Chapter 7: Fight or Flight

"Damn it," Tacitus as he looked at the silver streaks surrounding us.

"The hunters have caught up to us. Great!" Westenra started to gleam black just like it always before a battle starts.

"Hunters?" Zoe asked.

"Stay back," My eyes stared into a true immortal's eyes (A/N Artemis for those who are wondering.)

They gleamed with disgust at the sight of Tacitus and me with a girl. No time to think Forge, eh? The voice talked to me. I shook my head and readied a teleport spell. The hunters started shooting at us. Tacitus pressed his back against mine and we started to attack. Zoë saw an opening and run into a bush and hid, Tacitus and I fought like demons. We were careful not to kill any of the hunters but we knocked them down hard enough so that they won't wake up for a week. As we knocked out half of the hunters I used my teleport spell.

We arrived at the outskirts of Athens. I fainted almost immediately. (A/N The teleport used in the last chapter was a Chaos power. The one used now is a spell they learnt.) I awoke to the sound of the bow being shot. I smiled. I developed a close connection to Zoë. I don't know why but the sight of here makes my heart run laps around my chest. I won't tell Tacitus because he will tease me constantly. Young love, what a beautiful sight. The voice spoke to me again but this time more teasingly.

I shook my head and opened my eyes. We were in a cave. I looked outside and I saw a lush forest. I quickly found my bag and rummaged inside it and pulled out some nectar and ambrosia. I felt the drain of energy of such a large request. I mixed the ambrosia and nectar together and drank it. Apparently demigods can't have such a strong mixture or they will die and burn up. But Tacitus and I were prime demigods, twins of Chaos. I pulled out a book from Tacitus' bag and read it. It was an encyclopaedia of all the healing herbs. It was very helpful.

I heard Tacitus returning with a huge deer over his shoulders. He started to skin it and cut it in strips.

"Tacitus, we can't keep on using teleport spells. It will take huge toll on us. We are lucky because we share our power. But that will alert the Olympians how powerful we are." I spoke over my book.

"I know. That's why I went hunting to see how much energy track we have around. It's too much. Its good the Olympians are ignorant and arrogant." Tacitus looked at the ceiling of the cave.

I put away the book and grabbed Westenra. The blade of the battle-axe gleamed wildly in the sunlight. I walked over to Zoë who was practicing her archery skills. They were very good but her posture was off. I could see this even though Tacitus and I don't use bows. It is good to learn all types of weapons.

I grabbed a throwing dagger and readied it. I threw it to the target Zoë was practising on. Dead centre. Zoë looked at me wide eyed.

"How?" She asked me perplexed.

"Practice. Get out your daggers." I demanded from her.

She stared at me for a while and got her daggers and readied herself.I threw Westenra to ground and summoned Celestial. I can only use Celestial for practice not for battle. Zoë rushed at me stabbing at me. I blocked the attacks and returned some. I pushed her further and further until she dropped in exhaustion. I never would've pushed her this pushed her this far but she needed this training. Tacitus and I can't keep on protecting her.

I carried her back. Tacitus raised an eyebrow but nodded in acceptance. I laid her down in a make shift bed. I walked back to Tacitus. "We can't keep on running." I spoke in a hushed tone.

"I know. Still why did you push her that far makes it difficult to run away." Tacitus asked.

"It's easy to teleport, harder to protect a person." I replied.

"Good job, anyway what are we going to do now. All we know is that running away is not going to solve anything and we need to do something with our lives. A purpose to drive us forward."

"We're hunting Chaos. Aren't we?"

"Damn it Forge! That's when we were younger, when we were naïve. Think about it practically. Two prime demigods, or one technically, fighting a Primordial that can create or destroy anything. He could just snap his fingers and we'd disappear." Tacitus ranted.

I felt a sharp projectile flying at our direction. An arrow. I tackled Tacitus down and heard the thud of an arrow on wood. My head whipped around to the direction. It was Zoë but with silver eyes. Pure silver eyes that could only mean one thing. Artemis has possessed her. Fight or flight. Eh, Forge? Pick one. One leads to freedom and the other leads to satisfying a god's perspective on you. The voice emphasised the god like it was trying to indicate something.

One thing I knew I was going to do.

Fight and stop running away.