Chapter 2

The sky still glowed dimly of purple and red. Jenna and I were sat on two adjacent branches about ten feet off the ground, just inside the tree line to the right of the reservoir.

I had pointedly ignored Percy's arrival only ten minuets ago. Jenna could tell that I was still upset from last night, so wasn't pushing the matter.

'Positions!' the blonde girl yelled, she and Percy stood stoically at the edge of the lake. A couple other scrambled up to get into their own positions before the army charged out of the dying sun.

I had to admit that Percy's plan was brilliant; by forcing the army into two groups it would make them easier to pick off individually.

The roar of the oncoming army was deafening. They moved like one lone beast. Occasionally a single head would emerge, before sinking back into the multi-limbed monster. They marched at a steady speed before the automatic defences kicked in, the middle part of the trail erupted in Greek fire, several monsters died on the spot, and others fell, flailing, while covered in flickering flames, into the lake. However, more marched behind to replace them.

A large group of dracaenae lined up with where I was sitting. I slowly drew my silver knife out of my thigh sheath and took aim, looking to hit a large one, near the front. With a simple flick of my wrist it spun forward and landed right between the eyes, it was back by my side before the snake woman had time to dissolve.

Jenna nudged me on the shoulder and gave me a solemn nod, before dropping onto the ground and plunging into the ongoing battle.

I flung my knife again and again, never missing. That was my gift; I wasn't particularly strong or smart or any good at sword fighting or archery, but I was accurate.

I had just taken down a large giant with my third shot when I saw something that turned my blood ice cold. Jenna was on the floor, pinned down by a snarling hell hound the size of a rhino, struggling to reach her knife that was just out of grasp. Fear marred her tiny features and under the huge dog she looked smaller than ever.

By breathing grew shallow, this was one time I couldn't miss, and I didn't perform well under pressure.

I took aim and threw my knife, but at the last second something caught my gaze, causing me to turn. Someone was running across the water towards the only Titan, it was my brother. He was sprinting over it, barely touching the water, as if he were simply flying. I snapped my head back to my knife, cursing myself for getting distracted. It travelled through the air painfully slowly and I willed it with all my might to bend in the air and run its course true. It gave a feeble curve, but wasn't enough to hit the hellhound squarely in the chest, like I had intended. Instead it tore at the shoulder; the momentum was enough to rip the thing of my best friend and into the path of another's sword. Jenna hopped up and brushed her self off in that very Jenna way, gave a quick nod of thanks in my direction before darting off, back into the thick of battle.

I gave a huge sigh of relief and reached back for my knife, before realising that it wasn't in my sheath, it had skidded a good 20 feet from where Jenna had been, and a good 100 feet from me. I cursed myself again; my knife hadn't hit properly, the enchantment placed upon it stated that it would return to me having hit its target. If I missed I had to go get it.

And going to get it meant wading through at least 80 feet of raging battle. And I didn't do well in battles; hand to hand combat wasn't my style. I preferred to stand from a good distance away and take down as many as I could with my knife. And I could take out more than most could like that.

I felt like smacking myself in the head, but instead clambered delicately down from my tree. The leaf-covered ground crunched under my converse. Leaning against a tree trunk that faced away from the main fight I pulled out my second knife. Quickly running my thumb over the blade proved my theory to be right, it was slightly blunt, I had been neglecting it. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself before plunging into battle.

It's hard to explain a real battle; it's just completely and utter chaos. You can't really tell who's on your side or not and it's just a huge sea of yelling, screaming and blades clashing.

My heightened senses tried to take in everything around me as I ran. I had to duck to avoid a leaping hell hound.

80 ft to go

A giant's foot sent me sprawling on the floor; I had only rolled over just in time to see a javelin pierce the ground right where I had been. I didn't stop to find out whose javelin it was, only kept on running towards my knife that still lay untouched on the ground.

60 ft to go

An enemy demigod tried to strike me with their sword; I tried to block it with my blade. Theirs scraped off creating a horrible screech like a hundred knives on metal. I stumbled backwards but quickly regained my footing and continued on running.

40 ft to go

The wind whipped my hair across my face and I could feel blood dripping from a wound on my ankle that I didn't even know how I had got. I had only been in the battle for two minuets and had already sustained more injuries than I had in the past hour.

20 ft to go

I had only twenty feet to go. I was so close that I could see the intricate patterns that twisted up the handle; I could taste how close I was. Yet, just as I stepped out of the larger bulk of fighting a tall figure stepped in front of me.

A helmet that was slightly too large covered a mess of dark hair and his left eye was covered by a patch. A long hunting knife, similar to mine, except it was a good half a foot longer, was raised in his right hand.

I did the only thing that came naturally and raised mine above my head, and not a moment too soon. His blade clashed with mine with so much force that I tripped backwards several steps. He drew away, only to swipe again at my right, I blocked again. We continued this deadly tango. I had to admit he was good, very good in fact. I could only block his shots and he was slowly forcing my backwards into the cloud of war. I tried to dodge around him but he move to a side to stop me. I knew it was only a matter of time until he beat me.

Out of the corner of my eye I was still watching Percy's fight with the Titan. It was amazing, Percy looked like a god himself, swirling around in his own storm, he slowly pushed his opponent backwards. The Titan was soon back on the shore and the satyr's had picked up a tune that I couldn't hear. My opponent, along with several others, including me, had stopped to watch in amazement as bark slowly grew up the Titan's limbs, gradually encasing him in a fully grown maple tree. The Titan gave a roar of rage before disappearing completely. I stared dumbfounded at the place where his head had disappeared into, not noticing the knife butt that came crashing down onto my skull.

I fell to the ground, a pool of blood quickly gathering around me. A foot pressed against my chest and the cool tip of the dagger pressed against my throat. A small whimper of pain escaped my lips as the silent figure looming over me became clearer. His eyes swam with uncertainty; it looked as though he was having an internal argument with himself. But then they settled; resolved. He lifted the blade above his head in order to get some momentum. I refused to close my eyes. If I was to die, I was going to die with my dignity intact, not snivelling and begging for mercy.

But just as the blade was about to strike, some great force ripped him off of me and I found a different figure standing above me.

He reached down and gripped my hands in his, pulling me up from the ground. I staggered, and with his help managed to steady myself before looking up at my saviour. My jaw dropped to the floor and my eyes rounded to the size of dinner plates.

It was Percy, he stood there his eyes filled with worry, but quizzical like 'Do I know you?' I looked him up and down, still not believing that he was right in front of me.

He was wearing simple bronze armour over an orange t-shirt, jeans and white sneakers that were soaked in blood.

Oh.

They were soaked in blood, my blood. And that's when I slumped, unconscious, into my brother's arms. A dream come true.

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