I fought through clouds of fear and anger and gave an impish grin" 'sup" I said stupidly waving my left hand. I glanced at the mosaic floor. It was so close! If only. I snapped out of it. He was giving me a weird look, a cross between hate and surprise. I slid under between his legs, my green-blue eyes flashed as i stabbed him in the chest. He gasped in pan and exploded into dust.
I ran for my life. Monsters like him had only one more attack once they died. I ran out the entrance of the volcano while it exploded behind me. I rolled my eyes, it seemed like some kind of cheesey horror movies when the hero runs out watching the enemy building blow up behind him/her.
I slowly raw towards the little aircraft where my friends were waiting. I must have been a sight because they stared a me gawking at the molten lava pooling off of the stump that used to be the volcano. I grinned, " could have gone better!" I patted Oliva's back, " take her away!" the female piglet came to her senses and immediately flew up into the air. Just in time, actually, a large amount of armed fire demons came out of the volcano and attempted to shoot at us. We stayed far above their shooting limit.
As we safely flew across the domain of Zeus, Maia fidgeted and kept staring at the heavens. She didn't like her father as much as anyone did. She was always afraid he would blast her out of the sky. Maia's electric blue eyes were nervous but they soon relaxed as we descended to Camp.
We entered the Mess Hall where Mr, Sir sat, his cowboy hat tipped to be side. He seemed to have been drinking, for he spoke with a steady drawl. I hurried past him trying not to be noticed. That guy bothered me. " Evanza! " he called. I gritted my teeth " it's Esperanza." I corrected rudely. I whipped my long black hair out of my face. " hrmph." I snorted and went into Cabin 3, daughters and sons of Poseidon. I sat n my bunk for a long time. Why did my enemy have to be this guy? It wasn't fair. He kept coming back to life.
The bell rang for dinner in the Mess Hall. I hoped Mr, Sir wasn't still there.
Ill continue when I have time!
"I've got a pocket full of poetry, got a head full of songs, a heart with wings. You couldn't tie me down to anything, and that's enough for me." -Pocket Full of Poetry
5000th post 8/3/13