"...hasn't your Mother taught you anything?" Cressida stilled at the icy coldness of the voice. All around her lay remnants and debris from the brief battle just moments before. Not one of the campers or Chiron himself presented themselves throughout the battle, and Cressida just hoped they were all right. But now, the icy rose echoed into her sub consciousness and she didn't want to turn around. She was scared and she just realised how fast her heart was racing, and the perspiration that dribbled down her forehead and her drenched palms. The icy voice laughed shrilly, and it reverberated around the camp, and shivered down Cressida's spine like frozen ice-cubes. "Turn around!" the voice snapped, and instantly, like a force command, Cressida turned around mechanically. She gasped at the sight before her. It was a monster sure, but unlike any monster Cressida ever laid eyes on. It had reptilian murky green skin, and had snakes for hair. It wasn't medusa though, it was someone much ancient, and much powerful. It had a half humanoid and half dragon body, with stretched wings and a barbed tail where the halves meet. Her appearance burned Cressida's eyes and caused a fermenting anxiety into the depths of her gut. She swallowed and raised her bow which the half dragon laughed at. "You silly little mortal! I am Kampê, and it'll take more than a weak little arrow to pierce through me!" she cackled and her tongue slithered out, and lightning flashed. "Oh, I can't wait to feed on you..." "That's unlikely to happen," Cressida found her voice, and much to her surprise it came out firm and strong, which was on the contrary to her insides. "Dragon breath." Kampê hissed, baring her razor-like teeth. "Oh I thank Zeus for order me to hunt you down, you insolent feeble thing!" Then she lunged at Cressida, but Cressida was distracted by the tiger head that bulged somewhere in Kampê's body, it was a misshapen animal, then it dawned to her that the animal head was shape-shifting to a bear head, then a crocodile... Kampê let out a sharp hiss, and Cressida felt her face heat up, a stinging pain that scorched from her cheek. She stumbled, her eyes a little hazy and her head swaying to the side. She couldn't see Kampê but she could hear the unbearable hiss she was making. Creasida, disoriented, lifted her fingers to her cheek to see the smeared blood that came. "DARKNESS! Wretched! Filthy! Filthy shade—power of the Night! Horrid—" Kampê bellowed and spat somewhere yonder. But her voice sounded distant. Cressida, which stood wavering, closed her eyes for a second and let the overwhelming feeling consume her. She felt a bit better, then she opened her eyes to see Kampe smothered and smouldered in black soot. It was an even more horrible sight to see. Her dragon tail was withering and she was crying about, splayed all over the debris on the grass. She screamed as if someone were torturing her, Cressida looked away. Lightning flashed across the sky, and thunder rumbled. Cressida glanced up and wondered if she were the one who caused Kampe to blacken as if her touch was really a weapon? She though desperately, If Nyx was out there, helping her, even though it was currently day. In the midst of her questioning, Cressida could've sworn she hear a roar coming from the skies, and even so the whole sky greyed and flashed brilliant blue. Cressida looked at Kampe who caught her eye and gasped and hissed, her long skinny tongue, and her razor-like teeth baring at the appearance of Cteasida. Cressida walked over to her, and Kampes weakened state was nerving. She took long strides to Kampe, who inched farther away from Cressida. Cressida then saw an arrow on the floor from a recent fight with a monster and realising she didn't have anymore in her quiver, plucked it up and placed it in her now-raised bow in hand. Kampe screamed as Cressida pulled the strings and shot straight at Kampes chest. The screaming died down as she disintegrated. A deafening roar shook the grounds. It came from the sky and punctured into Cressida's now-throbbing skull. It was such an almighty roar, and without a doubt Zeus was indeed angry at Kampe and the failure of killing Cressida. Cressida, now suddenly exhausted, sat on the grass uncaring that it was all filled with rubble. She was so tired, she wanted to sleep... yes... sleep... feels like bliss right now. All worries washed away from her mind... and as her eyes started to blink slowly, she looked at the dark grey sky and pondered on the prospect of death, which seemed close by and refused to answer Cressida's pleading. She was blinked dazedly at the sky now. She wanted to sleep forever. Her bones were so weak and fragile, and her cheek was burning faintly now. She could see an angel... a silver angel with hair the colour of copper. The angel was descending from the grey sky, her dress as silver and phosphorescent as the moon... no, as... and Cressida's eyes fluttered shut as warmness overcame her and soothed her... and a mellifluous voice spoke to her as she slumbered away in the depths of darkness.
