they tell me think with my head, not that thing in my chest.
[ jason grace x original character ]
[ book three in the daughter of artemis series ]
[ the house of hades ]
STATUS: COMPLETED
[ STARTED: july 13th, 2019 ]
[ FINISHED: october 5th, 2019 ]
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CHAPTER TWELVE [ P E R C Y ]
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PERCY WAS RELIEVED when the demon grandmothers closed in for the kill.
Sure, he was terrified. He didn't like the odds of three against several dozen. But at least he understood fighting. Wandering through the darkness, waiting to be attacked — that had been driving him crazy.
Besides, he and Annabeth had fought together many times. And now they had a Titan on their side.
"Back off." Percy jabbed Riptide at the nearest shriveled hag, but she only sneered.
We are the Arai, said that weird voice-over, like the entire forest was speaking. You cannot destroy us.
Annabeth pressed against his shoulder. "Don't touch them," she warned. "They're the spirits of curses."
"Bob doesn't like curses," Bob decided. The skeleton kitten Small Bob disappeared inside his coveralls. Smart cat.
The Titan swept his broom in a wide arc, forcing the spirits back, but they came in again like the tide.
We serve the bitter and the defeated, said the Arai. We serve the slain who prayed for vengeance with their final breath. We have many curses to share with you.
The firewater in Percy's stomach started crawling up his throat. He wished Tartarus had better beverage options, or maybe a tree that dispensed antacid fruit.
"I appreciate the offer," he said. "But my mom told me not to accept curses from strangers."
The nearest demon lunged. Her claws extended like bony switchblades. Percy cut her in two, but as soon as she vaporized, the sides of his chest flared with pain. He stumbled back, clamping his hand to his rib cage. His fingers came away wet and red.
"Percy, you're bleeding!" Annabeth cried, which was kind of obvious to him at that point. "Oh, Gods, on both sides."
It was true. The left and right hems of his tattered shirt were sticky with blood, as if a javelin had run him through.
Or an arrow . . .
Queasiness almost knocked him over. Vengeance. A curse from the slain.
He flashed back to an encounter in Texas two years ago — a fight with a monstrous rancher who could only be killed if each of his three bodies was cut through simultaneously.
"Geryon," Percy said. "This is how I killed him . . ."
The spirits bared their fangs. More Arai leaped from the black trees, flapping their leathery wings.
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