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Disclaimer: Percy Jackson and the world of Camp Half-Blood belong to Rick Riordan. I'm just exploring a different choice.
The raft was supposed to be my way home.
But I didn't get on it.
Because the lake behind me exploded.
I spun around. The center of the lake had started to twist.
Water folded inward as if some gigantic force had punched through the bottom of the world. The surface warped and spiraled, the reflection of the sky shattering into jagged fragments that spun across the water.
"Percy?!" Calypso called from the shore.
"I see it."
The spiral collapsed inward. Then the lake split open.
Right in the middle of the water, a jagged tear ripped across the surface like someone had sliced reality itself. Purple-black light poured out of it, staining the water around the rift as the lake roared and waves rolled outward in every direction.
The raft rocked violently under me.
Something moved inside the tear.
At first I thought it was shadows shifting beneath the surface. Then the shadows climbed out.
A creature dragged itself onto the lake as if gravity wasn't entirely sure how to deal with it. Its limbs bent at angles that made my brain hurt just looking at them, gray skin stretched tight over bone like someone had tried to wrap a skeleton in wet paper.
It skittered across the water surface toward the beach.
Behind it another shape forced its way through the tear.
Then another.
Calypso stepped backward onto the sand.
"What are those?"
"Honestly?" I said. "No idea."
One of the creatures let out a shriek.
The sound echoed across the lake like metal scraping stone.
Then it sprinted toward the beach.
Toward Calypso.
For a split second I looked down at the raft. Then I looked back at the island.
The decision took about half a heartbeat.
I jumped.
The water closed around my legs as I splashed back into the lake, already moving toward shore. Behind me the raft drifted farther out across the water, rocking gently like it didn't particularly care that reality had just broken open in the middle of the lake.
Ahead of me the first monster hit the beach.
Up close it looked even worse.
Its limbs were too long, the joints bending in ways that made it move like a spider that had learned to run on two legs. The gray skin stretched so tight over its bones it almost looked painted on.
The creature sniffed the air.
Then its head snapped toward Calypso.
"Percy—"
"I've got it!"
I hit the sand at a sprint and drew Riptide. The blade flashed into existence just as the monster lunged. I stepped between them and swung, the celestial bronze cutting cleanly through its chest.
The creature burst apart in a cloud of black dust that scattered across the beach.
Normally that would've been the end of the fight.
Unfortunately, the lake behind us had other ideas.
Another creature crawled out of the tear.
Then another. And another. Calypso stared at the water like someone had just flipped the laws of reality upside down.
"Monsters have never come to this island," she said slowly.
"Yeah," I said, watching the rift widen. "Today's breaking a lot of rules."
The creatures began spreading across the beach.
They moved fast. Too fast.
Their heads jerked from side to side as if they were trying to understand how the world worked. One of them shrieked again, the sound echoing across the lake like metal scraping against stone.
Then three of them charged.
I tightened my grip on Riptide.
"Okay," I muttered. "This is officially bad."
The first one leapt.
I ducked under its claws and slashed upward. The blade clipped its ribs and the monster burst into dust before it even hit the ground.
The second creature slammed into me a second later. Its claws smashed against my sword arm hard enough to send me stumbling sideways, but I managed to keep my balance long enough to drive my foot into its chest.
The thing staggered back.
I stepped forward and drove Riptide straight through it. Two down.
The third creature darted past me.
Straight toward Calypso.
She froze, fear clearly gripping her. Heroes had washed up on her island for thousands of years. Monsters had never followed them here.
Which meant she had no reason to know how to fight one.
"Hey!" I shouted.
The monster turned just long enough for me to tackle it. We hit the sand hard, the creature's claws raking the ground inches from my face as I shoved the sword upward through its chest.
Another cloud of black dust burst into the air.
I rolled to my feet.
More monsters were crawling out of the tear in the lake.
A lot more.
The rift pulsed with purple-black light, widening slightly each time another creature forced its way through. Shapes moved inside the opening, climbing over each other as they fought to escape.
The monsters kept coming.
