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"fuck!"
That was all Malcolm could say about the situation they were in, surrounded by monsters on all sides in a forest with two kids, a satyr, and a wounded demigod. All things considered, "fuck" is a good description of how they will be unless he can find a solution for this problem.
He thought back on how this was supposed to be a rescue mission: kill a few monsters, pick up a couple of kids, and then return to camp. easy right? Well, it had been easy until about the picking up the kids part. From there, it all went to Hades, ambushed and pursued by monsters at every turn.
Frankly, they could have managed to escape if only Francis, the son of Hermes, who came with him on this mission, hadn't been wounded. Unfortunately, he was wounded badly, so Malcolm was left standing over the downed demigod to try to protect him, the kids, and the satyr huddling against a tree.
Malcolm sent a prayer to his mother, the goddess Athena, for any help, and braced himself for what looked to be his last fight.
And as he got ready to fight, he saw something fall and drop on one of the cyclops present. He couldn't make out what it was—a branch, he thought—but then the cyclops groaned and turned to dust. Malcolm gaped at that, but he was unable to figure out what happened when, somewhere on his left, a dracaena also exploded into golden dust.
And as the monsters surrounding them finally noticed the disturbance around them, Malcolm finally saw the cause of it.
He saw warriors—two armored warriors armed with swords—running through the assembled monsters with practiced ease. In minutes, all the monsters were reduced to dust, as if they didn't pose any challenge to the two warriors, who were clearly demigods. demigods with skills to match some of the very best camp has to offer
Malcolm thought that reinforcements were sent to them, but quickly dismissed that idea. They never contacted the camp to ask for such help. and a closer look at the armor of the two showed that they were not from camp. He thought that maybe they were from Camp Jupiter, but that was also unlikely.
As Malcolm was pondering all this in his head, one of the warriors finally stepped to them, the smaller one.
approached them slowly, taking care not to appear hostile, which Malcolm appreciated, while the bigger one, the one who jumped down from the tree, Malcolm figured, followed behind. He can feel someone's eye on them.
After a few steps, the bigger one suddenly stopped. Malcolm wondered what happened when he felt a sense of danger coming from that one. Malcolm gripped his sword tight in his hands as he got ready to defend in case an attack came their way.
Suddenly, the smaller one went and placed a hand on the bigger warrior's arms, and Malcolm let out a breath as the tension disappeared. With the bigger warrior now calm, Malcolm finally asked the first thing that came to his mind.
"Who are you?"
Did Malcolm think to thank them for their help? yes. Did he think there were better things to ask? absolutely! Was Malcolm thinking clearly? maybe not
While Malcolm was kicking himself inside for such an idiotic question, the two warriors looked to one another, having a silent conversation that reminded Malcolm of his sister and one other person.
Suddenly, the bigger one nodded, and facing Malcolm and his group, an apparent understanding had been reached.
Malcolm watched as the warriors sheathed their swords. Then the smaller warrior lifted her hands to her helm, removing them as Malcolm watched, the other warrior following suit.
And as the warrior's face was revealed, Malcolm found himself disbelieving his eyes.
Malcolm stared at the two warriors, mouths open, as he fought his mind to calm himself.
He briefly registered in his mind that the smaller warrior was none other than Hazel Levesque. who has been missing for 7 years. The other warrior's reveal, however, halted all thoughts in Malcolm's brain.
Just as he was succeeding in restarting his malfunctioning mind, he heard the bigger warrior speak with a voice that Malcolm never thought he would ever hear again.
"Hey Malcolm, it's been a while."
said the voice of one Percy Jackson, hero and twice-savior of Olympus,
The missing son of the sea god