I burst from the woods, heart pounding, a fierce sense of urgency propelling me forward. Behind me, a monstrous lion gave chase, its hide gleaming like burnished metal. The Nemean lion, a creature of legend feared throughout Greek mythology, bore a furious countenance, its fur soaked with rage.
As the lion closed in, it let out a deafening roar and lunged, crashing into me with tremendous force. I hit the ground, the impact knocking the wind from my lungs. Instinctively, I kicked the lion off with a strength that belied my ten years. "Yeah, I don't think so!" I muttered, adrenaline surging through me.
Swiftly, I sprang to my feet and extended my hand, willing water to respond to my command. A spear of liquid shot forth, poised to strike the lion, but just before impact, the water transformed into chains, ensnaring the beast and pinning it to the ground.
The lion roared in defiance, its powerful muscles straining against the watery restraints. "Ha, gotcha!" I grinned, relishing the thrill of my newfound abilities.
The lion continued to roar, struggling to break free, but my water chains held firm. I focused on the beast, honing in on the rhythm of its blood coursing through its veins. With a clench of my hand, I compelled the blood to spike outward, causing the lion to convulse in pain. Golden dust erupted from its form, leaving behind only its magnificent pelt.
"Wow, I'm actually surprised it worked," I mused, a triumphant smile gracing my face as I made a checkmark in my notebook next to "blood manipulation."
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Deciding to savor the walk home, I strolled leisurely through the woods. I couldn't resist the temptation to climb a sturdy tree, the thick branch becoming my perch. Sitting there, I basked in the satisfaction of conquering a new height. The view before me was nothing short of breathtaking—the lush green canopy, the bustling life of the forest, and the playful dance of light and shadow.
Birds flitted in and out of the branches, and I inhaled deeply, relishing the earthy scent of the forest. With a grin, I jumped down from the branch, enjoying the satisfying crunch of leaves beneath my feet.
Shouldering my backpack, I broke into a run, dashing up rocks and leaping from tree to tree. Laughter bubbled up as I reveled in the beauty of the fall season and the sensation of the wind against my face. Silence enveloped me as I ran, a tranquil contrast to the energetic rush of my sprint.
As I moved through the forest, my thoughts turned to the extraordinary events of the past six years. Ever since I was a child, I had trained relentlessly. Each night, I found myself in the same mystical forest where Adias would push me to my limits until I collapsed from exhaustion.
My nightly routine included a rigorous warm-up—100 pushups, 100 sit-ups, 100 air squats, and a 10-kilometer run. Following that, I delved into hours of historical study before practicing with my powers and honing my swordsmanship skills with a wooden blade. I had questioned the purpose of these dreamlike training sessions, and Adias had provided an explanation.
"What you learn here affects your body more than you can imagine," Adias had told me. His words had proven true as my physique grew leaner and more muscular, my mind quicker, and my dyslexia seemingly vanishing. Eventually, I had decided to forgo traditional schooling and instead focused on researching about my fathers and mastering my abilities.
Over the years, I had pushed myself to the limits, never content with just the basics. I had spent countless hours refining my control, striving for greater speed and power, determined to become as strong as I could.
It was mid-October, and I found myself sitting on a park bench, deep in thought. Lucifer had returned to Tartarus for some reason, and my mom was out on a date with Paul Blowfis. Like in the series he was a real cool dude. I was about to leave when a sudden loud squawk startled me from my thinking. I swiftly turned my gaze to the source of the noise and discovered a black bird lying on the grass, its wing bent at an unnatural angle. The bird appeared to be in agony, and its plumage was entirely black, except for its piercing bright blue eyes.
I rose from the bench and approached the wounded creature with cautious steps. As I drew nearer, the realization dawned upon me that the bird before me was an eagle. Its ebony feathers were striking, and the vivid blue of its eyes was mesmerizing.
"Hold still, little guy," I murmured gently as I reached down to pick up the injured bird.
"Let me go, you stupid human!" the bird squawked, causing me to pause in surprise.
"You can talk?" I asked, my wonder apparent. The bird froze as I carefully placed my hand over its injured wing.
"You can understand me!" the eagle exclaimed with evident excitement.
"Yeah, I guess I can," I replied, still taken aback. I guess I can speak to birds thanks to Zeus? "Now, hold still so I can heal you." With focused intent, I drew the water around me, channeling its power into the eagle's wounded wing. I concentrated on mending the injury, coaxing the bones back into their proper alignment and helping the feathers regrow.
"Mighty winds! My wing is healed!" The eagle squawked with gratitude and amazement as I completed the healing process. I opened my eyes and smiled at the transformed bird.
"Hey, it's no problem at all. I'm glad I could help," I replied, gently placing the bird back on the grass. "Anyway, I've got to go; it's getting late."
"Okay, well, I'm coming with you," the eagle declared, taking flight and landing on my shoulder.
"No, you're not. I already have a dog, I don't want another pet." I grumbled, my patience waning. "Especially not an eagle. People would go crazy about having the national bird of America as a pet."
"Eagle?" The bird tilted its head, perplexed. "I'm no eagle! I am a pure-blooded Thunder-bird!"
"Yeah, right. Thunder-birds have six wings and are huge being white and gold.," I chuckled, intrigued by this unusual encounter. "Regardless, you have two wings and you are black, besides I'm still not keeping you."
"Start walking, Boss!" the bird squawked, ignoring me and pointing a wing toward the city.
"My name is Perseus, not Boss," I retorted.
"Let's go, Boss Perseus!" the bird responded with an air of defiance.
"I'm not keeping you," I protested.
"Yes, you are. You healed me so my life is yours, I now serve you!" the bird declared, his tone unyielding.
"I don't even know your name," I muttered, growing increasingly exasperated.
"Don't have one," the so-called Thunder-bird shrugged, or at least made a motion that resembled a shrug.
"How about Corvus?" I suggested as I began to walk out of the park.
"Hey, you named me, and now we're bonded for life. And by ancient laws, naming a magical creature causes them to become your familiar!" Corvus quipped, his tone playful as if he were laughing.
"You tricked me, you damn bird!" I grumbled, not entirely hiding my amusement. "And can't you fly? Why are you just sitting on my shoulder?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Boss!" Corvus replied with a mischievous glint in his bright blue eyes.
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The Lightning Theif
FanfictionI was a soldier who died in World War 3, and expecting to finally rest I didn't expect to meet the ones who govern the world, the are granting me a new life and who am I to say no when I get wishes? This story is an inspiration from The Conqueror, G...
