Hi people. I'm sorry for not updating in a while. I've had writer's block and whenever I opened up the word document and read through the last few paragraphs I'd wrote I just couldn't think. But hey, here it is at last. I'm not quite sure of the quality of some of my writing, but I did my best. Enjoy. xxx


Hazel was home. Her family – her family was alive again. The Romans hadn't murdered them. It had all been a... dream. The word was enough to snap Hazel out of her joy. She' wasn't dreaming; it was a flashback. A glimpse of happier times.

Almost on cue, a twelve year old version of herself walked into the light of the dancing flames. Every evening they lit the bonfire to keep away the bad spirits which came out at night. It was the one hour of darkness, once the sun had sunk below the horizon, which Hazel loved. They'd sing, and sometimes dance, and tell stories of worse and better times.

Her whole family – together. Her mother, who cared for her children, keeping them in line when they wandered astray. Her father, the family's rock, their leader. But Hazel knew just the right way to speak to him to soften him up. Make him tickle her until she got the hiccups. Her two younger brothers, Badrani and Bello. Badrani meant 'full moon', because he had been born at midnight. Bello meant 'helper', thought that was just proof that names carried no prophecy. And the elders, her grandmother and grandfathers. It was a nice life.

And then the Romans had come. They had said they were friends. They had come to find out about her life, and no life could be better than theirs, so they showed them. They showed them the camels and the dogs. The hunting tools and the fire and the religion and the rituals. And in repayment, they took away Hazel, her brothers and her mother, and killed the rest.

Hazel's eyes shot open. She gasped, the flashback bringing a sudden end to her rest. The sea churned around them. A colossal fin rose, and then forcefully smashed down. The wave created was as tall as a ship, and it was a wonder the raft hadn't capsized. Hazel screamed, clinging to the side. The Greek princess and a boy she'd never seen before were lying unconscious in the curve of the wood. Frank was trying to hold them on.


Percy didn't know which way was up and which was down. He was spiralling down through the ocean after being knocked out for a few seconds by the Ketos Aithiopios, and was fighitng frantically to get to the surface. The water hadn't healed him as it usually did. He supposed it was because he was too fatigued; even water had it's limits.

Finally the prince managed to regain himself. He was around fifteen meters deep. Above him, he could make out the shape of what was happening, and it didn't look good. The raft had wandered far to the side somehow, and the sea-creature was perusing it like a dog after a rabbit. And supposedly with the same horrific intention.

Annabeth was on that raft, and Piper. He needed to get back to them. He needed to ensure their safety. That monster was making fast progress, so he acted upon instinct, using his ability to talk to the monster through its thoughts. It was an art he'd always tried to avoid. It creeped himself and others out, but now was no time to fuss.

'Not them," he said firmly. The monster did a surprised half turn jump which might have been comical if he weren't in a life or death situation. It cocked it's head.

'No humans?'

'No, go away." For a moment, Percy actually believed it would work. Then the creature seemed to realise it was being tricked. It's lidless eyes fixed on the demi-god. It drew it's twitching lips up slowly, exposing its deadly teeth. And swam towards him with deadly intention.


Jason shook his head. Stupid, stupid- a praetor and commander of a fleet should do better than to be froze by trauma while all around him they were under attack, in danger on being capsized and the Prince of Athens had just fell into the churning Ionian sea housing a currently very annoyed and most likely hungry sea monster.

He understood that they were enemies, but when you actually enter a life or death situation and they aren't the ones making it lethal, life tends to bond you most frustratingly. After saving his life and watching him save Annabeth, it made Perseus seem much more human to Jason than most Romans.

As he recovered from his mild trauma, Jason began to hyperventilate almost strait away. Perseus was – what? Dead? Or about to be killed. The raft's other inhabitants were far too occupied with looking after themselves and each other, meaning Jason was the only one aware of Perseus' absence. He drew this sword, Ivlivs, and plunged into the blue.


While the Ketos Aithiopios approached at alarming speed, Percy used his remaining strength to propel himself to the surface. He could have made it if he'd had a few more seconds, but he didn't. The monster's tail collided with him intentionally, sending him spinning to the side. It knocked stars into his vision, and pain shot down his leg and arm. Inside his head, he could hear the creatures deafening chanting: 'die, son of Poseidon; son of Neptune. Die die die!' Needless to say, Percy didn't obey.

Again the monster charged. Percy fumbled at his belt, drawing Riptide. He slashed repeatedly at it's eyes. Every time it approached, he used the currents to spring himself upwards, stabbing at the face, its weakest spot. Finally, he made one last stab and slash, and the water exploded into gold.

The last thing Percy could remember was sinking, and thinking 'can I even breathe underwater when I'm unconscious?' Then he blacked out.


Sorry sorry sorry. I love cliffhangers; they're the best way to end a chapter. Please review because 1. It will make me update faster and 2. It makes my day. Thankyou for reading!