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Courtney's POV

Γεια σας παιδιά! Συγνώμη που πήρε τόσο καιρό για την ενημέρωση! Σε παρακαλώ συγχώρεσέ με! : '(
(Go to Google translate and search this up in Greek!)

You know that feeling you get when you know you're being watched? Well, besides by the gods, but, you can relate, right?

That's what I felt like at the moment.

Today had been a really weird day, considering a group of demigods tumbled down Half-Blood Hill this morning. Chiron had told us to continue on with our activities, and my best friend Michael Cheung and I headed off to our next class, paying the display no mind.

I'm a demigod, I've seen weirder.

So there we were at archery class, shooting blindly at the trees, trying to get a bulls eye. We both sucked at archery, Michael being a son of Hephaestus and me being the daughter of Poseidon. I'm better with water, and he's better with machinery, but Chiron insisted that we practice to improve our shooting skills. I hit the third bird in a row, and the fowl spiraled down into the treetops, and disappeared from view.

"Oh, come on!" I sighed as I spiked my bow on the ground, and Michael, who was to my right, laughed at my misfortune.

"At least you won't be hungry for the next few days," he joked, and I shot him my best I'd-kill-you-but-they-are-witnesses look.

He gulped, and continued shooting stray arrows. I turned back towards the field. I aimed my bow, my eyes fixed on an itty-bitty point far out in the distance. I took in a deep breath, and prayed to the twin archers, Artemis and Apollo, and had just let go of the arrow when a boy tumbled out of the trees and into the arrow's path. I dropped my bow and ran.

"MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!" I screamed, frantically flailing my arms to get his attention. The boy, who had been running across the archery field, stopped, and finally seemed to acknowledge the arrow that was hurtling toward his head. He yelped, ducked, and the arrow lodged itself into a tree a few yards behind from where he was standing moments before.

"Thanks!" he called out, and kept running, as I shook my head in exasperation.

That was when we heard it.

A large rumble, then another, shook the ground as trees began to go down in the forest. A third rumble followed suit, and the boy out on the field had gone pale.

"What is that?!" cried Reagan, a daughter of Ares, over the noise. Just then, one of the most horrible creatures I've ever seen emerged from the forest.

The creature resembled a lizard, with glossy, green scales that looked a shard as steel, and fangs dripping with venom. The only difference was, instead of a tail, there was another head, and the creature hissed as it regarded us. I couldn't tell which side was the rear, but judging from the look it was giving our group, I didn't want to know. It took all my willpower not to pee my pants.

"Amphisbaena!" cried one of the older campers as he aimed his bow and shot an arrow. The others proceeded to do the same, and I shot a few arrows in the creature's direction, but they just landed at Amphisbaena's feet. Where the Hades was Apollo when I needed him?

The boy was still running.

The first Amphisbaena head was fixed on the boy, but the other was facing us, spitting poisonous venom in our direction. Two campers were hit, and a new volley of arrows flew across the field, and the monster staggered on impact. Both heads were focused on us, and the Amphisbaena limped its way toward us. The boy had begun to slowly limp his way into the woods. Well, at least he was okay, right?

The Amphisbaena had reached us, and while a few of the younger demigods had begun to flee, the other kids and I stood firm, ready to give it our all. The monster narrowed its eyes, and was about to spit a shower of venom over us when, all of a sudden, the Amphisbaena, whose faces both had a look of shock and surprise written all over them, crumbled to dust. And standing in the monster's place, holding a celestial bronze shield and spear, was the very same boy who had fled into the forest. His bright, teal eyes scanned the crowd, and rested on me. I resisted the urge to blush, and I could almost swear on the River Styx that Michael was glaring holes into the boy.

"Um," he started in an Australian accent, running a hand through his blonde hair.

He smiled sheepishly.

"Hi, there. My name's Ben Hammer."

Kind of short, I know, but at least I updated, right?

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