-cringes-
Don't kill meh!
I've just had a bit of writer's block. This is unbetaed because I just wanted to get it out, since I had left you waiting for so long.
Sorry...
The camp was in chaos. Trees and cabins burned, people screamed, and there was a constant smashing noise, and an awful angry bellow that made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.
We scrambled from the wrecked dining pavilion to equip ourselves with something, anything that could be used to fight. A sword was thrust into my hand as I ran to my cabin, and I looked up, seeing the red light reflect off of Giac's eyes.
Everyone was running everywhere; campers, satyrs, dryads and other unidentified people. Chiron was trying to marshal a force, but they kept running around, terrified and panicking. We ran towards the bright light, with some others, and came forward onto a scene of devastation. A ring of absolute incineration stood, half of the Big House gone, and the strawberry fields on fire. In the middle stood one man, glowing with ethereal light.
"Hyperion!" said a voice from behind me, followed by a curse. I turned around and saw Nico, closely followed by Annabeth.
"You mean the light Titan?" I asked, awed and absolutely terrified.
"Yeah, that guy," said Annabeth, looking around anxiously. "Has anyone seen Perc—"
"Duck," screeched Giac, his voice an octave higher than usual. We flattened ourselves to the ground as a huge ball of flame hurtled towards us, smashing down trees behind us and setting them alight.
"Thalia's tree!" Annabeth screamed, looking in horror at the tree on the crest of the hill. The dragon whined and roared around it, before Hyperion picked up a huge tree, set it alight, and threw it at Peleus. It caught him in the head mid roar, silencing him and throwing him down the hill. More campers screamed as Hyperion conjured up a huge ball of fire, and sent it spinning towards the tree.
Not knowing quite how I did it, I felt a tug in my gut and behind me saw the lake ripple and then surge upwards into the air, smashing forwards with a roar. It caught the fireball, extinguishing it instantly, and flowed like a tsunami towards Hyperion, dousing fires as it went.
With a roar of fury, Hyperion was swept up into it, head disappearing below the surface. I prayed he was defeated, but a massive cloud of steam erupted from the middle of the water, and Hyperion burst out, blazing with light. He strode over to the tree and touched it. It blew apart, turning into ash that was swept away in the wind. The spell was broken and the magical borders that had protected the camp for so long were destroyed.
Immediately an awful howling reverberated around the valley. Dark, fuzzy shapes appeared around the camp. Monsters. It had all been a trap.
Campers and other assorted entities swarmed to the borders, destroying the monsters as they attacked. I saw a satyr bash a hell hound on the head with a set of reed pipes.
We stood up and ran down the slop to near where Hyperion stood. He bellowed out in fury as we reached him, and turned his back from us.
"You want some of this, oldie?" yelled a familiar voice from behind Hyperion's leg.
Annabeth spared a moment to roll her eyes. "Always the hero," she said, before we ran down, Nico, Annabeth, Giac and I, to where Percy stood, Riptide glowing in his hand.
"Puny son of Poseidon," he rumbled, facing Percy. "You beat me one, but you shall be no match for me this time."
"We'll see about that," Percy said, and the wind started to howl, gaining momentum and speed as loose objects were swept into it.
Rain began to fall, and that too was sucked into the hurricane, buffeting Hyperion with ever blast.
Jakob...
The voice made me jump, for it wasn't spoken, but rather reverberated in my mind.
Uh, yeah? I thought, wondering if I was going crazy.
You aren't crazy. Much, the voice had a sarcastic tone. I frowned. If I was going crazy, why couldn't the voices at least be nice to me? Then it started again. Lend your power to the hurricane, the voice said. I defeated Hyperion before, but he is aware of my powers now.
Ah, so the voice was Percy. I concentrated as he said, and lent my power to the hurricane. Faster and stronger it swirled, gaining more and more momentum and debris. It buffeted Hyperion back, back out of camp borders.
Hyperion tried to hold on, but slowly, oh so slowly, he started to be picked up by the hurricane. Finally, Hyperion left the ground and was sucked in and up, a glob of blinding golden light swirling around in a dark vortex.
