Amalthea And The Kuretes

Newt couldn't stop running. He wasn't sure if it was the half-naked savages waving sharpened wooden stakes or the talking goat. Either way, he was scared out of his mind.

They had arrived in the mountains a few hours ago, thanks to his effort, and had rested for a bit, weary from the battle against the cyclops. He was glad he didn't feel as exhausted as before. Despite covering for Nike and Bia with his control over the earth, he didn't feel as tired as he should have been. Whether it was because he found it easier to tap into Poseidon's power or he was slowly getting accustomed to the power of the gods, he was proud of his current ability.