They knew the risks. They knew the chance they were taking. They knew what would happen if they failed. But they wanted revenge.
Percy Jackson had taken away all they had ever known. Their friends and their families. Their only families. Under Kronus, they had been happy. The gods didn't care and neither did they. But Percy had taken it away. And they wanted revenge.
As the six of them ran towards the camp, the campers started to attack. Poison tipped arrows took down two instantly. Four left. They were at the border now. They were no arrows to dodge now. Only swords and spears to parry. They fought. One down. Three left.
One managed to break free of the battle and she came towards him. Jackson. Immediately, two more joined him. A dark haired boy and a blonde girl. She couldn't care less. All she wanted was revenge.
A mistake was made. The others lost focus for one second. Just one second. They went down. Because on the battlefield, when the odds are stacked against you, you don't make mistakes. You don't get distracted. Or you go down.
She was the last one left. She thrust, weaving between them too fast for their eyes to follow. Though they swung, they couldn't get her. She circled them and almost got Jackson. She missed by an inch.
Then Black started on her. He swung, leaving a one-foot gash on her back. She hadn't been fast enough.
She attacked with renewed vigour. Now it was only her and Black. Blondie and Jackson were long gone. The thought maddened her and she continued to fight viciously with Black.
Then she felt the crowd pressing in around her. They encircled her, coming closer. She couldn't stand it. She looked around and realized her mistake. No one was there. Her first reaction? 'Shit'
Then stygian iron slid into her chest, into her heart. She fell.
And all they had wanted was revenge.
