Selbstüberwindung (Interlude Percy)
The sword within his hand glinted gold, bright ruby red. Was on the threshold of breaking. As it ever were anymore. The tidal wave before his eyes licked up the coastline, like the true form of the Raystown Ray emerging from the depths.
One strike only. No time for hesitation. No time for compunctions then. For worrying about any swimmers caught out there or the innocent fishies in the sea, trapped in the tide as much any anything else. Never mind their shrieks bubbling at the back of his mind.
Never mind the worries of his blow falling askew, somethin' powerful enough to level the rising sea before him.
Cuz there were towns full of people at his back. Full of dogs and cats and one of the squirrels nearby was already wailing about his family drowning. In the end, the water critters needed to go back to where they belonged, whether they came here willingly or not.
The sword within his hand was gold and ruby red. The arms that rose from the shallows to wrap around his legs were bloated and slimy green. A wassermann not of the Summer Court. Sea spray salted his face as the falcon shrieked above him.
"Frog meat!" Aerial decried as she dove at those clinging webby fingers, talons tearing deeply into mottled flesh, while an angry squirrel bit deeply into a half-rotted wrist.
Yet it weren't those fingers that had him nearly staggering to the sediment and sand then. No, it was the rumbling of a quake as he braced a steel-clad foot against the submerged knoll beneath the waves, against the retreating water all 'round him, against the fingers of a certain fae being crushed into a gummy paste.
A barricade rose up thwarting the sea then, a battlement missing its castle, all glacial till of clay, gravel, and coarse sand amidst a chorus of screams. In the end, water could erode even the hardest rock. But that took time. Time the tsunami didn't have as it beat its furious fists against the other side of the earthen wall.
Somethin' flitted through the air on the four-eyed staring wings of an emperor moth.
Somethin' far larger than any moth had any right to be.
And the winning drabble for January is "Percy POV of being saved from certain death by Changeling!MC (who is trying desperately to stay human) they end up having to sacrifice part of their humanity to save him. His thoughts on that." at 1560 words.
Another AU here, as is anything that goes too deep into the Changeling subplot. And hrmm... Tumblr wouldn't let me use the bird font, so you get the anglicized version of the animal's names here.
I was looking for more lyrical synonyms for the title, saw that this had the perfect meaning, but that no one (except the German*) was probably ever going to ever remember how to spell it. Which is perfect for Percy! So it can now be known as that one "S" Percy drabble.
*Cue Merlin pointing and yelling 'Saxons!' in the background.
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