider that me sometimes. Anyway, not our best council meeting.
The smarter people, the Athena Cabin, were somehow forgetting their hatred of me and were looking at me with something akin to pity, at having to be the star of yet, another prophesy, that, of course, was predicting my death. I was close to a panic attack, the world rested on my shoulders yet again. I finally lost it, when one of the Ares campers started saying," It's all your fault." And "I bet he lied about not being controlled by his instincts and just murdered Zack and Jessica in cold blood."
I was seeing red. How could they even think that I would murder two of my friends? I grabbed the Ares camper, John, and threw him into the wall. Amazingly, he smashed through the wall and made a hole, from the force of my throw. I winced, I could have killed him. I turned around to leave, when suddenly I was tackled from behind.
I slammed into the ground. I soon rose up and tore John off of me. He threw a sloppy punch at my face, which I easily dodged. I was so angry, that I boiled his blood, and even though he was screaming his head off, I just kept cooking him. Eventually, he exploded. I then ran, horrified by my actions. I was finding it more and more difficult to control my bloodthirstiness, in my attacks, I was more ruthless and did not like to show mercy. And it was destroying me from the inside out. I sprinted through my still ruined door and used a new trick I had been working on. I made the water from my salt water fountain, float to my door and I quickly solidified it into ice.
I then started packing all of my things, drachmas, mortal money, clothes, ambrosia, nectar and the ten essentials. I heard a noise, like knocking on ice; I stood up slowly and went to investigate the noise. I could see Annabeth and surprisingly, Mark, waiting for me outside, even though Mark's left arm was broken, he still wanted to help us with the quest. They had backpacks on and were waiting for me. I soon grabbed my backpack and willed the ice to return to its liquid form, I then moved it back to the fountain.
"What took you so long?" Annabeth asked, "I was drowning in the bathtub" I joked. We soon started ascending the hill, when we were half way up, the campers saw us. We dashed away, as they started sprinting after us shouting," Murderer!" I called out in my mind for Blackjack to fly over here and bring two of his friends. The campers were nearly on top of us, so I created water from the moisture in the air and I willed it to turn into ice, but left a hole at the top for Blackjack and his buddies. The leader, John, walked forward and said," You will pay for murdering Zack and Jessica." "Bring in the pyro!" I saw his goons forcing someone to walk forwards, it was Leo. He was struggling and trying to break free of his captors holds, but their grip was too tight. He looked at me with remorse and said," I am sorry Percy, but they will kill Jason and Piper if I don't do this." He then placed his hand on the ice and began to melt it. Just as he was starting to break through, Blackjack and two of his buddies dropped from the sky and into our dome of ice. Blackjack neighed, "You called for a handsome horse?" We quickly climbed onto their backs and flew into the sky, away from the screams of outrage. I called out to Annabeth over the wind," So where do we go now?" she responded," To Colorado, that's where Jason, Piper and Leo saw Lycaon last." Annabeth sighed. She responded," You really are a seaweed brain, you know that right? "Anyway, the oracle said, (The Wolf Shall Stand Alone, when He Topples the Canine King's Throne.)" "So basically you are the wolf, who will stand alone and you are supposed to topple his throne, and what it means by toppling his throne, is that you will take control of his throne, but to do that you have to kill Lycaon.
I replied," Oh" She laughed. "You really are a seaweed brain." I replied," Ya, but I am your seaweed brain." She blushed. John suddenly spoke," Sorry to interrupt you're flirting, but you should probably get some rest, Colorado is a long ways away. So we laid down and very soon we both drifted into the world of dreams.
I found myself in a weird cave somewhere in the United States. It had runes all over the walls and it looked like a scene from a horror film. I looked around and I saw a wolf-human hybrid several feet from where I was standing. It spoke," So what do you think we should do now?" Another more, feminine voice responded," You will make sure they never reach California, so my plan will go without hitch and if you do not, I will make you wish you could fade." The werewolf shrank back in fear at those words. He responded," Me and my pack will make sure that they stay away from California, after all, the boy will do as I command, now that I control him." He quickly turned to me and snarled," Did you hear that boy? I CONTROL YOU!" then he pounced and scared me right out of the dream.
