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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Stygian Iron
Chapter 16
Ben flinched away from the dagger as it struck the wood, and it stayed there, quivering. I stared at the Stygian Iron blade. I don’t know how long we were there, but Cress was the one to break the silence.
“Well,” she said, a grin beginning to appear on her face. “That was impressive.”
Jake looked at me. “I thought you said you never trained with knives before,” he said with a slight frown. “How did you just do that?”
I’m not proud to say that I freaked out then, and ran out of the arena. As I ran past my dagger, still impaled in the wood, some instinct made me reach my hand out. The knife flew out of the wood and into my hand, and I slipped it into its sheath on my waist.
“Evie!” called Jake as I passed through the doorway, but I didn’t stop. I ran to the woods, and went as far from the training arena as I could; then, I found a nice maple tree and climbed up to nearly the top. For some reason, being high above the ground had always helped me focus and clear my head of all those unnecessary thoughts.
So it turned out that not only was I a child of Death, but I also somehow knew how to throw knives. I also had a hunch that I would be able to use the Celestial Bronze dagger with the same ease that Cress had when she used her katanas, or when Jake used his sword. And not only that, but it’s almost like I can control the Stygian Iron in the daggers as well. If that wasn’t a dead giveaway that something was off about me, then I don’t even know what would be.
I don’t know how long I was up in the tree, but at some point, Jake and Cress came, calling my name. I jumped down from the tree and stood there awkwardly, not sure what to say.
“Evie! There you are!” said Cress, then joked, “We thought one of the monsters had gotten you.”
Jake looked at me, his eyes keen. “I pity any monster who gets near those blades,” he noticed, nodding at my new daggers. “She sure knows how to use them.”
“I don’t know,” I finally said. “Maybe it was just adrenaline.”
“Yeah. Maybe,” said Jake, although his eyes told me that he was certain it was because of another reason, most likely my abnormal ancestry. Cress looked between us, like she knew there was something we weren’t telling her; but she didn’t ask.
“Well,” she said, a grin beginning to appear on her face. “That was impressive.”
Jake looked at me. “I thought you said you never trained with knives before,” he said with a slight frown. “How did you just do that?”
I’m not proud to say that I freaked out then, and ran out of the arena. As I ran past my dagger, still impaled in the wood, some instinct made me reach my hand out. The knife flew out of the wood and into my hand, and I slipped it into its sheath on my waist.
“Evie!” called Jake as I passed through the doorway, but I didn’t stop. I ran to the woods, and went as far from the training arena as I could; then, I found a nice maple tree and climbed up to nearly the top. For some reason, being high above the ground had always helped me focus and clear my head of all those unnecessary thoughts.
So it turned out that not only was I a child of Death, but I also somehow knew how to throw knives. I also had a hunch that I would be able to use the Celestial Bronze dagger with the same ease that Cress had when she used her katanas, or when Jake used his sword. And not only that, but it’s almost like I can control the Stygian Iron in the daggers as well. If that wasn’t a dead giveaway that something was off about me, then I don’t even know what would be.
I don’t know how long I was up in the tree, but at some point, Jake and Cress came, calling my name. I jumped down from the tree and stood there awkwardly, not sure what to say.
“Evie! There you are!” said Cress, then joked, “We thought one of the monsters had gotten you.”
Jake looked at me, his eyes keen. “I pity any monster who gets near those blades,” he noticed, nodding at my new daggers. “She sure knows how to use them.”
“I don’t know,” I finally said. “Maybe it was just adrenaline.”
“Yeah. Maybe,” said Jake, although his eyes told me that he was certain it was because of another reason, most likely my abnormal ancestry. Cress looked between us, like she knew there was something we weren’t telling her; but she didn’t ask.
