How could a child of fifteen defeat an hydra with only a sword and a shield? It was impossible without divine intervenation or anything that could freeze the Hydra forerever.

You thought to yourself while bleeding out on your knees and a lose hold on your sword, you could feel yourself slipping in and outside consciouness while the hydra's footsteps grew closer every passing twenty seconds as it searched for you while its nostrils were filled with the scent of your blood.

You were about to give up and accept your fate, until... Your eyes glew red and had... An hallucination, maybe vision? You couldn't tell. Howewer. You easily figured out of whose the deep voice of the man in a ancient-style-golden-greek armour and helmet that stood infront of you, with his arms crossed infront of his chest firmly;

Your godly parent: Ares.

He looked pissed while looking at your heavily wounded small form, not concerned about your bleeding and possible certain death. He just spat out those words harshly.

"Get up."

He commanded sternly, glaring at you daggers. You looked at him confused with your pale face, he growled and his muscular arms fell to his sides with clenched fists.

"Get. Up. No one is coming to save you."

He repeated once again. You didn't had time to react that your eyes stopped glowing red and your father disappeared. Leaving you with your bleeding and his words echoing in your mind like a mantra...

What will you do?