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ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇꜱ ᴍᴇ ʙᴜʟʟꜰɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ (ᴘᴛ.2)

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My mother was gone.

"NO" All the demigods cried out. Sally was their favourite mortal parent so why wouldn't they.

"Mommy" Astrea was clinging to Sally like a baby as the mortal women pet her head to calm her down.

"No!"

Anger replaced my fear. Newfound strength burned in my limbs—the same rush of energy I'd gotten when Mrs. Dodds grew talons.

The bull-man bore down on Grover, who lay helpless in the grass. The monster hunched over, snuffling my best friend, as if he were about to lift Grover up and make him dissolve too.

I couldn't allow that.

I stripped off my red rain jacket.

"Hey!" I screamed, waving the jacket, running to one side of the monster. "Hey, stupid! Ground beef!"

"Raaaarrrrr!" The monster turned toward me, shaking his meaty fists.

"Tell me you had a plan seaweed brain" Annabeth spoke to Percy

"I think so? I can't remember"

I had an idea—a stupid idea, but better than no idea at all.

"Oh i had one never mind"

I put my back to the big pine tree and waved my red jacket in front of the bull-man, thinking I'd jump out of the way at the last moment.
But it didn't happen like that.

The bull-man charged too fast, his arms out to grab me whichever way I tried to dodge.

Time slowed down.

"Was that...?" "Grandfather dearest? Yes"

My legs tensed. I couldn't jump sideways, so I leaped straight up, kicking off from the creature's head, using it as a springboard, turning in midair, and landing on his neck.

How did I do that? I didn't have time to figure it out. A millisecond later, the monster's head slammed into the tree and the impact nearly knocked my teeth out.

The bull-man staggered around, trying to shake me. I locked my arms around his horns to keep from being thrown. Thunder and lightning were still going strong. The rain was in my eyes. The smell of rotten meat burned my nostrils.

The monster shook himself around and bucked like a rodeo bull. He should have just backed up into the tree and smashed me flat, but I was starting to realise that this thing had only one gear: forward.

Meanwhile, Grover started groaning in the grass. I wanted to yell at him to shut up, but the way I was getting tossed around, if I opened my mouth I'd bite my own tongue off.

"Food!" Grover moaned.

Everyone laughed as the satyr blushed in embarrassment 

"There's hope for Grover"

The bull-man wheeled toward him, pawed the ground again, and got ready to charge. I thought about how he had squeezed the life out of my mother, made her disappear in a flash of light, and rage filled me
like high-octane fuel. I got both hands around one horn and I pulled backward with all my might. The monster tensed, gave a surprised grunt, then—snap!

The bull-man screamed and flung me through the air. I landed flat on my back in the grass. My head smacked against a rock. When I sat up, my vision was blurry, but I had a horn in my hands, a ragged bone weapon the size of a knife.

The monster charged.

Tension in the hall as the occupiers leaned back against their seat in terror. The half-bloods were doing the opposite, leaning forward in excitement to see what the black haired boy on screen would do.

Without thinking, I rolled to one side and came up kneeling. As the monster barrelled past, I drove the broken horn straight into his side, right up under his furry rib cage. The bull-man roared in agony. He flailed, clawing at his chest, then began to disintegrate—not like my mother, in a flash of golden light,—but like crumbling sand, blown away in chunks by the wind, the same way Mrs. Dodds had burst apart.

The monster was gone.

Cheers were heard throughout as the bull-man was killed. Maybe he's finally safe?

The rain had stopped. The storm still rumbled, but only in the distance. I smelled like livestock and my knees were shaking. My head felt like it was splitting open. I was weak and scared and trembling with grief I'd just seen my mother vanish. I wanted to lie down and cry, but there was Grover, needing my help, so I managed to haul him up and stagger down into the valley, toward the lights of the farm-house.

I was crying, calling for my mother, but I held on to Grover—I wasn't going to let him go.

The last thing I remember is collapsing on a wooden porch, looking up at a ceiling fan circling above me, moths flying around a yellow light, and the stern faces of a familiar-looking bearded man, a pretty girl, her blond hair curled like a princess's and someone who looked a lot like Astrea.

"Ooooh this is where I come in!" Astrea shouted in excitement receiving fond looks in return.

They all looked down at me, and the blonde girl said, "He's the one. He must be."

"Silence, Annabeth," the Astrea look alike said. "He's still conscious."

"Bring him inside." Spoke the man.

And then it all went black.

"And that's the end of this scene people!"

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Sya Notes !

I'm so sorry for such a short chapter but I wasn't able to get time and extend some parts since you wanted an update! Hope u guys understand!

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