A/N: Chapter seven is up. Read it. Review it. Point out my mistakes.

Piper soared across the field of monsters, cornucopia in hand. They were everywhere. On the ground, in the sky, and even in the trees. She watched with fascinated horror as the line continued on for miles. She didn't even know there were that many monsters ever created, much less working for Gaea. How Gaea got them to all obey her, she would probably never find out.

Piper looked up above her to find Jason looking down with concern and fury at the beasts attacking his new home. He had been at Camp Half-Blood for only a few months, and yet he treated it as if he had been raised there his whole life. "Piper, look!" Jason yelled down.

She followed his finger to where he was pointing. There, in the middle of the army of monsters, were small monsters; weak minded and easy to kill. Piper knew, though, that if they ever reached camp, their sheer mass would destroy them.

She watched the hundreds of small monsters and tried to figure out which ones would be easiest to kill. She saw skeletons, harpies, baby cyclopes, and a large number of clay dolls.

Piper's body racked with a shiver. She had never seen anything so lifeless but so determined before; not even the skeletons. They were the size of a human and they carried bricks for weapons. Their eyes, along with the rest of their bodies, were a solid brownish reddish color. The color you could only get by mixing blood with mud.

She saw one look up at her and smile. The corners of it's mouth turned upward until Piper thought that it's face might break. It's mouth reached it's eyes, and Piper thought she just might be able to stick a roasted ham in there if it kept on going.

Then it opened it's mouth.

The doll's lip curled until she could see it's teeth. They were razor-sharp and pure white. It opened it's mouth even wider. It's teeth stretched with it, until it's mouth was open a full foot, but still the doll's long teeth touched opposite ends; the front teeth touching the bottom part of it's mouth, and the bottom touching the top. It hissed at her, and Piper screamed.

She shot it with a cantaloupe from her cornucopia.

The monster's head splintered into a million clay pieces, and it crumbled into dry dust.

Piper saw that she had shot the cantaloupe with such ferocity that it made a crater two feet deep in the ground.

"What's the matter?" Jason yelled down at her.

"The monsters!"

"What about it?" he brought himself lower so he could fly next to her.

"They're made of clay."

Jason looked closer, and Piper saw his eyes widen. "The Gaea Monster."

"The what?"

"Gaea's most prized destroyers. They regenerate ten times as fast as regular monsters." He looked at Piper, a shakiness in his eyes. "They were lost from history. And now...Gaea has brought them back. He flew closer to the clay dolls, examining them. Three of them turned their heads and hissed, and Jason easily cracked them with a gust of wind. "They're easy to kill," he said, returning to her. "But there are so many of them that it'll be harder."

Piper nodded and continued to stare down at the mass of living clay figures. Then she flipped the cornucopia around in her hand and aimed it at a group of dolls. "Let's do this.

Holly sighed. There was no way the Mud Boy could get the fairies on his side. He could get a few, yes, but the whole race? It was impossible.

Then again, Artemis had done the impossible many times before. He had died, for instance, and came back to life. In a different body.

Holly studied her eyes in the glassy wood in front of her. One eye was blue, the other was hazel. Artemis used to have the opposite color-one hazel, the other blue-but ever since he had entered his new body, his eyes had remained blue.

"So you're saying that you want the entire fairy population to drop what they're doing and go and help you?"

"Not to help me, Council Member Shine, but the entire world." Artemis paused, then looked around at the rest of the council. He noticed how much likeness they had to the Greek and Roman councils. They sat in a "U" shape, and there were twelve of them. All of them were very old, and some weren't even fairies. "And not just the fairies, either, Member Shine," Artemis continued, "but the dwarves, goblins, pixies, demons and any other race that may out of contact from the human world."

Artemis watched as, one by one, the council member's jaws dropped. Some uttered exclamations of surprise, but in all, Artemis saw disgust in their eyes. An old dwarf's eye twitched, and then a loud sound and a smell of stink erupted from him.

The pixie he was originally talking to had wrinkles under his eyes. He barked loudly, "We will not tolerate this, Artemis Fowl. You cannot barge in here demanding our help against something that was not even heard of until today." The pixie fluttered above his chair, a nervous tick in his left shoulder. His green skin glistened with sweat in the fluorescent lighting.

"This is the world we are talking about here, Councilor Shine. If you do not help, we may not survive to see another day." Artemis checked his watch, then sighed and shoved his arm behind his lower back.

"We have no evidence that this...race even exists." Shine scratched behind a pointed ear, then said, "Give us proof, and we'll consider it."

Artemis pointed to Percy down the table, who had his head on his hand and was studying the dwarves and fairies and pixies intently. "This boy," Percy turned his head toward him, "is all the proof you will ever need." Artemis nodded his head. "Do your thing, Percy."

