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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Don't test the Fates
Chapter 38
We decided to move on through the Labyrinth, just in case something else had been attracted to the noise of the birds or something. Jake had twisted his ankle slightly, and all three of us were covered in scratches, but ambrosia helped with that. Cress told me that ambrosia tasted different for everyone, usually like their favourite food; which I guess was true, because mine tasted like the cheesecake that my mom and I would get sometimes from a little bakery close to our house. The bakery was still open, but the few times I tried the cake since my mom died, it hadn’t tasted the same. The ambrosia had that same feel; it tasted fine, but there was something missing.
As we walked, we discussed ideas for whose trial this could have been.
“Probably Ares,” said Cress. “He’d like it if we fought a monster, especially a flock of monsters.”
“But Hercules had to do the same thing,” I argued. “It could be Hera, giving us the same task that she watched the demigod she didn’t like do. Or Apollo, because he was the one that decided on what trials to give Hercules in the first place.”
“Really?” asked Cress, frowning. “Well I never knew that.” She paused. “You know, I don’t really think it’s Ares. Those birds were pretty easy to kill, and I doubt he’d send us something that easy. There are much worse monsters out there.”
“That sounds reasonable,” I shrug. “But I’m not sure about whether it’s Hera or Apollo. Could be both.”
“Put question marks next to their names in your sketchbook,” suggested Jake.
I did that, looking at the other 8 names unmarked on the page. “We still have 9 trials left,” I said. “I hope all of them will be as easy as this one.”
Looking back, I realize that that was the worst thing I possibly could’ve said. Number one rule of a demigod: never test the Fates. If you do, they’ll always react, and usually in a bad way.
The tunnel we were following opened into a vast cavern that looked something like an arena. A voice rang out: “Welcome, welcome! Welcome to the place of your worst fears!”
As we walked, we discussed ideas for whose trial this could have been.
“Probably Ares,” said Cress. “He’d like it if we fought a monster, especially a flock of monsters.”
“But Hercules had to do the same thing,” I argued. “It could be Hera, giving us the same task that she watched the demigod she didn’t like do. Or Apollo, because he was the one that decided on what trials to give Hercules in the first place.”
“Really?” asked Cress, frowning. “Well I never knew that.” She paused. “You know, I don’t really think it’s Ares. Those birds were pretty easy to kill, and I doubt he’d send us something that easy. There are much worse monsters out there.”
“That sounds reasonable,” I shrug. “But I’m not sure about whether it’s Hera or Apollo. Could be both.”
“Put question marks next to their names in your sketchbook,” suggested Jake.
I did that, looking at the other 8 names unmarked on the page. “We still have 9 trials left,” I said. “I hope all of them will be as easy as this one.”
Looking back, I realize that that was the worst thing I possibly could’ve said. Number one rule of a demigod: never test the Fates. If you do, they’ll always react, and usually in a bad way.
The tunnel we were following opened into a vast cavern that looked something like an arena. A voice rang out: “Welcome, welcome! Welcome to the place of your worst fears!”
