As the spear had hit Frost's bident it had changed course sinking far back into the darkness,only a clang could be heard as it lost momentum and hit the ground.Although the spear had not hit him,it had set Frost up for the perfect attack.
His right foot was now off the ground as he had stumbled a bit but that was all Wrath needed.Out from the corner of his eye Frost could see the bronze shine of the kopis heading for his neck,cutting through the air with a slicing sound.The fire on Wraths body burned wildly and his face now looked more like a demon than human.
The battle looked like it would soon be over but over by the side while Droy watched the fight it seemed to move in slow motion one would think the warriors were moving through gel.Looking towards Frost all he could feel was fear but not fear for his flaming look alike but himself as if it was his neck Wrath would soon cut rather than Frost's.He could already feel the short bronze sword cutting through his skin.
As he turned his head towards Wrath Droy could feel an immense anger, fury and a killing intent to make a top predator cower enter him and fill his whole body so much that his whole body started to slightly shake.His knuckles were flush of blood as his fist was tightly clenched and his nails dug into his palms dripping droplets of blood onto the ground.
After feeling the drive in Wrath to kill and draw blood , seemingly gone bersek,out of instinct he looked towards Frost with only one thought in his mind.
'RETREAT! RETREAT! RETREAT!!!'
For the first time since he arrived in this place one of the flame warriors seemed to notice him as Frost threw a quick glance at him and raised his bident, the next second, where Frost had been standing a large bright pillar of emerald flames appeared just as Wrath's kopis cut through it.The momentum from the missed attack threw him of balance and but before he could fall he had tucked and rolled and was back on his two feet looking around and in high alert.
As the flame died down Frost was nowhere to be seen but he had left a cold "Frost was here" message.Looking at the spot where Frost was standing at just seconds ago ,the floor all around was covered with sharp ice stalagmites spreading outward from the center and above stalactites that seemed like they would fall to the slightest vibrations.
After looking around some more, Wrath seemed to have come to the same conclusion as the others in the room with him.Frost was gone.He raised his arm in front of him and his spear was back in his hand,his flames calmed down to as they were before the fight and currently he was looking forward at nothing in particular , just staring straight ahead.
While he had his eyes glued on Wrath who just stood there, Droy felt a gentle touch on his shoulder. Looking back it was the strange man who had been spectating the match with him. Looking at him he felt a pressure coming off him, he also felt fear but Droy had felt the same pressure before but several times stronger, so this just seemed annoying compared to Ares.
"Boy, you have a great burden to bear, a child of war marked by death, yet so young. Many powers are at play here. A demigod's path is never an easy one, especially for the special ones like you are. All I can do for now is give you some advice, great power comes with a great responsibility so grow stronger!" The man said in a Stern voice that raised at the end of his apeech and with that soon a bright light shone blinding Droy and as he opened his eyes , he was back in his room.
It all felt so vivid ,he could smell, he could feel. The pain, anger even the fear.How could it have all been a dream he wondered.As Droy dismissed all these thoughts and tried to stand up, he was in for a surprise. When he tried to stand up he felt immense pain in his stomach, shoulder and forearms.
Looking down at his forearms he could see blisters reminding him of the immense heat he blocked his face from in the 'dream'. Shifting his vision to his right shoulder he let out a gasp as on it was the highlight of the match between Frost and Wrath. On his right shoulder were two puncture wounds that perfectly matched to Frost's bident. Lastly there was a shallow cut on his neck and he had a good idea what caused it. Actually before the war of the flame warriors had ended, before Frost had disappeared,the sharp bronze kopis had slightly dug into his skin.
'What? You mean if one of them died I could have died? Is this how I'm gonna die? Well I'm just gonna die in a couple of days anyway, guess I'll just have to sit tight and wait for the grand finale?' Droy thought. And as this thoughts ran through his head like rabbitson coke something he had no knowledge of was happening to his body.
Stretching skin closing on the wound ,deflating blisters and the receeding pain. Sitting there ,as soon as his body started to regain some strength and the pain dulled , Droy looked down on his battered body only for him to witness his body healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The same thing had happened in the dreamscape but he only dismissed it as weird stuff that happens in dreams like that hot girl you have a crush on finally saying yes.
"So cooool," Droy remarked with a silly grin that went from ear to ear. He was now starting to reconsider being a demigod.
"It's not so bad after all,right? Fast healing,mad strength ,immense power and a long life....not bad, not bad"
Climbing down his bed he walked to the bathroom , took a shower,brushed his teeth ,changed into some comfortable fresh clothes; a white stretcher shirt, tight running pants and a pair of trainers prepared to go to the gym, but before that he walked towards the dining table from whence the sweet aroma of vannila and chocolate originated leading Droy by the nose.
Literally.
On the table were well cooked cookies with a sweet brown on them, at the center of the rectangular table was a bowl of hot liquid chocolate, a plate stacked with enough pancakes to feed a small platoon with a bottle of honey by the side and just I front of Droy's seat a plate of salad, another plate for fried eggs, one more plate of fried beans, a loaf of bread and a cup of hot steaming drinking chocolate.
Droy could see what his mother was doing and was actually thankful for it. All that was on the table were his comfort foods except for the ones infront of him that he ate as his diet to maintain his fit mascular body and gain more muscle mass.
Shifting his vision from the salad and beans to the pancakes and hot chocolate with his mouth salivating each time he looked at the pancakes, he finally gave in and went straight for the honey bottle and poured it all on the pancakes.
' What's the need for a perfect body if I'm just gonna die in a few days, " he thought to himself.
"Thanks Mom, I love you" he actually said. Anna didn't reply and just smiled at him afraid that she would ruin his happy moment by bringing back bad memories of she talked. In the next couple minutes everything on the table had gone down his throat except his food and a half full bowl of hot chocolate.
Surprisingly the day had gone by uneventful. He had gone to the gym, bought some groceries but nothing strange had happened.The second day was here and Droy had kept up with his schedule to keep himself busy from all the weird stuff going on in his life. As he was heading out though he noticed a vulture circling above his house but didn't think much of it.
Except for the strange bird, nothing happened out of place, apart from the day being much longer than normal. However, as night came it got tense all of a sudden. It seemed like the whole world was holding it's breath and a storm was brewing in the horizon, heading towards him.
Ofcourse this was to happen because tommorow his life on Earth would come to it's end.