"Hey!" I kicked the table over. I don't care if my siblings our under there. Percy and Annabeth are in Tartarus. They were probably more of a family than my brothers and sisters will ever be.

Ugh! Why is the world so cold? The world is so unfair? A child of Ares should never fell this- weak. That's it I feel-weak. It's a new feeling for me- and personally I hope I never have to feel it again. I race back to my cabin before anyone can hold me back. Everywhere I look the world is cold. The armor I throw on- the replacement for the ones Silena stole. And then died in. She was my best friend. The way Chris is calling my name. When he was trapped in the maze. Gone insane- I thought I couldn't save him. That time it had worked out good. But my luck has never been that good since then. I yank the strap on my breastplate and yelp; too tight. I loosen it and toss my helmet on. I check in the closet for the right weapon. Sword, daggers, or arrows. I grunt and kick my foot against the closet. I groan. That hurt. Usually I would think 'I am born for hurt- for war pain' but now I don't care. I feel weak and I need to get out. Back to my issue. Bow and arrows, sword or dagger. A sword would be my usual choice. I'd make it a pure ark of destruction. Or a dagger- short leaps and jabs to hurt. But now I can't. Swords, I've seen those in action before. Mainly from Percy. Who is now in Tartraus. Or daggers. Annabeth was the queen of daggers. Who is also in Tartarus. That leaves me with bow and arrow. Sighing I swing a set over my shoulder and whirl around.

Chris is standing in the doorway staring aimlessly over my shoulder. I glance behind me and turn bright red. I slam my closet door shut and Chris smirks. He has tears in his eyes yet he can still make me smile. I don't even call him a weakling for crying. I'm about to cry too.

"Let's meet in the arena. K? I'm just going to get a bow set and check in on my siblings."

"You can use one of mine. I have several"

Just as I'm grabbing a spare set Chris clears his throat. "Yeh, bout that- I can't actually lift that one up. At all."

I roll my eyes. "Fine, but let me come with you. "

"I'm pretty sure I can get my own my own bow from my bed, Clarisse."

I blink back tears, "Fine- I'll just." I sprint out of the cabin and to the arena. I can't show that much weakness. But I just don't want to let him out of my sight. I've lost so many people after letting them out of my sight. I hate to admit it but I already thought I'd lost Percy and Annabeth- after the CSS Biringham blew up. Back then I'd never show the weakness- but now Chris opened my eyes in many ways. Mainly because he doesn't care what other people think about him. He doesn't mind showing fear. I do.

I take raise my bow and notch an arrow. I shoot at the dummies. I impale at least 20 arrows in a minute. I don't think straight. I hear hoof beats behind me. Two, strong hands clamp down on my shoulders. I flinch.

"Shh. Calm down. Deep breaths, Clarisse"

I fall down and start crying. Chiron shh's me and rubs my back. I absolutely hate feeling and being this weak but I can't help it. He falls down to his knees. Whatever you can call them on a horse. Annabeth would know. I shudder involuntarily. He strokes my back and looks over my shoulder. "My dear girl- I must leave now."

I am completely and utterly shocked. Chiron is like a father to me. He is to a lot of kids here. Why would he leave me now. Then I realize that it must be hard for him, too. Annabeth was like his daughter. More than another of the other campers. He laughs softly as if he read my thoughts. "Someone else is here for you." He gets up and leaves me as a heap on the arena floor. I hear him canter off and start to get up. Another set of hands fall on my shoulders. These are much younger and weaker. This pair is more fragile, gently and even a little scared. Who? I peek over my shoulder and see Chris. He leans against me and runs his fingers through my hair. He is crying too.

I sigh and feel myself being pulled against the wall. It's too much for me. Chris chuckles. I turn myself half-way around and stare. "How-What are you laughing at?" Chris smiles at me and says, "I was thinking about that prank we pulled on Percy and Annabeth here- you now after the Battle of Manhattan?"

I turn and smile, yeh of course I remember I think. I nod. We had (with the help of the Hephaestus cabin) jinxed up a dummy and when Percy and Annabeth sliced it apart- it exploded into fireworks and confetti. Music came on and cameras leaped up. Their faces were priceless. We even made the cameras connect to the TVs on Olympus and the gods were watching. They danced and kissed but Annabeth and Percy were way to smart for us. Or maybe I was just Annabeth. They pulled Chris and I in the spotlight and we went viral. It was hilarious (and totally embarrassing).

That was on Labor Day weekend. The one of last time we were all together. I think of all those funny times we had together- all the good and bad times we stood next to each other. I know them well enough to know they won't give up- not on each other. Not on their friends and family. The wouldn't give up on the camp-not on us. I know this and I know that they will survive.

I lean my head back just in time to see Malcolm run into the woods. It still must be hard for him- she was- is his sister. But no one wants pity. Not Chiron- not Malcolm and certainly not me. Even if it is still hard I know that if I concentrate on the good times and believe in them- then they will survive. My heart feels lighter. I smile and I realize that for now, until more was known; I had moved on.

Okay- haven't been getting that many reviews anymore, lets get back up! And don't forget to read An Average Day in New York City. I'm considering doing a reading the series- series. Two 'Do it's' and I'll do it. Let me know- next up Chris. -WaterMimi23 ~