Once again I forget to upload something that has been sitting in my computer for a while now. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy. (And if you spot any kind of mistake anywhere in the chapter, let me know please.)

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Why Demigods always come in threes

I don't remember how I got out of the mountain or where I was. All I know is that when I opened my eyes to a star studded sky, my welcoming committee was a dragon with nine heads and no wings.

Petrified?

You bet I was!

Without thinking, I got up and ran for my life up the nearest, tallest tree; the nine headed dragon close behind me. Unfortunately, before I was even halfway up the tree, I realised that my left shoulder wasn't working. It killed to try and move it. But with the monster after me, I had no chance to take a look at it. So it was that I had to scramble up the tree with only one hand.

One branch… two branches… three… what the?!

I looked down. The nine headed monster was right below me. Looking up, branch number four was melting. Looking down again, one of the monster's nine mouths was glowing green. There was only thing that could mean. The stupid thing could spit acid!

I guess the saying is true; out of the frying pan, into the fire.

I did the natural thing in a situation like this: I dived out of the tree and ran for the next one.

Of course, the monster had to realise that I had escaped the first tree and came after me. How did I know this? My next tree disintegrated before my eyes after about three acid balls were shot at me. I dodged (which in only natural), but trees can't dodge. Needless to say, I had to find a new tree to hide in.

The next tree I chose just so happened to be a small one. There weren't that many branches on it. Just my luck. And, of course, it was on the fourth branch that my scary fangirl decided that she (at least I think the monster was a she) wanted me to be her husband again. Why do I say this? Because branch number five quickly became 'Tree a la Bye-Bye'.

So it was that the two of us played a dangerous game of cat and mouse. Me – the mouse – I would run up a tree. The monster behind me – also known as the cat – would chase after me and spit acid at the trees I was trying to climb. And so the cycle would start again. Did I mention this was a very dangerous game? I'm just lucky I didn't manage to do anymore harm to myself than I already had.

However, my ears picked up in the sound of rushing water not far ahead of where I was running. Hoping to be rid of my mutated stalker, I somehow managed to gain some unknown speed and charged right for the sound of the water. Sure enough, as I jumped behind a nearby tree to avoid another acid ball, I noticed the small lake. It wasn't that far away (thank God! My legs were starting to get tired), so I hurried to the edge and dived in.

That's when I discovered something else about the nine-headed creep following me. I was making my way down the lake gently, using my only functional arm to help keep me afloat while the water carried me along, when I heard a massive splash almost as if Jayden had jumped in behind me. Trying not to panic, I looked behind me and I nearly had heart failure.

Of course the thing had to know how to swim!

And here I thought that the water would be my saviour. So much for that plan.

Somehow, I managed to get to the other side of the lake and ran for my life. I was running for so long that my vision was starting to blur from exhaustion. Before I knew it, there was a fence in front of me. The good thing; it wasn't an electrical fence. The bad thing; I still ran into it.

The few seconds it took me to regain consciousness nearly cost me my life. Why do I say this, you wonder? I'll tell you. That stupid monster was still following me. To be honest, I was beginning to wonder why it hadn't bothered giving up yet. Either way – after I heard the crash of a falling tree – I ducked under the fence and grabbed the first thing I could find.

Just my luck, I had to run into a rake. To give you a mental picture, think of one of those 'Looney Toons' or 'Tom and Jerry' cartoons were there's a rake lying on the ground and Tom the cat would run onto the prongs of the rake and cause the wooden handle to wack him in the face. That's pretty much what happened to me. However, unlike in the cartoons, when I was sure I wasn't going to be stepping on any more gardening tools, I picked up the rake and turned to face the monster stalker with my new found weapon.

Word of caution; never use gardening rakes on angry nine-headed monsters that can swim and spit acid at you. As soon as the monster was in range, I swung the rake at the closest head. The rake went right through as if the thing was just a hologram. I'm ashamed to admit but I think I soiled myself at that moment.

Upon discovery of the useless tool, I dropped it and ran… right over a massive golden log.

CRAACK!

That was the sound I heard as I hit the ground. For a few minutes there, I had absolutely no idea what had happened, where I was or what that cracking sound was. Then the pain hit. I thought being rescued by that golden gryphon was painful, but I'm telling you, it was nothing compared to this. I had tears filling my eyes, it hurt that much. Even the screaming that I was almost sure I was doing couldn't get through the barrier of pain that surrounded my mind.

Somehow, after a blinding flash of light that I thought was lightning, I managed to turn to look at my left arm. I had no idea that my hand could point that way or my arm in that position. Then it dawned on me. My arm was broken. Great! Things just had to get worse didn't they?

Just as I was trying to figure out the best was to fix my arm (without any money involved because I didn't have any on me), I noticed the golden log turn to look at me. Only, when I second-glanced it, I found out that it wasn't really a log. It was a massive golden python with pale blue eyes that didn't seem to fit a snake. With a gentle flick of its tail onto my broken arm (which surprisingly didn't hurt like it should have), the snake began to sliver away.

By this time, I was wondering if I was going insane or not. That snake definitely looked like it wanted me to follow it. I also had reason to believe that that snake had numbed the pain in my arm with its tail. But something else was playing on my mind as I got up and followed the snake away from the seemingly empty house. If I wasn't going insane… did that mean that I really was like Lee and his friends?

If I was like them, then I have a pretty good guess as to why three of them came to get one person. If ever they were attacked like I was, they'd know exactly where they stood in that particular fight. And if I was with them… I could see it instantly. I would be the one lying on the ground panicking and in pain because of my stupidity, Lee would be the one telling everyone what to do like some kind of general, Will would be at my side and acting like a medic, and Katyana would be protecting us somehow. To be honest, I couldn't imagine the girl even picking up a knife let alone a sword.

My thoughts, however confusing they were, unfortunately made me blind. So it was that I walked right into the golden deer that was standing in front of me. What was even stranger was that, aside from the glare the animal gave me, it offered me its back. I shook my head in order to try and clear my mind before accepting my new ride. Hey, if you're only chance to find a set of keys and get to some weird camp in order to save your father was by following golden animals that offered you free rides through the forest, then you'd take it too!

I didn't notice I'd fallen asleep on the deer's back until I woke up to the sound of a crackling fire. Sitting up, I found that the deer was gone and that my arm was snapped back into place and held in a splint of laurel wood and palm leaves. Don't ask. My life is getting weirder by the day.

Looking around, I noticed that I was in the middle of a small opening of trees. Behind me, I could sense something dangerous. The same could be said for what was in front of me. What I didn't understand, though, was why would I think a pair of female campers sitting around a campfire be dangerous?

Then the campers turned to me, their yellow eyes piercing despite the distance between us. By rights, I should not have been able to see the colour of their eyes. In any case, I stood up and continued to assess the situation I had found myself in. if I was lucky, I may have been able to out run the campers (if I needed to) by running to my left.

Not long after that thought passed through my mind, the campers stood up. It was then that I discovered that they weren't sitting on tree trunks; their legs were the things they were sitting on. And by the looks of it, those legs were as long as snakes.

Wait a minute. Those didn't look like snake tails, what with the spines at the tips; they looked more like dragon tails.

I only turned to the sound of an animal growling and found myself face to face with a pack of snarling, angry wolves. I didn't care about the fact that all five wolves were golden in colour or that the leader of the pack had blue eyes. The only thing going on in my mind at that moment was that I was trapped by my worst nightmare.

Why me?