THIS CHAPTER IS REALLY GOOD SORRY FOR CLIFF HANGER LAST TIME. HAHAHAHA NO. AGAIN ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO RICK RIORDAN HIS BOOKS ARE AMAZING.
Sierra POV
There was a thump and a scratch as the monster raked me with its claws. I don't know which was more surprising. The fact that Atlanta managed to draw a good sword, or that it suddenly came to life and she tossed it to me. My friend drew a sword and tossed me it. It was a bit too light, but it would have to do. I decided I would try a swipe. In a split second, I swiped the monster across its chest. I screamed in pain, and I almost felt sorry for it. Then it retched all over Atalanta, and my feelings for it dissipated. Atalanta said, "I'm going to the bathroom to wipe my clothes off." "Now!? While I'm almost dying over here!?", I yelled. "Yep. You need to learn how to defend yourself.", she said. "WHAT!?", I yelled. Her sad look made it clear she didn't want to leave me alone, but something was making her. As she walked off, I screamed at her to come back, but she only glanced back sadly. In my rage, I turned the monster and killed it. It gave a dying call, and I stared at what I had done. I breathed hard. How had I done that? It seemed so impossible. My mind was reeling. Then, Atalanta walked o