Page 131 of Zeus' Spark
I’m not stupid enough to hit the hag with my whip during a rainstorm. I learned my lesson with electricity and water.
“Die, bitch,” I scream.
I direct the lightning in the sky to strike the disgusting hag. She shrieks as a million volts pass through her monstrous form.
The fog clears completely, but there’s no sign of Raven or the guys, and I’m in a place I’m not familiar with.
How far did I run when the fog surrounded me? Nothing is familiar here. Shit. How far away from the valley am I?
Tall trees surround me. The rocky ground has changed to packed dirt and shrubs. Am I going into the valley?
The ground in front of me slopes down, so I guess I’m going in the right direction.
Plants snake out beneath my feet, making me stumble as I go down the side of the damn mountain.
Why are the plant spirits attacking me? I’m not here to hurt them.
“Stop it,” I mumble. “I’m here to help.”
The shrubs and underbrush clear a small path.
“Thanks,” I say as I continue forward.
There isn’t much of anything but trees to cover me. Luckily, that means monsters can’t sneak up on me either.
Most monsters aren’t smart enough to sneak up on me anyway. It’s not their style. They would just as soon kill than hide.
A roar crashes through the space from the cliffs at the top of the valley. The majority of the monsters must not know that we ran. They followed our scents up the mountain.
Idiots.
I duck behind a tree as a centaur and another monster come crashing down the hill. I wish I knew where the others were.
I stare at the large man with a body of a horse and the torso and head of a man. If any monster were intelligent, it would be a damn centaur or the sphynx.
Shit. Keep an eye out for the damn sphynx. That bitch is legit crazy and out for my blood.
The centaur sniffs the air, and eerie silver eyes turn in my direction. He tilts his head to the side and shakes it almost imperceptibly before calling out to the other monster and leading it away.
What the fuck? Is the centaur not a monster brought back by whoever is doing this? If I ever get out of this, I need to read up on them more.
The trek down the side of the mountain into the valley is torturously slow because I keep having to hide from different crazy-ass monsters.
I would much rather hide than give away my location as I try to get past them. The valley below is almost empty except for a couple Empusas.
The shapeshifting evil spirits stand in their true forms with one bronze leg and the other made of...
I shudder. The myths are true. They really do have cow shit for legs.
Disgusting.
I don’t want to see them shift. History tells a terrifying story of them turning into beautiful women to feast on traveling men in their beds. The succubus of Greek mythology.
They are terrifying creatures that I never want to go up against, but will if I have to.
A cyclops bellows behind me.
Then, finally, Raven’s battle cry sounds. It makes me smile.
