The Avengers of the Earth Book 1: Chapter 6

Poros' P.O.V.
"Right then let's get one thing straight here, i have told you a thousand times: LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" I blasted the earthborn to pieces, mud flew everywhere, splatting anything and everything around them.

They kept continuing to reform, and I kept on blasting them. I wasn't worried about getting tired, I never got tired. I was immortal. Power: I had plenty of that. Get the joke there? Power, Plenty. . . anyone? forget it then.

I was completly surrounded by ground, but I had the advantage of being able to fly straight over their heads. The Earthborn kept coming for me, I knew that they were never going to die, but I thought that blasting them enough would get through to their thick heads that I wasn't going to stop. But that was like 4 hours ago.

I finally was annoyed enough to just finish this: I will the air to lift them off their feet, one by one they lost their contact to ground and were spinning around in a spiral shape around me, the mud and soil of them began to pull them apart. The air around me was now full of grit and granite, which I threw over the mountains and hopefully dropped into a single pile into the pacific for all I cared.

I gracefully landed back onto my two feet and took a bow in the northern direction, just in case by chance someone was watching me (which they always were). Normally being the child of Zeus and Metis I would be getting compliments or offers by now, I just seemed to be a useful pawn to everyone, they have no consideration for me anymore.

I got bored and whistled four times, and waited. I watched the skies until my Falcon appeared, he has a name: Trite Opseos, it basically means 'Third Sight', as my first sight is what I could see right now, my second sight is memory, and my third sight is through him as he allows me to see things that he has seen previously from his view. I called him down and he rested himself onto my shoulder and I sat with my eyes closed.

I watched as Trite swooped through the clouds into a field, he plummented at the sight of a mouseeee - skip that. . . - sailing past the reflection of himself in the skyscraper windows -. . . - ''came flying over long island. . . hang on, the sight of four demigods/ scratch that, one of them was Hyperions kid so he's a demititan, he was completly golden which was a big give away, and I guessed that the rest were newbies so they were still most likely demigods. They were settig off, I could hear them talking: something about Mount Orthys, I also heard them talk about an unfinished prothercy, and daimons or something like that. ''

I opened my eyes and let Trite fly again. He took off and went eastwards, the direction the campers were going. I figured that they could use some extra help, but I wouldn't make contant just yet, I needed to speak with someone before I met up for a war. I wasn't exactually rooting for the Olympians side of anything, but I knew that they would run into a slaughter if they went straight into battle without any help.

I took off and headed west towards Greece, I needed o talk with my sister.