Greek gods? They were kind of cool, if you managed to forget the fact that one of them was supposedly your parent and (usually) acted nothing like it. Learning that the Greek myths sheād learned about in school were real had been neat. Learning that she was a part of it? Not always so neat.Ā
Take right now, for good measure.Ā
Her fingers fumbled on the hair tie around her wrist, sliding it over and down her hand before grasping it and pulling it back. The only magical weapon that sheād made on her own, the hair tie turned into a small poison dart launcher when snapped once.Ā
She was only a few miles from camp. It was just New York City.Ā
But there was a babyĀ manticoreĀ right in front of her, hissing and spitting and looking like it had every intent of killing her.Ā
(Greek Gods were cool. Greek monsters? Not so much.)Ā
"Come on, come on." The fourteen year old breathed, going for the knife in her boot. The dart had hit theĀ manticoreāsĀ shoulder, but it hadnāt evenĀ stumbled.Ā Sheād have to increase the potency of her poison, but that wasnāt gonna help her now.Ā
Jaylin reached for the knife in her boot, brandishing it towards theĀ manticore.Ā "For fuckās sake," She started to advance on the monster, but a noise behind her caught her attention.
A girl, older than her, tattooed with - well, it wasnāt the strangest symbols sheād ever seen, but she didnāt have time to think about it right now.Ā
"Donāt justĀ standĀ there.āĀ