I woke up to us dodging high velocity fire balls. I quickly assessed the situation; we were twenty feet above a town of about five hundred people. And more importantly, I saw that two one thousand pound dragons were trying to kill us. Blackjack evaded a fireball right before it incinerated us. We soon were forced to land, since we could not kill the scaly beasts in the air. We were looking for a clear zone, free of people; that we could land in and destroy the dragons. The Fates however, had other ideas. Mark was in the back of our line, so he was closest to the dragons. As his pegasi was trying to fly away, it was caught by the dragons' claws and flung to the ground. We watched helplessly as Mark fell to the forest below…
That would have been an amazing cliffhanger, but I am not that mean.
Percy's POV
I was seeing red, I had lost too many people during my short life; I was not about to lose another. The more rational part of my brain said," Mark was probably already dead." But I did not care. I wanted revenge. I commanded Blackjack to hover right next to the dragon, so that I could jump onto it. I was slipping off, but because of my anger, I was able to switch my form into that of a wolf, I then proceeded to dig my claws into the tiny chinks of its scales. Soon because of our combined weight, its wings gave out and we fell to the ground. I rolled off of it and hit a tree. I soon rose to my feet and started bounding after my noisy prey.
Annabeth's POV
After I saw Percy stupidly jump onto one of the dragons, I was forced to distract the other one. It came zooming towards me, at what seemed like the speed of light. My pagasi, Guido, nimbly dodged out of the way; he then proceeded to fly towards where Mark fell. He was forced to land as the dragon almost killed him. I climbed off as Guido, being the worthless pagasi that he is, left me to fight the dragon by myself. I cursed. Now I had to kill this ugly thing and then find Mark. If he is still alive, a part of my brain thought. No I refused to believe that he was dead, we went through too much for that to happen. I looked at the dragon and slowly started to back up. I know your probably thinking," That is the dumbest thing you could have done right then." But I had just lost a sibling and my boyfriend could also be dead, so I was not really thinking straight.
Anyways, it noticed my sign of weakness and charged. I amazingly rolled out of the way of its massive bulk, in the nick of time. I quickly clambered to my feet. It eyed me warily, so I looked to see if I had anything to help me. I had my drakon bone sword, the ten essentials, clothes, ambrosia, nectar and drachmas. I knew it was going to take a lot of luck for me to survive this fight. As I was checking my inventory, it decided that it had enough, so it charged at me instead of just burning me, like any smart dragon would have done. I was then forced to use its head as a spring board, so I could move out of the way. I quickly realized that I could injure it, so I twisted in midair, which then put me in the perfect position to stab the beast in the head. Unfortunately, I failed. It was moving so fast that it just rocketed past me. I fell onto the ground and rolled head over heels a couple times until I came to a stop.
I was so dizzy, that I did not realize that the dragon had recovered and was already coming towards me. It was right over me and I could do nothing but watch, as I was going to be cooked alive. Its mouth glowed red, as its blazing hot breath would soon send me to a fiery demise. I suddenly heard a Bonk! What was that? The dragon turned away and started to chase something. I saw a human with horns and goat legs. A satyr? But this one looked familiar. It had a baseball bat that it would continually hit the dragon with. The satyr was riding the dragon, while hitting it on the head with a baseball bat. A name came to mind, Gleeson Hedge, Coach Hedge. I climbed to my feet to help the stupid satyr. Coach shouted at me," I haven't had this much fun since the Prophesy of Seven!" I grimaced, that was not my favorite adventure.
The dragon started crashing through the trees, to make the satyr fall off of its head, until it saw something on the ground, it looked limp and bloody, its legs were in bad shape and it looked dead. I almost screamed, it was Mark, my sibling, lying limp on the forest floor. The dragon smelled blood and went to investigate. It started bounding towards Mark. I cried out," No! Coach stop it!"
Coach started hitting the dragon, with renewed vigor, but all it did was annoy it. Rage flew through me. I would not allow that stupid beast to kill my sibling. I sprinted forwards with speed, which I did not know I possessed. I did not realize until later, that I had the aura of Athena covering me. The Coach looked stunned. I charged forwards and before the dragon could finish Mark off, I smacked it so hard with my sword that it flew into the air and started tumbling through the trees. It was petrified. I rushed onto it and started dealing fast, strong blows that found every chink in its scaly hide. It started roaring in pain and trying to escape, but I would not give it that leisure. After a flurry of strikes I was standing over its trembling form.