They climbed out of the rift one after another, dropping onto the surface of the lake and sprinting toward shore like gravity was only a suggestion. The purple-black tear in the water pulsed each time another one forced its way through, widening just enough to let the next creature crawl out behind it.
Waiting their turn.
That was the part that bothered me most. Monsters usually attacked in a frenzy—loud, chaotic, not exactly known for patience. These things moved differently. Their heads jerked from side to side as they scanned the shoreline, almost like they were trying to understand what they were seeing before deciding how to attack. Calypso stepped back toward the rocks lining the garden path, her eyes fixed on the growing swarm spreading across the sand. The monsters moved with an unnatural quickness, their limbs bending too far at the joints as they skittered forward.
"Percy..." she said quietly. "They keep coming."
"Yeah," I said, adjusting my grip on Riptide as another one sprinted toward us. "I'm noticing a pattern."
The creature leapt. I stepped forward and cut it down before it reached the waterline, the blade flashing through its ribs. It burst into golden dust that scattered across the sand.
Two more replaced it immediately.
Okay. That was officially a problem.
I took half a step back, scanning the shoreline. The rift in the lake pulsed again as another shadow forced its way through the tear. There were already too many of them on the beach, and the distance between the monsters and the treeline behind us was shrinking fast.
We were not winning this by standing here.
I grabbed Calypso's wrist.
"Okay," I said quickly. "New strategy."
She turned to me immediately. "What do we do?"
I glanced toward the forest behind us.
"Run."
She didn't hesitate.
Which was good, because the monsters were already charging.
We bolted for the trees.
Sand sprayed behind us as we sprinted across the beach. One of the creatures shrieked from the waterline, the sound tearing across the island like metal scraping against stone.The moment we crossed the edge of the forest the light changed completely. Bright sunlight vanished behind us, replaced by deep green shadows beneath the canopy. The air felt cooler here, thicker with the smell of earth and leaves as branches whipped past my shoulders.
"Percy—" Calypso started.
"Keep moving!" I said.
Something slammed through the brush behind us.
Too close.
I risked a quick glance over my shoulder. Two of the monsters had already reached the treeline. They moved faster in the forest than I expected, skittering between the trees with the same unnatural speed they'd shown on the beach.
Which meant distance wasn't going to solve this.
We crashed deeper into the woods, roots twisting across the ground beneath our feet as the terrain grew uneven. Ogygia's forest was dense, ancient, packed with thick vines and towering trees that had probably been growing since before most civilizations figured out agriculture.
Normally that made the place beautiful. Right now, it meant limited visibility and a lot of things to trip over.
Another shriek echoed behind us.
They were getting closer.
Calypso kept pace beside me surprisingly well, though I could hear the strain in her breathing.
"Percy—" she said again.
"I know!" I said.
My brain was already running through options as we moved. Fighting them on the open beach had been one thing. Fighting them out here where they could come from any direction was another problem entirely.
Which meant we needed something else.
Cover. Concealment. Anything that would slow them down long enough for us to figure out what these things actually were.
Ahead of us the forest thickened suddenly, vines hanging low between two enormous trees like a curtain of tangled green.
An idea sparked.
"This way!" I said, veering toward the vines.
Calypso followed without question as we plunged toward the dense growth.
Behind us something crashed through the underbrush. The monsters were almost on us.
We dove through the vines.
Leaves slapped across my face as we crashed through the curtain of tangled green. The ground dropped slightly on the other side, thick with fallen leaves and damp earth, and I pulled Calypso down with me as we hit the undergrowth.
The vines fell back into place in front of us.
For a second neither of us moved.
Then instinct took over.
I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer, lowering both of us deeper into the shadow beneath the vines. The foliage hung thick enough that the forest outside blurred into shifting shapes and broken light.
Smaller target. Harder to see.
Calypso understood immediately. Her body went perfectly still, the way animals freeze when they know running would only make things worse.
I raised a finger to my lips.
She nodded once.
We waited.
For several seconds the forest stayed silent except for the sound of our breathing slowly trying to settle back down. My pulse hammered in my ears, loud enough that I was halfway convinced the entire island could hear it.