Percy raised an eyebrow and pulled out the ballpoint pen he always carried around with him. He held it away from himself and flicked the lid off. The pen expanded into a three foot long sword made of bronze, and Percy stood up.

"This here," he twirled his sword around, "is called Anaklusmos. I have heard that you understand all languages, so you will be able to translate it easily." He rested the tip of it on the ground and waited for their reactions.

Stunned, twelve voices breathed, "Riptide."

Holly looked at the Mud Boy. He named his sword? Holly went through the day's past events in her head, and she suddenly burst into hysterical laughter.

Everyone stared at her, but she continued to laugh. Artemis remained impassive, and he watched her as tears rolled down her face.

When she was done, Holly covered her mouth and wiped her eyes. "I'm sorry, Councilors, but this day has proved to be too much for me." She looked at Artemis, and he nodded his head, as if he knew what she was thinking. He probably did. "Please excuse me." Holly got up and left, stopping only to push her chair back under the table.

Artemis watched her leave, then turned his attention back on the council. "Please excuse her abnormal behavior. She has had a rather...perplexing day."

He watched as twelve eyebrows rose and fell in unison.

Shine nodded to Percy. "Continue the display of your talents. We would like to know what these...half-bloods can do."

Percy amazed them all by performing feats with water and showing them many different tricks. He showed them how he had trained with his sword, and he talked a lot about Camp Half-Blood. He felt they were wasting time, but he knew that the fairies' help would be extravagant for their chances for success.

Artemis kept his mind split in three directions: One part of brain was focused on what Percy and the council were doing. The second part was reviewing his plans. The third part, though, was filled with boredom. This hardly ever happened to him, so he decided to study the fairies' architecture.

Artemis already knew how the whole of Haven was planned out, including how the building were built, with what supplies, and who they were made by. But he couldn't help admiring how the faries and humans thought so alike.

The courtroom he was in right now looked like any other courtroom. It had wood tables, chairs, and rows of pews behind him. Instead of one judge's booth, though, it had twelve. The room was the biggest in Haven, he knew, and contained the most wood. The faries hardly ever got to go to the surface, and he knew wood was priceless down here. The fact that he had gotten the council together so quickly still amazed him. It usually took days, or even weeks, to call them together. But when Artemis Fowl, who saved the world countless times, drops in the middle of Haven with an embarrassed fairy and a confused demigod, someone is going to notice.

Percy finished up talking and walked back to his seat. The council was silent for a while, then said, "We will discuss this privately, and then we will let you know our decision." They got up and went out a door in the back, where Artemis knew there was a separate room, and shut the door.

Percy exhaled. "So," he said, "what now?"

"Now we wait on their final decision."

"And if it's a no?"

"It won't be a 'no.'"

Percy leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. "How do you know so much, Artemis Fowl?" He stretched his arms up behind him and propped his legs on the wooden table.

"Because," he said, "I do."

Holly walked the halls, searching for something, anything, to keep her mind off of what was at hand. The end of the world, and here she was underground, cowering away from her enemies. She should be up there, fighting with the demigods and Butler. But Artemis wanted her here, and anyways she didn't know what good she could do by killing monster after monster. She saw how many there were, if only for a brief second. It would take more than muscle and manpower to take them down. It would take brains, and there weren't that many up there.

Holly somehow found herself standing outside of Foaly's office. The windows were tinted, as usual, and the only sound she heard were the computers from his workers outside his office. She glanced at Foaly's nephew, and he nodded at her and mumbled something in the unicorn language. She shuddered when she remembered her days as a teenager.

No one bothered her. The only people in the room were geeky faries and nerdy pixies and the occasional centaur. Anyways, she was the famous Captain Holly Short who saved the world multiple times. Everyone knew her. She could get away with anything, nowadays. The only trouble she ever had, though, was getting Foaly to notice her, which was like bringing the dead back to life. Which she had, of course.

She knocked on the soundproof wall. "Foaly, I'm coming in!"

She looked at the camera then focused on the lower eye scanner. There was one for centaurs, faries, and one for Foaly's personal assistant, a short pixie by the name of Ally.

She saw a red light pass over her eye, and then she heard Foaly's recorded voice say, "Captain Holly Short. Access granted."

Holly heard a click, and the metal door slid open. She hesitated, then walked inside.

The room was large, dark, and full of computers. Lights flashed against the far wall, and Holly glanced Foaly's outline. As she walked toward him, she watched his computer screens. They were different things on every screen, but the footage was all the same: The war at Camp Half-Blood.

"Foaly."

