Nico's PVO

Waking up was a nightmare. Pain shot threw me in every direction. I was still in my dragon form, and Annabeth was strewn across my back. Guilt flooded my thoughts as I realized I could have gotten her killed. I painfully got up to my scaled limbs and carefully walked out of the heavily treed woods into a large clearing. I swiftly got Annabeth off my back and gently laid her on the grass with my teeth. After I did that I turned back to my human self. I saw the cuts and gashes start to mend themselves and settled into the grass.

Annabeth stirred a few minutes later, and I got up. Her grey eyes looked into my darker ones. Her eyes were filled with worry.

"Annabeth, are you okay?" I asked walking up to her.

"I'm fine, but are YOU fine? You flippin' dropped out of the air like you died!" Annabeth screamed as she slapped me.

I hissed as her hand came into contact with a new, sore bruise. She immediately knew she just hurt me as she backed away stuttering an apology. I ignored it and turned my attention to my surroundings. I recognized the aura this place gave off, and I groaned. Annabeth turned to look at me and asked the silent question of: What?

"We're in Spain. I've been here before and with the humidity in the air, we're near the coast. By the way, do you have any nectar or ambrosia?" I said threw gritted teeth.

"Uhmm, yeah I do. Here" She answered whilst tossing a baggie of the brownie tasting squares and I took one.

I gave her back the baggie and stated to move. She followed and helped me navigate where to go. Okay, neither of us knew where we were going but we were trying. After hours of wandering we ran into a little family as we were walking.

"¿Hacia dónde vas?" the father asked

"La ciudad más cercana." Annabeth said back.

"Teruel." The mother said.

"Gracias." I said.

"Adiós extraños!" the little girl shouted as we walked off.

"I didn't know you speak Spanish." Annabeth said.

"That's almost all I know." I groaned.

The pain in the neck was starting to ease up but the pain was persistent. But I ignored Annabeth when tried to get us to rest. I wanted to get out of Spain as quick as possible. As we neared Teruel, I looked around. I swiftly got back into my dragon form and crotched down for Annabeth to get on. When she settled I took off, making sure the mortals couldn't see us and flew toward Greece. As we neared the mountain, we saw the army of Gaia and our army facing each other. Talking, yelling or just arguing, we couldn't tell. I flew toward the old Gods' home and perched near the edge.

-MEANWHILE-

"Why are you doing this!" screamed Lord Zeus.

"Because you destroyed you own father, and your time of rule has ENDED a long time AGO!" Gaia snarled, "Your army cannot stop us, not even you pet Syris can stop us!"

"Syris? What Syris?" Poseidon asked.

"Nico is the Syris." Hades offered up.

Zeus turned on Hades with confusion clear in his eyes.

"Why weren't we informed of this? Why didn't you tell any of us?" Hera asked before Zeus could.

As an answer, Hades only shrugged. Ignoring the others, he glanced up at the mountain and saw a scaled beast perched at the top. After searching the aura, he confirmed it was Nico's aura, along with that girl, Annabeth'. His son was waiting, most likely for a surprise attack.

-BACK TO NICO AND ANNABETH-

I looked over the edge of the floating Olympus and at the armies. Hades familiar aura surrounded me and I concluded he was making sure it was me. After an hour of waiting a snarl was heard behind me and I glanced around. A tall white dragoness was now near a stone pedestal of Artemis and Apollo. Another growl had me putting Annabeth back on my back. I looked over back at the edge, and promptly stepped off in a free-fall.

I glanced up just in time to dodge a fire stream, but then had to pull up and almost crashed into the hard earth.

"Annabeth!" several screams were heard.

I snarled at the white dragon, but then I almost choked on her aura. This was a she-dragon, another Syris, with her mate upon her back. Syris battles, I read, are not at all fun. There's always a fight to the death. The winner kills the Syris-mate and leaves victorious, while the Syris suffers as he/she dies as his/her mate dies. It's a very complicated process and it'll come natural to me I I'm ever in one. She shook her mate off her back and I did the same with Annabeth. Both went back to the right side, and the she-Syris stood up on the hind legs, while spreading her wings barring her teeth as well. I copied the stance and dropped back down.

-3rdPERSON PVO-

"What are they doing?" Percy asked as Nico circled the female.

"The she-Syris incited a Syris battle. A Syris battle goes on till the other cannot continue; the winner kills the others' Syris mate." Annabeth said, worry creeping into her voice.

"The female looks smaller than Nico. Why's that?" Thalia asked.

"She's younger, most likely recently turned," Annabeth said, "Nico was small when we first saw him, not that we knew it was him, but he was fairly small then. He's just gotten bigger in size and strength."

Snarling was filling the clearing, but neither dragon attacked the other. They noticed though each dragon sizing the other up. Weighing options, possibilities of winning: losing. Nobody knew who'd win, because a Syris battle was never clear, never certain. One dragon may be very strong, the other weak. The strong may win, the weak may win. This was going through everyone's head as the dragons stilled.

And lunged, teeth and claws aiming to kill the other.

How was it? I hope I did well. I had this chapter written for days but couldn't re-find it to publish it. Hop you don't mind the late update.

E.F12 out. PEACE!