forum Percy Jackson!

Started January 14, 2019 by @Hawkeye

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“No!” Lydia said, hoping to keep secret the fact that her only power was the power of idiocy.

"A shame." Blair said, kicking himself up and balancing on a rock. "Do you know who my godly parent is?"

No sign of Lydia… Trent’s eyes narrowed with concern as he scanned his surroundings. He immediately thought of the forest, but wasn’t so sure he should go into the woods defenseless. Monsters were known to prowl around there and he didn’t have his rapier to protect him this time. Then again I did run in front of a gun today. Why not test the fates twice? He started heading towards the forest, trying to keep his cool.

“No…..” Lydia said, getting up subtly, hoping to knock Blair over.

"It's Dionysus." He said, clasping a hand around her upper arm and surging part of his power into her. "God of insanity."

Lydia’s eyes widened. She then said, “My mother is Nemesis. Goddess of Retribution and Revenge. We’re good opponents.”

“Lydia?” Trenton was now walking through the woods, a bit anxious at being defenseless and alone. “Lydia? Are you close by?!” He yelled again, feeling a bit anxious. Maybe they left? Or maybe I’m in the wrong part of the forest? Gods, what if something happened to her?

Lydia heard Trent calling for her, and, looking Blair in the eyes, said, “I’m right here, Trent.”

"The little bird flies away from its nest and gets eaten by the monster we call insanity." He muttered, saying the phrase to complete the little action. The action being getting Lydia stuck in a trance of insanity for about half an hour. "Night night little birdie said the monster."

Well shit, I too to long to write it out//

“Lydia!” Trenton followed the sound of her voice, extremely relieved. “I was unsure if you had returned to camp or—“ He froze in place when he saw Blair holding Lydia. The two of them had obviously been fighting. Gods, this is all my fault! “…Blair?” He called out, his confidence dwindling.

Lydia had gone numb, staring into space.

"Yes?" Blair asked, releasing his hold on Lydia's leg. He showed no emotion on the fact that Trenton thought they were battling it out to the death.

Lydia stayed standing, although she felt as though she had gone back in time, back to Brooklyn.

Trenton looked a bit affronted, trying to compose himself. Be charming. You know you have to be charming to get through to people. Being aggressive never works. He repeated this like a mantra in his head, trying not to snap. “Would you mind explaining what is going on?” He asked politely, through gritted teeth.

"We were sparing, I used my 'Special Move' on her," Blair explained, using hand quotes. Even when saying this, the scar on his face made him look sinister and evil.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Trenton forced any bitterness out of his voice. However, the boy’s hands were shaking with a mix of anger and fear. “Lydia? I trust you’re okay?” He asked, worried about how silent she had gotten.

"It means that we were training, I used my power on her and sent her into an insanity trance." Blair said, he wasn't the best at explaining things.

Lydia stood silently. In her mind, she was seeing terrifying images, of her brother dying, of her foster parents, of too many things.

If one was staring at Trenton, they could see the color literally drain out of his face as the boy paled. “Lydia!” He broke into a run, grabbing ahold of her gently. “She’s only a child!” He spat at Blair, taking his sword from Lydia’s hands and sheathing it. “Lydia, can you hear me?”

Lydia whimpered as she saw things she has never wanted to see, but wasn’t aware she had done so.

"Dear gods, it's not hurting her. It makes her think of the most random ideas and make them into full-blown scenarios." He exclaimed, muttering what could only be a string of curses in Icelandic.

“Make it stop!” Trenton barked the order, blatantly on the verge of having a panic attack. He scooped Lydia up into his arms carefully, quietly mumbling apologies under his breath. “Gods, you can stop this, right?!”

"It's going to be gone in a few minutes. You have to let it play out, even if she saw anything bad, she won't remember it."

“So… So you can’t make it stop!” Trenton started hyperventilating nervously, holding Lydia close. “You can’t even control this! A-And she’s in pain! This is all my fault.” He wheezed, trying to steady his heart rate. “I have to get her to the infirmary…” He mumbled, honestly more insane than Lydia was at this point.

"Let me repeat, she is not in pain. It is simply memories or crazy thoughts."

“But you don’t know that for sure!” Trenton muttered, trying to come up with a solution. “Help me put her on my back. She’ll be easier to carry that way.” He demanded, carefully setting Lydia down and dropping onto his knees.

"I swear to- Oh goody! She's snapping out of it, now excuse me while I combat the side effects of using my power with illegal herbs."

“Don’t touch her! You’ve done enough!” Trenton lept to his feet, elegantly drawing his rapier in one smooth motion. “It’s my own fault for sending her to make amends. I regret seeking good in you when clearly there isn’t any.” He growled, holding his sword out in front of him.