2. My life is turned upside down
I did the only thing that came to my mind as the drakon lunged. I swung the battle axe with all my might. With the size of the drakon, I imagined that it would have trouble moving and it would be chopped into reptile chow.
The axe hit the drakon alright, but it rebounded off with a chink! The drakon flew towards the window of the bus and burst through with inhuman, er. . . inreptilian speed. I ran towards the exit of the bus, and leaped outside. The summer heat of South Florida beamed down on me. I felt like I was in a furnace.
The drakon looped around the bus and charged me. From my back, I heard Colt yell, "Go for his eyes!"
"What do you mean, the eyes?"
I understood right as the drakon was mere feet from me. Time slowed down. I felt as if I could see—no not see— feel where the drakon was heading. I jumped and front-flipped over it's head and landed on it's scaly back.
"Wow! Vince! I didn't know you could do that!" yelled Colt.
"I didn't either! Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!"
I screamed back as the drakon reared. If I hadn't wrapped my arms around the drakon's head, I would have ended up a pancake on the boiling street. Oh, and to add to this, all the students and the bus driver were out of the bus staring at me. Kyle was among them.
"Hey! Vince! Get off the stupid kite!" yelled Kyle.
I hollered viciously, "KITE! Kyle! Your brain must be so small that you can't see the giant drak—"
"Shut up Vince. . ." murmured Colt through his teeth.
I didn't understand why Colt defended Kyle even when he makes fun and teases him every day. But, since Colt had given me that transforming battle-ax, I didn't question him. I got the double battle-ax, and hit the drakon in the eye with the butt of the axe.
The spotlight that previously glowed in its eye went dark. Suddenly, the battle-ax flew out of my hands and into the canal on 8th Street.
"No! Colt! Now what do I do-o-o—aahhh!"
That was the sound of me flying off the drakon's back, and was accompanied with a satisfying crunch! That crunch was the sound of me crashing onto the side walk.
"Ouch-h-h!", I yelled in agony.
Pain shot up my back. I felt as if my spine had been torn into pieces and put together again clumsily.
Colt limped over with his crutches and crouched down. He reached into his back and pulled out a Ziploc with some little squares inside.
"Colt, it isn't time for a snack! Help me take do—gulp!"
He put the little square in my mouth and made me chew it. I thought it would taste bad like most medicines, but it had a burning sensation and it tasted like my favorite food, apple pie, burritos, and potato chips. It may sound disgusting, but believe it or not, the combination tasted very good.
Immediately, it felt as if my spine had been put together like it was supposed to be. The exhaustion the throw had caused me disappeared and I felt better. I actually felt better than before. The drakon roared.
"Come back and fight half-blood! You coward!"
"Oh, shut up cone face! Colt, what did you give me?"
"I'll explain later, but follow me." He shivered nervously like he'd seen a ghost.
I stood up, feeling better than ever. He took me to the bus and we went in. We stood there in the bus doing nothing, and I was about to ask him what we were doing, but then he pointed up.
"There, take off the cover of those lights," he said, pointing at a light fixture.
I stood up on the seats and did as he said. And there it was. The lightbulb—er, my lightbulb was screwed into the lights. I unscrewed it.
"How did it get there?" I asked Colt.
"The lightbulb always appears at the nearest source of light, it could be a lamp, a chandelier, a gas lamp, anything! Just not the sun, obviously," he replied.
I walked out of the bus. The drakon charged me again. Apparently the giant serpent didn't understand that was why one of his eyes was knocked out. I tried to do the same maneuver as before. It worked, but the drakon folded it's body. I barely was able to land on it's back. I ended up on it's tail, about ten feet from it's other eye.
Believe me, hanging on for dear life on the tail of a drakon flying at 60 miles per hour in front of all of 8th Street isn't exactly my idea of fun. I climbed up the drakon's body, scale by scale. When I finally made it to the drakon's head, I realized it was too late. It was about to attack the other cars that were backed up behind us. I couldn't just let it hurt all those innocent people. I felt a surge of anger pass through me. I realized that if the scales had some metal material in them, I could electrocute the flying serpent.
My legs wrapped around the drakon and I raised my hands which wouldn't have been the smartest thing to do in this situation, but it just felt right.
I yelled to the heavens, "Dias, dose mou dynami!"
I understood this as, "Zeus, give me power!" I had no idea why I would yell this, but it just felt right, and it also didn't feel like I said it. It felt like the phrase was pulled out of me. My hands started vibrating, like a deep humming. The air around me crackled with power and electricity.
The drakon cried, "No! How could you do—"
I struck down. The drakon immediately started flying lower and lower until it crash-landed on the ground, creating a sound like nails scratching a chalkboard. I dismounted off of the serpent, and all was left was a metal-looking skeleton. I peeked inside and saw a glinting green thing. Colt walked up to me, ignoring the freaked-out looks of the students.
"Vince, grab it, it's a spoil of war and you killed the drakon."
"Umm. . . ok."
I went in a grabbed it. The thing looked like a breastplate from pictures of medieval weaponry.
I wondered out loud, "So Colt, now what?
"Now we go to camp."
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