A Fight To Remember (Wiki Contest: April 2013)

This was written by DarkCyberWolf for the Percy Jackson Fanfiction Wiki Contest: April 2013.

~April 8th, 1912~
The clock was ticking.

Mateo, son of Poseidon, and Evangeline, daughter of Hecate, needed to catch the boat to England fast. In theory, they could have taken an aeroplane, but flying all the way across the Atlantic was laughable for most, utterly ridiculous for Mateo, who, as a son of Poseidon, had to avoid air travel at all costs.

And most importantly, they needed to get to England in less than two days. Evangeline remembered the warning that the Oracle gave them before they left. "But should it begin, it is doomed to fall." The beginning would be some time after the tenth, but they had to be there on the tenth in order to prevent it. Otherwise, Olympus would be "doomed to fall."

"Really?" Evangeline asked Michael when they got to the shore. "This is the boat we will be taking?"

Michael looked at the small canoe he had snuck onto the shore of Long Island Sound. "It will hold you both," he pointed out. "If you need speed, Mateo can manipulate the water."

"You make a good point," Mateo said. "We will talk to you again once we stop the Titan threat."

Titans. Never had there been a greater threat to demigods. Monsters were one story. Particularly powerful monsters like hydras and the Minotaur were another story. Titans were not just another story, they were an entirely separate genre. Capable of matching even the gods, the only real hope for saving both Olympus and camp was to outright stop the Titans from rising.

And that was why Mateo and Evangeline needed to make it to England, where the Oracle said the Titans would begin their rise.

The two half-bloods stepped into the boat, and Mateo made it speed off toward the horizon.

~April 9th, 1912~
"Hey, get up. We are here," an exhausted Mateo said.

Evangeline opened her eyes and looked around. So, this was England. It was quite... different from America. She noted the dissimilarities in the streets, the buildings, the passersby...

But before she could get her thoughts together, there was a small explosion beside them.

"Demigods..." a raspy voice breathed. A man, perhaps sixteen, loomed over them, and began slashing with a knife with one hand and tossing explosives at them with the other. He was very pale, with silver hair and expressionless eyes.

"They know we are here," Mateo said. He patted his pockets in search of his sword, but Evangeline had taken her own sword first.

Evangeline began throwing her blade in thin arcs to stop the silver-haired man's strikes. "Who are you?"

"I am..." the man began. "...a servant."

He did not break pace in fighting Evangeline, but when Mateo brought out his sword, the man frowned. It appeared he did not like the odds of fac