Harry Is A Stalker
Harry has been wandering the streets of Denver for the past few hours unsure of what to do. He was sick of being treated the way he had been, he wanted peace and quiet for just a few days. He was done with questing and he was done with being a demigod. He tried, and it failed.
…But, even if the other demigods had treated him poorly, he had a feeling they would need his help. Gods only knew how helpless they would be without him.
Harry had his back flat against the wall next to the diner’s window. The window was slightly open so he could hear Ares and the others quite clearly. He wanted them to go to a waterpark to get some stuff he had left behind on a date? Obvious trap.
The others didn’t seem to see this as they agreed in exchange for information. Harry was clearly correct in his assumption, they absolutely needed him.
Harry watched as they entered the waterpark with trepidation, they were not being as careful as they should have. Firstly, they stole clothes as if they were children of Hermes, Harry couldn’t help but snort at this.
They wouldn’t last a week on the streets if this was how uncaring they were. They were demigods for Olympus’ sake, they should be able to sense when someone is following them but apparently not.
He had been following closely behind them when Annabeth and Percy had gone to fetch the scarf and shield from the little boat. His instincts were buzzing lightly in the back of his head but he wrote it off as leftover divine residue. His instincts always got this way when he was around something divine that he couldn’t trust and if Ares was here…It was plausible.
"There's a Greek letter carved here," she said. "Eta. I wonder …”
Eta? Didn’t that mean H? Harry pondered this and his eyes widened with realization. H for Hephaestus, wasn’t that Aphrodite’s husband who kept trying to catch her and Ares in the act? Fuck.
Harry rushed forward but it was too late. They had lifted the shield which triggered the trap.
Annabeth and Percy startled as the boat began to pick up pace, soaring down the tunnel.
They’re royally screwed. Harry groaned and ran past Grover; into the tunnel. It was dimly lit by floating hearts and cupids but he could see there was a slim path on the left side of the river, it was narrow but he could still run it if he was careful.
Harry raced down the path, he could sense his eyes and hair starting to gain their silver aspects as he tugged on the feeling in the back of his brain. He was starting to gain on the boat and could see that up ahead there was what looked like a giant pool with cameras and…were those mechanical spiders? What the fuck.
There was a loudspeaker counting down from twenty which caused Harry to curse. Did Hephaestus develop brain damage from his tumble down the hill?!
They were both screaming but Harry paid it no attention, he needed to focus if this was going to work.
He reached the end of the path just as the speakers said something about going live to Olympus.
He pulled his bow from off his back and notched a silver arrow as he pulled the string back. His eyesight sharpened and his other senses heightened. He could see everything in perfect detail.
Harry’s eyes scanned the boat for the propellers or an engine. He could see a small spinning propeller just beneath the water and aimed his arrow. It would have to be perfectly timed, otherwise the boat would crash. Harry took a deep breath and released the arrow.
It soared through the air and into the water with perfect accuracy, trapping itself between two of the blades. A large screech filled the air alongside Annabeth and Percy’s frantic planning.
Harry grinned sharply when after 30 seconds the boat slowed to a smooth stop just in front of where he stood. He held out his hands to help them out of the boat but they simply stared at him in shock.
“You- You said you wouldn’t help anymore?” Percy’s eyes were wide with confusion and surprise.
Harry rolled his eyes. “And look at where that led you. I’ve been following you guys for the past hour or so to make sure you don’t screw up and die,” Harry pulled them out of the boat. Grover finally found the button that opened the electric gate and the three of them walked out.
Percy stopped short and turned back around with a bow. “Shows over,” He yelled. “Thank you! Goodnight!”
At this, the camera shut off and the area went dark.
ON OLYMPUS
Zeus stormed into the throne room with a face of annoyance. “Who summoned the council?” He said as he sat atop his throne.
Hephaestus cleared his throat. “I did. It appears one of my traps has been triggered,” He looked over at the seated forms of Aphrodite and Ares with confusion.
Zeus nodded and explained the summons to the rest of the council who had only just appeared. Most looked gleeful.
There wasn’t a lot of entertainment for the Gods so they took what they could get.
The HTV in the middle of the throne room lit up and the gods turned their attention to the scene. It was the waterpark trap that Hephaestus had worked quite hard on, it was disappointing that it was being wasted on measly demigods.
There were two in the boat itself, one who could only be a child of Athena and one who was certainly Uncle P’s kid. What intrigued most of the gods was the child running beside them.
He was a short boy with a lithe body. His eyes were glowing silver and his hair had streaks of the very same color running through it. What was most interesting was how fast the child was running. They had never seen a demigod run so fast, even Hermes’ kids could only dream of being so fast. The boy sped past the boat and ran until he was at the end of the path.
The boy quickly drew his bow and pulled back the string, a silver arrow was notched and ready. The gods looked on as the boy’s eyes zeroed in on the boat. It was an admirable job but there was no chance the boy could stop one of Hephaestus’s traps with just an arrow.
He took a deep breath and released the arrow. Apollo leaned forward in his seat as the arrow sailed through the air and into the water. It appeared to have hit directly between two of the blades.
All jaws in the room dropped at the display. Even Artemis looked shocked and she was know for being hard to impress.
“An impressive shot,” She murmured.
Apollo frowned. “He isn’t one of mine, whose is he?”
The gods all looked at each other but none appeared to have an answer.
“It must be a minor god,” Dionysus commented, never taking his eyes off his magazine.
Zeus shook his head. “No minor demigod could be so powerful.”
Artemis was staring at the boy intently.
Could it be?
No, he is dead. There is no point in trying to convince yourself otherwise. You felt the boy ripped from this plane.