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Note to Reader- All events in this story actually happened. I will be narrating with Kai and Dan throwing in annoying asides from time to time. This recording will self destruct as soon as you finish the audio/book so it doesn't get into the wrong hands. Keep this information to yourself at all costs, who knows, this could save your life...

UNUM

I knew I couldn't keep the giant occupied for long. It wasn't my fault I- okay, it probably was.

But when I saw Gwen charging some nasty dude called Porphyrion or something [for the last time! His name was not Porpoise Face!], my reflexes kicked in [If you don't shut up, Kai, my reflexes will kick you]. By the time my mind caught up with my body, I was facing the Green-Giant-Gone-Bad and Gwen was nowhere to be seen.

The Incredible Hulk was at least forty feet tall with hair the color of summer leaves, he'd braided axes, spears, shields and knives into it (a bold fashion statement if you ask me). The Green Goblin was humanoid from the waist up, his skin was lime green and his legs were snakelike. He was clad in bronze armor, I would have a tough time piercing that. My trident trembled as I raised it to his chest (read knee), the prongs glittered with ingrained monster dust.

"Excellent!" He boomed, voice echoing across the battlefield. Nobody looked to look, if they did they would be killed, "Who are you, little mortal? You'll be barely a mouthful!"

His mockery of my height made me see red, "I am the daughter of Triton! Though I haven't done anything worth noting [I thought we left the Sushi Fiasco behind us], I will earn a place in history by having your head nailed on my wall!" I know, disgusting right? I wasn't exactly thinking straight and I had copied a speech from my favorite book in the vain hope that it would scare him off. Needless to say, it didn't.

The Giant King laughed, "This will be David versus the mighty Goliath!"

"Apparently you've forgotten how that one turned out."

The idea of charging a forty foot immortal with thousands of years training was so ridiculous, even the giant was surprised. I launched an attack on his right snake (foot?) and thrust my weapon down, it cut through his sandles but bounced harmlessly off the skin. I cursed violently under my breath, my shoulder felt dislocated. I drew my pugio, I could no longer wield the trident.

"Their armor is weak at the neck!" Some unknown demigod screamed at me, "Aim for th-"

The neck? How was I going to reach the neck? It didn't matter, because at that moment I was swept off my feet by a spear the size of a telephone pole. I landed unceremoniously on my backside, and the point of a weapon was dangling over me.

"Any last words, sea brat?"

I was frozen in panic, underneath my armor, my purple shirt stuck to my back. I didn't want to die. All that was going through my head was, Dad, please help! Dad, help! But somehow, I summoned enough courage to choke out, "Green is not your color." Not the best comeback but, hey, life or death situation here.

The spear came down. [Hah! You two are sweating!]

It never hit me, the spear was pushed away from my chest and it buried itself in the dirt. I looked up seeing the same gray eyes that I had. My dad saved my life, he's awesome like that.

Dad had grown to half the size of Porphyrion (approximately 3½ mes, just under an Enceladus and around the size of a house), but he was still holding his own. I had to rejoin the fight otherwise dad would be killed [Yes Kat, I realize he's a god now! Oh, shut up, I panicked!].

My left arm hung limply at my side, my right was still gripping the pugio, the leather grip of the knife was familiar and worn in my hand. Dad was keeping the Giant occupied, giving me an opportunity to strike from the side. But I was dead on my feet, the only thing keeping me fighting was my will to live.

Someone put a hand on my shoulder, I jumped and thrust the pugio behind me. It clanged off metal.

"Calm down," it was my best friend, Katana Hill, her dark red hair was still in its tight braid, she'd lost her armor at some point. "Get to the infirmary, you can't fight like that."

Behind Kat was her father, Lord Mars. Two unknown Graeci were covering them. "But you've already taken down Mimas," I gasped for air, Kat didn't even seem to be sweating. "I'm fighting."

Kat wasn't fazed, one of the demigods came forward, a Greek son of Apollo going by the orange shirt and gold hair. He put a hand to the joint and mumbled something incoherent, my shoulder popped back into place with a sickening crack. There was a flash of intense pain, but it faded to a dull throb relatively quickly. The other demigod crouched over us protectively, Lord Mars was attacking Porphyrion, he seemed to be dancing around the giant's strikes. Dad was taking a breather, he had lost his signature horn. It was a shame because, according to the myths, the sound of it would make all the giants run. The two Graeci joined the main battle. I hoped I would see them again.

