Okay, so... Hi. So... Blair's weak side, sure, but what about Blair's 'Imma kick your butt' side? That's right this chapter is going to be Blair, Blair, and some more Blair. To be truthful, I would like all my chapter's in her POV, but I want to mix it up a little and let you guys know what both of them are thinking and stuff like that. Also, there are just some things that need to be said by Nico. I would tell you what this chapter is about, but I think the chapter name does it justice. So, let's get to it.

My dad is a faded god. Do you know what that kind of information can do to a person? No, I suppose not. Let's just say that it crushed my soul. I knew I had

to get on with the quest, like Nico had.

I came down from the tree. I've always been able to do the whole jumping fifteen feet into the air thing, but it's unnatural, so I don't do it often. Now I know

who my godly parent is, and I guess it makes sense now. The claws, the agility, the senses, the other things, it was all because my dad was a tiger god.

The sword was beautiful, and felt perfect in my grip. It is split down the middle on the flat side. The left half is Celestial Bronze, and the right is Imperial Gold.

The two metals are separated by a sliver of silver. The hilt was made of Stygian Iron. When I'd first picked it up, it had seemed heavier than a few bags of

bricks, but then the sword had started to glow. When the glowing had stopped, the sword had suddenly became perfectly balanced and weighted in my grip.

I walked up to Nico and Hunter, sword in hand.

"Let's go. I have the feeling something bad happens when the sword is taken." I said, and nobody argued. Truthfully, I just wanted to get out of this field.

Never travel through a field at midnight. Just don't do it, okay?

As I walked, I twisted the sword in my hand. It made me feel reassured, like choosing to come with Nico and Hunter was the right choice, but also, I could

feel the power pulsing underneath the handle, and I knew that that power was in my control, the demigod my father had chosen to wield it, and not some

psycho-maniac. I knew that I would be able to defend myself if anything decided to attack us while we were here in the dark.

"Can I hold the sword?" Hunter said, randomly.

I was so surprised by this question, that I just let him hold it.

"Sure," I said.

I handed the sword over. My satyr friend barely seemed to be able to hold its weight, and I realized that it wasn't glowing for Hunter like it had for me.

Hunter hadn't held it for more than a few seconds when he decided to give it back.

"Okay, here you go. You can have it back now." Hunter tried to lift the sword to hand it back to me, but instead ended up dropping it. It still felt as light as it

had been a few minutes ago, and that sorta confused me, but I was starting to understand. That's when the flying pig attacked. Yep, apparently pigs fly. Nico

called it the Clazmonian Sow. To me it just looked like a giant, flying pig with pink skin and wings. I wasn't sure what the difference between a flying pig and

a Clazmonian Sow was, but I figured I'd find out soon enough.

The sow belched. Wow, okay, I never thought I'd actually say that. Nevertheless, what came out smelled suspiciously like poison.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Nico draw his sword and Hunter his panpipes. I hefted my sword. I looked at my friends, and could tell by their faces that

this Clazmonian Sow thing was a big deal. I decided that I would take my chances and attack this stupid thing before it decided to belch poison gas again. I

struck with my sword. The sword created a satisfying cut on its face, and the Sow let out an ear piercing cry. The scream rippled through the air. After it was

over, I was pretty positive that I couldn't hear anything. I struck again, and saw that Nico was doing the same. We surrounded the sow, all three of us. Hunter

was playing his panpipes, but I was unable to hear them. The Clazmonian Sow kept screeching at us, but it didn't effect me because I definitely couldn't hear

anything. My ears were ringing, but I didn't dare stop fighting. Then, the sow kicked a hoof out at Hunter, sending my goat friend flying.

It did the same for Nico. The Clazmonian Sow turned so it could do the exact same thing to me, but I was too fast for it. I leaped out of the way, landing

about ten feet away from Nico. I glanced over at him and saw that he was at least breathing, and staring to stir. I figured he'd be okay. I turned back to my

not-so-friendly pig friend, with renewed vigor at knowing that I was the last one standing. I leaped into the air and slashed my sword straight through one of

its wings, causing it to loose altitude. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Hunter was slowing starting to stand back up, but I knew that he would be to

weak to help. I looked at Nico. He was in the same condition. This fight was all up to me. I looked the sow in its creepy, all dark brown, pupil-less eyes and

I reached multiple feet in the air, I did the same maneuver that I had done to the first wing. I swung my sword straight through its other wing,

sending it crashing to the ground. When I came back down, I plunged my sword into its back, turning it into pink dust that littered the ground. I took a deep

breath, as I realized how much energy and effort that had taken. My legs were shaking, and seemed hardly able to hold me up. The muscles in my arms felt

like they had just disintegrated, and my head throbbed like I'd just been hit with a baseball bat. I walked, shakily, over to Nico, who was sitting in the grass

eating some ambrosia.

"That was amazing," he said. His compliment probably would have sounded genuine, but his voice was tight with pain, so it sounded pretty flat.

"Thank you," I said. As I said that, I realized that my own voice was quivering and uneven. I sat down next to him and Hunter joined us.

I don't know how long we sat there, mostly because I fell asleep. (Nico says I did so while leaning against Hunter's shoulder, but whatever.) When I woke up,

it must have been roughly ten A.M., and Nico was awake, but Hunter was not. I feared that I'd have to pour more water on him, which I did not want to do.

"Morning," Nico said, quite flatly.

"Yeah, morning." I replied.

We sat in silence, as Nico polished his sword with his shirt, and I cleaned the Clazmonian Sow slime off of mine. I still felt weak, but much better than before.

I glanced at Nico. He had bags under his eyes, and the mysterious black chain necklace was around his neck. I wondered where he had gotten it, I mean, I

would have noticed if he'd had it before. Nico's black hair didn't look any different, still ragged and and inch or two away from his shoulders. His eyes still

betrayed the same sad, broken look.

After a while, Hunter still wasn't awake, and Nico didn't seem to be in a talking mood. Despite how sore my muscles were, I grabbed my sword and stood up.

I noticed Nico glance up to see what I was doing, but I ignored him.

I walked at least ten feet away and began to practice; swinging, slashing, and stabbing with my sword at my imaginary foe. Pretty soon, Nico stood up with

his sword and came to spar with me. He taught me different feints, how to disarm your opponent, and places to hit. I was getting tired, but I didn't dare

stop. If I was in a battle, I could be fighting for a long time, so I needed the stamina. Eventually though, we stopped. Hunter woke up and we set off for Camp

Half-Blood, the place that could become my first, real home.

Sorry guys that I haven't updated recently, as I have been in an area without any service for a while, and recently sprained my thumb which has made it difficult to write. I hope you liked this chapter, and I will try to update with the next chapter soon. (Could be a while, it sorta takes a lot of time to type with a plastic brace over your dominate hand...) And just because my day hasn't been that great, I hope that yours is good and I want you to know that you are beautiful/handsome no matter what you/other people think. =D Have a great day!