Of Gods and Monsters
written by [offline]Rowan Blackthorn
Evie has always been... different. She's seen weird things, and doesn't know what to make of them; but it all changes when she gets attacked and is helped out of danger by an unlikely savior. (Percy Jackson fan fic)
Last Updated
05/31/21
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I get handed some hazardous weapons
Chapter 13
Jake and I sat on the bank of the lake for a couple minutes in silence, until Jake stood up.
“You need something to take your mind off of this,” he decided. “Let’s go to the weapons shed and find you a weapon, shall we? Probably not a broadsword, that’d be too big for you…”
I stood up, and followed Jake to the weapons shed that was near the arena. We walked in, and I looked around. I had never seen a room filled with as much dangerous objects in my life; it seemed like I could kill myself just by breathing.
“How about this?” asked Jake and picked up a bow. He tried to draw it back, but the bow string barely moved. “That’s way too stiff,” he muttered, and opened a chest that was beneath a rack of swords. I looked around again, doubtful that I would ever be able to use any of this stuff without decapitating myself. A glint of metal under a thick veil of dust caught my eye; I walked over to where I had seen it, and reached out.
I brushed away the dust to reveal a knife, with a blade that was about 13 inches long, in a sheath. The hilt of the knife and the sheath it was in were black with ornate silver patterns on them, and the sheath was attached to a belt. I took the belt off the hook that it was hanging on, and examined it. There were two smaller knives on the belt as well, with 6 inch blades, that had the same designs on them.
I pulled the bigger dagger out of its sheath, and was surprised by the bronze blade. It was in top condition, and there was no other word to describe it other than beautiful. I slid the knife back into its sheath, and checked the other two. Like the bigger one, the blades were well cared for; however, instead of being bronze, both of the blades on the smaller knives were made out of a different metal; it was darker, almost black, and gave off a slight purple light in the gloom of the weapons shed.
“What’s this?” I asked Jake as I turned back to him. He took the belt from my hands and took the daggers out of their sheaths. “This one’s Celestial Bronze,” he said, gesturing at the bigger dagger, and then pointed at the small ones. “And these ones are Stygian Iron. I haven’t seen any weapons made from it for a long time. You think you wanna use these?”
“Yeah,” I said. I felt as if the daggers had been here, waiting for me to come. Jake gave me the belt, and I fastened it around my waist. The Celestial Bronze knife rested on my right hip, and the two smaller daggers were on my left.
“Have you ever used knives or any other weapons before?” Jake asked as we walked out of the shed and into the training arena.
“Nope.” I answered. “But I guess it’s never too late to learn, right?”
“You need something to take your mind off of this,” he decided. “Let’s go to the weapons shed and find you a weapon, shall we? Probably not a broadsword, that’d be too big for you…”
I stood up, and followed Jake to the weapons shed that was near the arena. We walked in, and I looked around. I had never seen a room filled with as much dangerous objects in my life; it seemed like I could kill myself just by breathing.
“How about this?” asked Jake and picked up a bow. He tried to draw it back, but the bow string barely moved. “That’s way too stiff,” he muttered, and opened a chest that was beneath a rack of swords. I looked around again, doubtful that I would ever be able to use any of this stuff without decapitating myself. A glint of metal under a thick veil of dust caught my eye; I walked over to where I had seen it, and reached out.
I brushed away the dust to reveal a knife, with a blade that was about 13 inches long, in a sheath. The hilt of the knife and the sheath it was in were black with ornate silver patterns on them, and the sheath was attached to a belt. I took the belt off the hook that it was hanging on, and examined it. There were two smaller knives on the belt as well, with 6 inch blades, that had the same designs on them.
I pulled the bigger dagger out of its sheath, and was surprised by the bronze blade. It was in top condition, and there was no other word to describe it other than beautiful. I slid the knife back into its sheath, and checked the other two. Like the bigger one, the blades were well cared for; however, instead of being bronze, both of the blades on the smaller knives were made out of a different metal; it was darker, almost black, and gave off a slight purple light in the gloom of the weapons shed.
“What’s this?” I asked Jake as I turned back to him. He took the belt from my hands and took the daggers out of their sheaths. “This one’s Celestial Bronze,” he said, gesturing at the bigger dagger, and then pointed at the small ones. “And these ones are Stygian Iron. I haven’t seen any weapons made from it for a long time. You think you wanna use these?”
“Yeah,” I said. I felt as if the daggers had been here, waiting for me to come. Jake gave me the belt, and I fastened it around my waist. The Celestial Bronze knife rested on my right hip, and the two smaller daggers were on my left.
“Have you ever used knives or any other weapons before?” Jake asked as we walked out of the shed and into the training arena.
“Nope.” I answered. “But I guess it’s never too late to learn, right?”
