"Look out!" someone yelled at me. I dodged a heavy swing from the laistragonian's axe. A flaming arrow whizzed past my shoulder, narrowly missing my flesh. I gripped my sword for dear life, slashing and stabbing like a maniac. I raced towards the rest of my siblings, helping them fight off the cavalry of flesh eating horses. Yep… we're scumbag Luke Castellan just had to go over to Kronus. I don't care what Chase says, even if she is an older camper, the guy's a jerk. If it weren't for him, my brother would still be alive, and not at the bottom of the sea, underneath a demon cruise ship. White-hot anger built up in my throat. I charged at the enemy, not caring whether I got killed or not. Monsters disintegrated in front of my eyes, more and more demigods were lost to the enemy. This was war.