The centaur jumped, and his tail smacked her in the face. "Who's there?" he said. Then he noticed her unmistakable dark red hair from the light of the computers and a wide grin split his face. "Holly! Are you okay?"

Holly grabbed him in a bear hug, her arms wrapping around his waist. "Hey, Foaly." she said. "Yeah, I'm fine." She lifted her head from his stomach and smiled. "Just came to say hello while I could." She meant for it to come out happy-sounding, but she sounded solemn.

Foaly's face turned serious. "The battle. Have you seen it?"

Holly nodded and said, "Yeah. I've been there."

"To Camp Half-Blood?" He sounded shocked. "Who gave you permission to enter?"

"I don't know. Some girl named Annabeth."

"Chase?"

"Uh, yeah. How'd you know?" She stepped back so she could see him better, and he turned on a nearby lamp. She blinked and squinted her eyes.

"Were there any other demigods with her?"

"Yeah. You're starting to sound a lot like Artemis, Foaly. Tell me what's going on."

Foaly's eyes lit up. "I should have known. That little genius..." He turned to one of his computers and started typing. "Where is he now?"

"Artemis? I don't know. He's with the council members right now in the courtroom." She paused, watching his eyes grow wide with amazement. "With some guy name Percy."

Foaly's eye twitched, and he lifted himself out of his customized centaur-chair his wife gave him for his birthday. "A demigod...is in Haven?" he croaked. "Why didn't you tell me before, Holly?"

"I just got here, like, half an hour ago. Don't blame me." She looked him in the eye. "I thought you were the one with all the technology, Foaly. Didn't you spot Artemis, me, and a shaggy-haired teenager falling out of the middle of nowhere into Haven?"

Foaly raised a sharp eyebrow. "And how did you get here, Holly? Did you use a transport?"

Holly hesitated. Then she said, "How about I tell you the whole story, Foaly. Then you can go have a brainy conversation with Artemis when I'm done."

Foaly nodded his head eagerly. "Tell me, Holly."

Holly smiled, then said, "Promise not to tell Artemis that I told you this?"

"I promise," he said a little too quickly. "And then I'll help you in whatever way I can."

Hazel put the last remaining bits of celestial bronze into the pile she had made. She was so worn out from lifting so much metal from the ground that she had to sit down.

Hazel stared at the pile of metal and watched as the sunlight glinted off of it and onto the surrounding trees, making it seem like she was on a different world entirely.

It had not been easy finding celestial bronze en masse. She had started near the edge of the woods and worked her way inwards, stopping only to pile it up in a clearing she found. She had then continued on, getting deeper and deeper into the forest until she had to walk half a mile just to carry it back to the pile. It was hard work lifting metal from the ground, especially precious metal like celestial bronze. Celestial bronze was only mined from Mount Olympus, so it was extremely hard to get. The bits and scraps she found were from weapons half-bloods had left in the woods and from angry gods who threw it off Olympus, making small craters seemingly appear from out of nowhere and causing her to trip. It had not been easy, but she had gathered up enough to come up to her waist, and was thrice as thick around.

Hazel's calvary sword was made from imperial gold, but she would have preferred it to have been made of celestial. They were both the same to her, except that bronze lasted longer than gold, she knew. Now that she thought about it, she could have made a sword from pure diamond if she wanted to, but it would take weeks to find the right materials, and years to forge them together. It would be a perfect sword, yes, but she would have to find a perfect forger. Hephaestus, maybe, but...

She was interrupted from her train of thought by a loud yell. A shadow fell across her, and she looked up. She watched as hundreds of pegasi raced above her, a combination of different colors. There were dark black, blinding white, chocolate brown, and some were speckled with spots across their shoulders and sides. She even spotted a pink polka-dotted one.

Hazel's mouth fell open as she sensed a huge amount of imperial gold heading her way. It couldn't be. Impossible. The Romans wouldn't help them, even if the world was about to end. Never.

Hazel gathered her strength and pushed the pile of celestial bronze underground. She ran back toward the battle, whooping as loud as she could. As she ran, she dragged the bronze behind her underground. She had never carried so much metal before, but she felt a new surge of energy. The Romans were here to help them.

When she arrived at the Big House, she stopped carrying the metal and kept on running. She felt a drain in her strength, but she ignored it and continued to sprint toward the strawberry field.

She figured the centaur guy was Chiron, so when she stopped, breathless, in front of him, she called his name. "Chiron! The Romans are here!"

Chiron looked up at the sky and saw the pegasi. He set his jaw and said, "Thank you. My I inquire of your name, young lady?"

"Hazel."

He broke out into a grin, which lifted Hazel's spirits even more, for she hadn't seen a smile in a long time. "Ah, Hazel. I have heard much about you, young lady." He gestured with his arm toward the whole of the camp. "Well, welcome to Camp Half-Blood. Butler here has told that you went to find celestial bronze?" He nodded toward Butler, who jutted his chin out and continued to study the battle.