I looked into its eyes and I could tell that it was pleading for death, so that it could stop feeling all of the pain and misery that came with living. I granted its wish. One swipe later and it dissolved into dust. The only thing that was left was a massive dragon skull. I tiredly walked over to Mark to see if he was still alive. Miraculously, he was. I force fed him a square of ambrosia and hoped that he would recover soon. I then checked to see if the Coach was alright. He was unconscious, with his bum up in the air. I laughed. This seemed to happen a lot to the old goat. I then started to move back to Mark when everything went black.
That was the perfect place to end it. But, I am not going to…
Percy's POV
I quickly caught up to the dragon, seeing as it was one thousand pounds and made a lot of noise running through the forest. I stealthily walked up to it and attempted to end its life. It quickly turned around and blew fire directly into my face. It stung, but thanks to me being the son of Poseidon, I was partially immune to fire. When the fire ended, it looked surprised that I was still alive, so I used that distraction to launch myself at it. I swiftly took swipes at its head hoping to blind it, but it saw that coming so it smacked me with its spiked tale. I flew in the air and smacked into a tree. It hurt, but thanks to my werewolf blood, it would take a lot more than that to immobilize me. I quickly gathered water from the ground and made them into spikes of ice. I then proceeded to hurl them at my enemy.
It was caught by surprise and one of the spikes stabbed into its shoulder. It retaliated by blowing massive waves of fire at me. I dodged, but the same cannot be said for the trees. They were ablaze. I put out as much as I could, while fighting the dragon, but it was not enough. Some of the nymphs were running desperately trying to save their trees, while others were coming to help me kill the dragon. I hurled ice at it, in an attempt to impale it, but that just made it generate more flames, so I resorted to Plan B. Suicide. I charged it, while it was blowing flames at me, but I had engulfed myself in a water shield to protect myself from the flames. I quickly ran around it, looking for any weak spots. I soon found that they were all being guarded. This dragon was smart.
So I attempted to boil its blood, but that was not working, because it was immune to heat. I had to immobilize it and also make it stay here, so it did not burn any other part of the forest. I vaguely remembered something about dragons, and about then not having scales on their stomachs. I changed to my human form. Since I was not able to get close, I threw Riptide like a knife. Amazingly, it found its mark and stabbed into the dragon's right wing, making it unable to fly. It roared in pain and then it preceded glare at me murderously. Its red eyes looked at me with hatred, it wanted me dead, and it wanted to kill me in the most painful ways, so that it could avenge its beloved wing. I glared right back. We stared at each other, until I charged forwards changing into my wolf form, while I was running and slammed my shoulder into it hoping to make it fall to the ground.
It was taken by surprise and it soon fell over. I was about to claw its chest and kill it, when a tree fell on top of me. The Fates must hate me, I mean really? Out of all the trees to fall, this one fell. I was trapped under it and at the mercy of the dragon, which was free to kill me. It slowly walked towards me, relishing in how I could do nothing as it continued its slow walk towards me. It came to my head and then it slowly started to lower its head. I mentally said," Goodbye Annabeth, Goodbye Mark." When suddenly, a new surge of determination swept over me. I would not die, not while I could still fight, I would not leave my loved ones to suffer the wickedness of this world alone. No I would fight! I would conquer this stupid beast and fulfill this stupid prophesy.
Even If I died, I would take this stupid beast with me. I grabbed the tree and attempted to lift it. Unfortunately, it was too heavy. This is it then. As its neck lowered, I thought, how would Nico get out of this? He was the most resource full person I knew. What would he do? I know, he would shadow travel, but I can't do that. Oh… wait. Maybe I can, I just have to concentrate. I thought about the destination I wanted to go and suddenly I disappeared and reappeared right in front of the dragon, it stumbled back in surprise. I then formed a massive ball of ice and hurled it at the dragon's head. It smashed into the dragon's head and it immediately fell unconscious. I then flipped it onto its back and then returned to my human form. I walked to where its heart was and drew Riptide.
There we go the fourth chapter of Percy Jackson the Cursed. Please review. I got two thousand, five twenty words, so the least you can do is update. I will try to update every week, but it may come quicker rather than later or vice versa. So I am going to ask a question every week and the first one to get it right wins and I will do a shout out to that person. So who were the Giant Banes of Poseidon, Zeus and Hades? MakaidosTheFirst signing off.