Hey guys! I'm sorry that I haven't updated this story, but I did say every week give or take a day. So I am going to try and make this a longer chapter, but I can't promise that it will be as long as my most of my other story's chapters, but I'll try. (Btw guys, I got a review that corrected a major mistake that I made: Gratian is a Giant, not a Titan, sorry.)
-Fish Out!
Artemis P.O.V.
I looked down at Percy, his breathing shallow. It had been almost a week since I had found him in the desert. (AN. Lol, listening to my friends "rap battle" right now; dey be failing.) suddenly, a shadow blotted out the sun. I ran outside and looked up and saw the anti-me. "Σκατά," I swore, "Gratian." "Well, hello Artemis, long time no see." He said with a demented smile on his face. "Where's Annabeth?!" I shouted out, sadly to no avail. "Actually, no. I'm here to complete my set, so-to-speak." He wanted Percy; I couldn't let him do that. I charged him with a yell, pulling out my hunting knives. I didn't get far, as he backhanded me into Percy's tent, and looked up. Standing right in front of me was Percy; his swords were drawn and he looked mad. "GRATIAN!" he bellowed, "GIVE ME MY WIFE BACK!" "Who is that?" Gratian asked, Percy walked out of the tent and launched himself at him. In the following clash of blades, Gratian fell, dazed and mortally wounded, but not dead. I calmly walked out and over to him, and plunged my dagger into his heart. With a wail, he dissolved into golden dust.
Percy P.O.V.
He shouldn't have been that easy, I thought, he should have been a lot harder to defeat. Looking in the distance, I saw ichor stains leading to and from the campsite. Looks like Gratian was injured from something…or someone. Annabeth. With a simple yell at the girls: "Follow me!" I took off. Scared, yet excited at what I may find.
So, Ima be mean and end it with a cliffy! –Fish Out!