Geysers erupted around us, in a perfect circle, twisting towards the vortex as it became more water then air. Droplets sprayed out over the fields as the tornado became bigger and bigger.
I felt it move, and the hurricane flew into the sky, becoming smaller and smaller as it got higher and higher.
It disappeared, and somehow I knew that it had left the atmosphere.
Percy collapsed onto the ground in the middle of the damp and blackened ground. Annabeth immediately ran forward to his side, kneeling over next to his head. Small battles still surrounded us, but the most immediate danger was gone, and the campers had managed to form a sort of attack force, marching steadily against the monsters and holding their lines.
We arrived next to Percy's limp form, which lay sprawled on the ground in a very good imitation of death.
"Is he...?" Nico asked, unable to form the word that we all feared was true.
Ow...
The thought was faint.
Percy...? I asked. Well, thought, but you get the idea.
"I'm hearing voices," I said, out loud. Admittedly, this wasn't the time, but I figured it was only going to get worse.
"That's wonderful," said Annabeth, cradling Percy's head. He was breathing, his chest rising and falling under his sodden shirt.
"It was Percy," I said.
Time to return to the land of the living, brother.
He came back soon after that, opening his eyes to find himself staring up at Annabeth.
"If this is how I wake up all the time, I should faint from exhaustion more often," he said.
She frowned and shoved him off her lap. "Next time do us a favour and don't taking on a Titan, Seaweed Brain," she said, disdain evident in her voice.
"Hey, it wasn't all me," he protested from the ground. "Jakob helped."
Three pairs of eyes turned to stare at me.
"What?" I asked. "We saved camp, didn't we?"
Behind us another cabin exploded.
"...Apart from that."
"The question is, though, how are you not on the ground fainted along with Percy?" Giac mused.
"Well, it was his hurricane, so I guess he was the one who did most of the work...?" It trailed off into a question.
"Hmmm."
A slow clapping sound reverberated through the area. We turned around, Percy hastily wobbling to his feet, using Nico as a crutch—Nico didn't seem to happy about it—as a youth stepped out of the tree line behind us.
He was tall, with long blond hair and icicle blue eyes. Not handsome, exactly; more commanding.
"Who are you?" Annabeth asked.
He clapped his hands together, once. The sharp sound echoed around. "My name isn't important," he said. "Though you will know it soon enough. What is important is that that buffoon Hyperion failed once again."
Buffoon? A Titan? Who is this guy?
"But, whatever. The point is, you aren't escaping me." He grinned, sharp white teeth glinting in the moonlight. He clapped his hands together once more, and wind started to whirl around. It buffeted faster and faster, much more powerful than anything we could create. My feet started to pick up off the ground, and I fisted a bunch of Nico's black shirt, as I started to gain height.
"AROOOOOOFFF." The sound, so out of place in the atmosphere—both mental and physical—reverberated into my senses. At once the wind stopped.
We touched back down onto the ground, wondering why we were suddenly saved. The answer was immediately obvious. Only black clothed legs could be seen underneath the giant black hellhound which was perched on top of our mysterious assailant.
"ARRRROOOOF." It was Mrs O'Leary.
"Get off of me, you daft dog!" the boy yelled from underneath her.
"WOOOOOOOOF," she barked happily, pleased with her new toy. The bark was suddenly turned into a whine as she was shoved off, flying into the air and landing fifty meters away. She wasn't moving.
He wiped his face. Long strings of dog drool trailed from his hands.
"Argh! I hate you people," he spat with venom, flicking his finger at us.
A very powerful force picked us up and hurled us into the air, along with stones, boulders, trees and everything else in the path. Whoever this guy was, he was strong.
That was my last thought before a rock hit me on the temple and I blacked out.
Soooooo.
Heh. Uh, ignore the updating schedule.
–throws schedule out the window-
So, here's the deal. I get thirty reviews, and I shall update twice, with a two thousand word chapter each.
Jakob: -hanging on the edge of seat- I wanna know what happened!
The author: Heh. Too bad. You'll have to wait until the update. You know, I can make you do everything I want.
Jakob: Well, I find that a little hard—
The author: Don't push me.
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