AN: Wow, my first story! I know I should have saved something important for this, but I wanted to see what it's like to publish! Anyway, I'm sick of seeing Annebeth being portrayed as only Percy's giggly girlfriend, not a strong and unique female charecter. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love Percabeth, but she is still a fighter.
Disclaimer: I, unfortunatly, do not own the Percy Jackson and the Olympians Series.
My well-trained eyes quickly scanned the enemy. He was taller than me, and he probably outweighed me by at least 50 pounds. I could take him, easy. He looked strong but dumb. This theory was proved when he lunged at me. Psh! I thought. I took a tiny step to the left as he crashed into the worn dirt. Classic Ares kid!
While he regained his posture, I switched my gears to offense. I darted behind him and snatched my celestial bronze dagger from its strap on my leg. He glanced at it with ravening eyes and immediately made a grab for it. My defenses rose as I dove to the other side of the enemy to avoid getting hit. OWW! I screamed inside my head. I had landed on my side and it hurt like Hades.
He sneered at me and withdrew his own weapon, a celestial bronze sword that looked about 6 feet long. Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration, but it was huge. I wondered how long it took to steal it out of the Hephaestus cabins' forge. He was too busy smirking; he didn't even notice me withdrawing my Yankees cap from my back pocket. I whipped it out and watched his expression change from gloating to shock. Before he had time to react any more, I slapped it on my head and watched everything go fuzzy. It was annoying at first, but being invisible has its downsides, one being only able to see distorted blobs of color. But I've learn to live with it.
As soon as I saw the distinct red of his armor, I raised my dagger again. I squinted. He had moved to the right, glancing around as if my cap would suddenly stop working after a few years. I almost snorted at the thought, but that would have given away my all-too-important location. Instead, I thought up a quick battle plan. To ensure defeat, I had to get rid of Mr. McMonster, the sword on steroids. I decided to distract the enemy by giving him a poke with my dagger on the arm that held Mr. McMonster. Not enough to make him bleed to death, of course, just enough to make him scream with terrifying agony for hours at end. You know nothing too bad. And I did just that. Unfortunately, he had turned around and I hit him in the shoulder, which had extra slates of steel. So, that pretty much meant that it just gently poked him. Shoot. Poor planning on my part. I will never hear the end of this with Malcolm… Darn!
I decided to go for the gold and just lung at him while he had his back turned. This time, my executed this perfectly. Next thing the poor shmuck knew, he was hit by an invisible force of a 16 year old girl and had a bronze dagger at his throat. Sucks for him! I tugged off my cap and burst into laughter at the antagonized look on his face, knowing that he was just was defeated by a 105 pound girl younger than him by 3 years. A blonde girl, no less!
She started gasping for breath as she recovered and stood up, now with a triumphant smirk on her California-girl face. As she sauntered off, leaving the indignant boy behind her, she swiped up her water bottle and took a swig, letting the cool liquid soothe her burning mouth. She continued walking, feeling the incredulous stares of the new campers slide off of her.
It was hard being the best.
AN: So, you like? Sorry it's so short. I'll try to make my next one longer. Anyway, please review. I really want to know how I did and what I can fix! So, flames are accepted.