Chapter 8

By the time Annabeth stopped running I was pooped. I'd had plenty of pratice running away from onsters but not through the woods. Usually I had alleys to turn down and buildings to hide in. Out her there were trees, trees and more trees. I was falling behind with carter and I was clinging to his sleeve as tight as I bow on my back was heavier than it looked and the daggers seemed to wiggled weirdly at my waist. I was so scared oftripping incase I impaled myself.

"This has been quite a day hasn't it? " I try to make conversation with Carter.

"AHM."

"Are you going to tell me what happened