Remember: Irritum = Percy Materis= Me Ignis = Jacklyn
When I woke up, my brain felt like it is on fire, and every muscle and my body felt like a giant stepped on it. I am still out in the battlefield, and battle raged around me. Our troopers and the campers are driving the monsters back, but there is a lot of injured. My brother is crouched nearby. I groan and he gave me some ambrosia. I start to feel better, but not at one hundred percent. I lean on my spear and go into battle. At first, I almost get killed a million times, if it were not for Percy, he whirled, slashed, and technically murdered any monster who go too near too him. I grip Lancer and charge. When the monsters are retreating almost running over each other to get away from Percy, I launch javelin, after javelin. I sit down and let the trooper medics take over me. We went abroad the Argo III a new prototype made by Leo. I groaned as the medics put Chaos medicine in my leg. If they had put Chaos medicine, then I knew it was bad. I had only seen it use once before on Percy. He had fought down a whole legion, but was injured everywhere. They put the strong medicine and he slowly healed. It must be serious whatever had happened to me. I fell asleep.
A medic told me I had been bitten by a queen basilisk and stabbed by Polybotes. The rest of my body felt okay for the time being. My leg felt like someone had chopped it off, threw it into lava, and reattached with glue. They put a strong cast, but I was supposed to stay in the Chaos trooper's cabin until I get approval. Which sucked. Leg injuries slowed people down and my leg hurt. I couldn't do anything except lay there and hope my friends are doing well. I ate my lunch, it was tacos and chips and salsa. I walked around camp and looked at all the repairs. So far our Chaos wall was holding out, but the camper's wall was not. Even though our side got hit more heavily and by the stronger monsters, it was the campers who's moral was dipping lower. Our troopers were still cheerful and friendly. We had some very seriously injured, but no one had died yet. The Chaos medics were the best so they were fully expected to survive.
The next week passed in a blur. I stared in amazement as our expert engineers put up gigantic stone walls, and built moats. Our Argos was raining down hell and death to any mobs. Argo III was a complete monster. Leo had built it to more modern weaponry with the same design, but bigger hull and storage. There was an indoor training arena, stables, tons of storage and indoor stables. There was a parking area with Chaos was tanks and vehicles. Automatic Chaos Steel guns lined the railing and some ballistae were sitting in the crow's nest. It had camouflage ability and instead of the old Argo II model, it had Chaos Steel plating and was black as nightmare. Right now we were going to test one of Leo's and Beckendorf's new tanks. The old one was bigger and slower, but this was incredible lightweight. Well, for a tank anyway. It was faster, and held more ammo. Leo and I clambered in; since my leg was injured I was the gunner. Radar and maps lined the walls and I controlled rotating cannon and two mini-guns on deck. We rolled into the continuous war and fired. Mobs were blown apart. They never stood a chance. When they noticed us, Leo simply turned us invisible. We wrecked two legions before coming back in. "I say that run was successful," Leo said happily. "Successful?! That tank kicked some monster ass!" I limped along and we watched as the compact tanks rolled up the ramp of the Argo III. "COMMANDER OF ARGOS HERE!" Leo yelled into his microphone, "PLEASE REPORT TO SEE IF YOU QUALIFY FOR A TANK!" I winced at that. I was standing a couple hundred feet away and if you were closer, you'd be deaf. David went up to talk to me, "Everyone is really comfortable right now and strong. We aren't losing the war," He said uncomfortably, "But it is the campers. They are losing and we always have to send some troops to shore up the line." I paused at that. I scowled. David saluted and walked away. "I'll have to talk to Irritum about that," I muttered to myself.
That evening for dinner, we sat out on the beach and ate. Steaming, hot pizza was in my silver plate. Jackie had noodles, and Perce had his cheese burger. I ate it and we chatted. "David said the campers need help. They can't hold their line." I said as the topic of war came up. Irritum frowned, "We need more gods to help." They have all the Olympians except for Zeus and Hades, but none of the minor gods have showed up. Plus even the gods are struggling." He said as he frowned in deep thought. Ignis said, "Well, no one has actually asked the dragons to help." The dragons were ancient, but powerful. We have one on our side. His name is Volcon. He is immensely powerful. There is said to be five. "If we get them on our side, Chaos will be happy. He has been looking for them for years!" I said. Ignis sighed, "But how they will overpower us, Materis." Irritum looked deep in thought. "Well, good night everyone." I left and went to sleep early to rest my leg.
The next morning, our scouts were saying the monster army was coming. And with it the first Primordial god. Nyx, goddess of night. But on the other side Chaos was saying we should come home. Something urgent was unfolding. Should we abandon Camp Half-Blood? Or should we stay and fight. Percy has a big decision to make next morning.
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