"Yeah, I placed it outside of the Big House." She paused, then said, "I get to see it every day when I eat on the Argo II."

His face relaxed a fraction, and he said, "Thank you, Hazel, for your help." He looked at the Romans, who were dismounting, then said, "You have training in the Roman guard, correct?" She nodded her head, and he said, "Would you accompany to greet them? I'm sure they would feel more comfortable with one of their...brethren around."

"Yes, I would like that very much. Thank you."

"Thank you Miss Hazel."

Hazel jogged along beside him as he trotted quickly toward the Big House, slowing down so she could keep up with his elegant strides.

"How did the Romans get past the borders, anyways?" Hazel asked.

"I suppose it was weak enough for them to get past it easily."

Hazel nodded, and they arrived in front of the Big House.

A scarecrow-thing of a boy walked up and took his helmet off. He had multiple teddy bears strapped to his belt, along with the traditional Roman gladius and a javelin.

He jutted out his chin and said, "Where's Reyna?"

Hazel stared at him for a few second, then said, "Hello, Octavian. This is Chiron. I'm sure you remember me, don't you?"

He scowled. "Yes, I remember you. You're the little girl who's the daughter of Pluto. How could I forget?"

They stared at each other for a couple more seconds, then Chiron said, "Well, it's nice to meet you, Octavian. To answer your question, though, Reyna is fighting right now. She's a good warrior, and she volunteered to help in the battle."

Octavian's scowl deepened. "I want to speak with her. Now."

Hazel's face turned red, and in a burst of anger, said, "You have no control here, Octavian. If you want to speak to Reyna, you're going to have to fight to get to her! And if you can't do that, then leave with your stupid teddy bears and watch the world burn!"

Octavian studied her for a moment. Then he said, "We are not cowards. If we have to fight to get to Reyna, then so be it."

Chiron cleared his throat, then said, "If you really want to talk to Reyna, then I can go get her for you." He gave a warning look to Hazel. "But it might be a while before I can get word to her again."

Octavian jutted his chin out, then said, "Whatever, old man. But we're going to fight no matter what." He looked straight into Chiron's eyes, and he said, "Not for your camp, but for out world. We live in it, too."

Chiron nodded his head. "Of course. I expected nothing less from a Roman."

Octavian cocked his head. "Of course not."

The door at the back of the courtroom opened. The twelve council member walked out, one by one, and they took their seats. Once settled, Shine slammed his gavel down three times and said, "Artemis Fowl the second!"

Artemis tilted his head at Percy, and he raised an eyebrow. He rose and walked so he was in front of his table. He looked the council members over to see what their final decision had been. He noticed some of them had sour faces, but the rest kept their emotions hidden. They were good, but Artemis was better, and he felt confidence returning to himself. He knew what they were going to say.

"We have one more question to ask before we make our final decision."

Artemis squared his jaw and said, "Whatever may that be, Council Member Shine?"

Artemis knew what Shine was going to ask next, but he still had to suppress a smile when Shine said, "We want to know how you expect thousands of faries, dwarves, demons, pixies, and any other 'magical' creature willing to fight to Manhattan." Shine watched Artemis, but he gave nothing away. "Most of the fairy population is located under Ireland, as you well know. We are also under France and London and many other countries, but we still want to know how. How are you going to move us thousands of miles away? By wing or by any nautical means is impractical. If what you say is true, then we have no time to spare."

This time Artemis let the smile show. The corners of his lips tilted up in a vampire grin and he chuckled. He reached inside his jacket and produced the sphere Leo had made. "By this, Council Member Shine." He noticed their confused expressions, and said, "It is a portal, you might say. To anywhere or place you might want to be." He held it out on the palm of his hand.

The council members looked skeptical. After the moment of initial shock passed by, Shine said, "And you expect us to believe that you can..." he spread his hands, "travel through that thing?"

They needed assurance that what Artemis told them was real. And they needed it fast, or else Artemis doubted they would be able to make a quick decision. He took his red-tinted, mirrored sunglasses off, allowing them to mesmerize him if they wanted to. It was risky, but the world was at stake, and Artemis thought that it might require some risk to save the world.

"Yes, I do, Shine. And if you don't believe me, then the world ends. I honestly don't think that you have a choice, Council Member."

The pixie gulped and exchanged looks with the rest of the council. After a few excruciatingly long seconds, Shine finally said, "We agree to this, Artemis Fowl. We agree to help you fight this evil." He raised his gavel, and brought it down hard three more times. "And may the gods, or whatever there is out there, have mercy on us."

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