Then something landed outside the vines.
Heavy.
The impact thudded through the soil like a dropped weight.
My muscles locked instantly.
One of the monsters.
The creature crouched just beyond the curtain of leaves, claws digging into the dirt as it steadied itself. Up close it looked even worse than it had on the beach. Its limbs were too long for its body, the joints bending too far in the wrong directions. Black skin clung tight to its bones like parchment stretched over a frame.
Its teeth looked like broken shards of stone jammed into its jaw.
Calypso's back pressed against my chest as she fought to stay perfectly still. I could feel the quick rise and fall of her breathing through my arm, each breath a little faster than the last.
The monster lifted its head.
It sniffed.
A rough, wet huff pushed through its nostrils.
Then it made a low chittering sound—something between a shriek and a grinding hiss.
My heart slammed against my ribs.
Don't move.
The creature took a slow step forward.
Leaves crunched softly beneath its claws.
Another step.
Now it stood directly in front of the vines.
From where we crouched beneath the foliage I could see its feet clearly—long, crooked claws pressing into the damp soil only a few feet away.
The monster sniffed again.
Closer this time.
The sound was awful—wet, dragging breaths pulling in and out of its chest as it tested the air.
Calypso went completely rigid against me.
I tightened my arm around her without thinking, holding both of us steady against the ground.
The monster's head tilted slightly.
Then slowly—very slowly—it pushed its face toward the curtain of vines.
The leaves shifted.
A jet-black snout slipped through the tangled green.
Its eyes scanned the darkness behind the vines.
Searching.
Its breath rolled over us, hot and sour, carrying the smell of lake water and something rotten beneath it.
For one horrible second I was certain it saw us.
The creature chittered again.
Its claws flexed against the dirt.
I forced myself to stay perfectly still.
The monster leaned closer.
Now its face was only inches away. It lingered there. Its nostrils flared wide.
It sniffed again—
Then its head snapped suddenly toward the deeper forest.
Another shriek echoed somewhere in the distance.
The creature froze.
Its entire body went tense, like a hunting dog catching a new scent on the wind.
For a long moment it didn't move.
Then, with a final rasping hiss, it withdrew from the vines.
A second later it bounded away through the trees.
The forest swallowed the sound of its claws almost immediately.
Silence rushed back in.
I stayed exactly where I was, listening carefully for any sign the creature might double back. The wind shifted through the branches overhead, rustling the leaves, but no footsteps returned.
Finally, I let out the breath I'd been holding.
Calypso did the same.
"Are they gone?" she whispered.
"For now," I said quietly.
I listened again.
No claws. No shrieking. Just wind moving through the forest.
But the rift was still out there. And whatever had come through it clearly wasn't leaving anytime soon. I leaned forward slightly, glancing through the vines toward the distant shoreline.
The raft still floated out on the lake.
My ride home. My way back to camp. Back to Annabeth. Back to Luke and Kronos.
Every instinct I had told me I should be out there trying to reach it. Kronos wasn't going to pause his plans just because reality had decided to tear open on an island that was neither here nor there.
But then I looked down at Calypso.
She was staring into the forest beyond the vines, trying to understand a world that had just changed in about thirty seconds.
For thousands of years her island had been safe. Now monsters were hunting through her garden.
I rubbed a hand across my face.
"Well," I muttered quietly, "this day took a turn."
Calypso looked up at me.
"What happens now?"
I glanced toward the forest. Then toward the distant lake.
Then I sighed.
"Yeah," I said, "I'm not going anywhere."
She studied my face carefully.
"You would stay?"
I shrugged.
"Pretty sure leaving you alone on an island full of twisted monsters would officially make me the worst hero in Greek mythology."
Calypso was quiet for a moment. Then she nodded slowly.
Outside the vines, another shriek echoed somewhere across the island. The monsters were still hunting. And judging by the sound of it, this island wasn't safe anymore.
Which was a problem.
Because this time... I wasn't leaving her.
I just didn't realize staying would change everything.