Both sides, monsters and demigods alike, had cleared a large circle for the fight. Kat ran in to help her father, I tried to grab her wrist, but I missed by inches. She was going to get herself killed. I did the only sensible thing.

I followed her.

And immediately took a blow to the head.

I woke up in the medical tent. The sounds of battle were still audible outside, but it was much quieter. The Second Giant War must be coming to a close. For good or for ill.

Suddenly, after a couple of minutes of deafening silence, there was a roar from outside. It sounded like a monster, but it was only after I'd rolled out of the cot and grabbed a scalpel, that I realized that it was no monster. It was people. That means-

We'd won. For some reason, I wasn't as happy as I should have been.

Kat decided that it was the best time to stumble through the tent flap. She had an arrow through her calf and her clothes were covered in golden dust and crimson blood. She also bore traces of mud and soot, but her grin was threatening to split her face.

"It's over!" She laughed, dancing around the medical cots while I looked at her with an eyebrow raised. I folded my arms and tapped my foot, ignoring my thundering headache. She was even scarier when she was happy than when she was angry.

"It's over?" I questioned, "What happened to Dirt Face?"

Kat's face darkened and her smile faded. The room seemed to darken, but it was my imagination, "Terra needed the blood of a female and male demigod. Any weaker and the blood would poison her, I guess. A legacy from the Fourth Cohort sacrificed himself."

"What was their name?"

"I don't know," She answered quietly. We stood solemnly for a moment, until I wobbled. Kat leaped forwards and caught me by my arm, but she'd underestimated her injury. She stumbled and collapsed on me, knocking me off my feet. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest, I was hyperventilating. It would have been the best moment of my life if we hadn't just lost friends to war.

Footsteps sounded, the clanking of metal grew closer. Me and Kat froze as the Apollo kid from earlier looked into the tent, I was relieved to see that he was still alive. He opened and closed his mouth a few times before choking out, "Am I interrupting something?"

Kat rolled off me, "Gods no! Help me up, Graecus," she ordered. I couldn't help but feel a little twang of pain at that, and it wasn't the headache. "My leg is killing me."

"I have a name you know," the Apollo kid muttered, whilst hauling up the daughter of Mars. "Kai. Kai Davis." He dragged Kat off to a cot, when a gold-eyed boy who looked like Kai came into the room. He seemed to be the Greek authority as when he motioned for Kai to step aside, he moved, albeit grudgingly.

"Hey?" I asked, I could feel my eyes blackening from light gray to flint, my eyebrows knitted together, "how many of us di- are go- you know?"

Kai looked at me and shrugged, "You'd have to ask the di Angelo kid." He moved over to me and pressed a hand against my forehead. I could feel the pain leaving slowly, like water through a dam. Kai slumped slightly. I knew he shouldn't have used his energy to fix a headache, but I was grateful all the same.

It was then that people started piling into the medical tent, people were leaning on each other, a blonde haired girl was lying still on a stretcher, a boy who was almost identical to her was bent over her. I recognized the girl from the group that fired on our city, she was covered in burns and a knife was sticking out of her chest. I turned away, finding an interesting pattern in the wall to study. There were screams of pain and loss that I couldn't block out, Kai was gravitating toward a group of fallen kids who must be his siblings.

I was choking, a sense of claustrophobia overtook me. I had to get out! Why did I live? Would my Cohort be crying if I had died? Would Kat be crying? I ran out of the tent, dodging legionaries and Greeks in slow motion. It was a mistake, I had run into a graveyard. Was there anywhere to run to?

The battlefield was littered with the injured and dead. Everything was coated in a thick layer of golden dust, shadows lingered in the corners of my vision. A boy in black was standing over the bodies, whispering and closing their eyes. A girl in a bandana gripped his arm and pulled him away. Praetor Reyna was to one side, observing the carnage with cool indifference, her mouth set in a hard line. But on the inside she would be screaming. I knew that because Praetor Jackson was one of the fallen.

I saw my centurions among the living. They were gripping each-other's hands. They nodded briefly at me. I felt detached from my body, like I was watching myself running through the corpses, I had to find my Cohort. Who had lived?

Not enough. I vaguely sensed someone pulling me away. One of my tears rolled down my face, I angrily wiped it away before joining my Cohort to answer roll-call.

Hope you enjoyed the chapter, I sure enjoyed writing it. I know that OC's can be a pain in the backside but I want to improve writing my own characters. What do you think of Chris (our narrator)? Kat and Kai? What about the writing style?

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