My Quest: A Golem
Peter and I rode on a pegasus. The pegasus was smoother than I would have thought. The pegasus knew where the Golem had last fled to, so he waited not a moment to take us there.
The Pegasus left us in a field of low trees, fringed with a hedge of sharp brambles surrounded by dark mists, and only the moon for a light.
I closed my eyes briefly and inhaled the forests aromas. The forest was rich with smells - grass, trees and animals, dead and alive.
The Golem began to rise out of the ground some way off to my left. It must have sensed somehow that we were here to find and kill it. It was noisy as it howled at the pain of transition to half-life. I was startled for a moment before remembering that Golems are made from clay and earth is their natural habitat. In this place, they also could draw strength from the ground.
I started to plan the fight. I remembered what I had learned about golems in my research. Golem are raised from clay by magicians. The clay requires mystic waters and the clay must be magically formed. The main part of the casting is to prepare the "intent" by inscribing the purpose onto a scroll which is placed in the Golems skull.
'The skull', I thought. 'If I can get to the scroll then I can destroy it along with the Golem'
The Golem was nearly finished rising from the earth, I had to tell Peter. I glanced at Peter, and whispered.
'Peter, run on my count. If you aim to hurt the the body then I can get to the skull and once I get to the skull, i can kill it.'
It wasn't tall,no, it was slightly shorter than normal human size, but bulky and quite thickly wrought. "Slow" I thought "Just take this slow. Once it is startled it will lash out and if it hits me, or Peter, with those arms it will really hurt".
I watched it's feet sink slightly into the soft soil beneath. "It is heavy too" I muttered. I turned to Peter who was slowly reaching for the bow on his arm. The Golem had spotted us. I watched Peter pull out his bow carefully and test the strength. Then he carefully selected an arrow from his quiver. It was was curious silver colour and tendrils of mist slowly peeled away from it's head. It was so delicate, yet still strong enough, and I was comforted that Peter had a weapon that would penetrate Golem clay.
I whispered to Peter, 'Three, two, one!' He sped off in his direction and I in mine, the Golem was distracted and became puzzled for a moment. Peter used his one lucky arrow straight in it's back. It yelped and swung backwards with it's head right in front of me. I tried to smash my hand into the clay, and stupidly forgot that Golem's skin cannot be broken purely by human strength.
I had never really used my knife before but i knew that now i had to. I gripped the handle of my knife. This thing could kill me if i didn't kill it first. I pulled out my knife, closed my eyes and stabbed the skin. I don't know what i was expecting it to do, i guess i thought it would bleed, but it didn't. It just kind of, well, bent. I glanced at Peter, who gave me a half-mouth smile, then dived in and grabbed the scroll.
'How do i destroy this thing??' I asked Peter.
'I don't know.' Admitted Peter.
I felt my pocket. I had a lighter. I burnt the scroll and turned to Peter, who had quite a triumphant look on his face, so i joined him. We flew back to camp half-blood with large grins and settled minds.