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I'M GOING TO SEE KE$HA ON THE 7TH MARCH! I'm so excited, she is, like, my favourite singer in the entire world (even though she's autotuned, I don't care!) And then in April I'm going to see Justin Bieber (notice he isn't in capital letters). I got the tickets for X-Mas, but I don't like him...

Just one thing Rider of the Winds pointed out to me. Yes, I am repeating history, quite alot of Percy' adversaries will feature and Andy and Co. will be in some situations that Percy and Co. were also in. The difference will be how Andy handles the situation, does she do it differently, or does she think along the same lines?

As I told Rider of the Winds, I am using the phrase 'HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF' as a base for this story.

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Disclaimer: I've been forgetting these... but then again you don't need them but her goes.

I'm not a guy. I'm not even of-age. I can't drive. I don't have kids. I'm not a good writer. So I'm not Rick Riordan (BEST AUTHOR IN DA WORLD! :)

Alon-z!

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Chapter Thirteen: Alex and I Go Snake Charming in Spain

We both whirled around. And oh my gods I swear my heart missed a beat. Standing there is all of there ugly glory were the most horrible group of things I'd ever seen. About 7 or 8 snake-ladies (who Monique later identified as dracaena with a scowl on her face) were standing up front with very, very pointy spears and murderous faces. And at the very back, standing there pounding his chest like a demented Tarzan, was one of the only monsters I could identify on-sight.

The Minotaur.

Okay, first thing's first. I'm an animal lover. I love animals of all types (except spiders *shiver*) and I would never harm one. But I was now being faced with having to kill 8 snakes and a bull, and oddly enough I didn't feel guilty at all.

I think that they were trying to kill me had a part in that.

Anyway, Alex and I side-stepped away from the uncounsious Monique and Josh, fearing for their safety. A dracaena lunged at as and that spured the others into action. I swiped at the first one, but it dodged and swiped back, grazing my elbow. Alex jabbed at a dracaena, turning it into puke-yellow dust, then used his spear to block an incoming mace and chain. But it wrapped around the shaft and snapped Alex's spear clean in two.

I heard Alex grown and mutter something about that being his favourite spear, but I had to duck and pureé another dracaena before I was sliced into an Andy + Dip platter. I swipped again, but the dracaena moved away and stabbed me painfully on the shoulder with the end of her spear. I was knocked to the floor, winded, sore and bleeding. I rolled out of the way before her spear point come in contact with me heart and— you'll never believe me luck— I slammed into a brick wall. I swear I heard a rib break, because I sure as Hades felt it.

Ignoring the pain in my shoulder, I got back on my feet and charged another dracaena who was caught unaware that I would still be a threat and was very promptly sliced through. Then Alex came over to me, tired, bleeding and weaponless. I realised I was the only one left with a bronze weapon.

"Are you any good with a dagger?" I asked him, as when jumped behind a stack of crates to gain time.

Alex rased his eyebrow, "I'm better with a spear—"

"But you can use one, right?" I asked impatiently as I fingered the ruby on Thalassa's hilt.

"Of course I can," he said, mildly offended that I'd questioned his skills.

"Good." I touched the ruby and after the one second transformation I handed him one of the two daggers. And just in time to, because a dracaena found us. I threw my dagger into it's chest, reducing it to a lovely coating for the Spanish side-walk.

Alex jumped out as I stayed back to take in the situation. 6 out of 8 dracaena were, no sorry, 7 out of 8 dracaena were dustified, the Minotaur couldn't be seen, Josh and Monique were lying under a large amount of rubble and, I noticed out of the corner of my eye, there were a group of locals hudled in terror. I had no idea what they saw through the mist, but I had to ignore them for the moment, as they weren't in any imediate danger.

Alex wasn't the best at weilding a dagger, but he could hold his own. I jumped up from my hiding place and went into a crouch, swinging my leg around to trip the dracaena and then stab it with me half of Thalassa. Alex looked at me gratefully.

"Thanks, Andy," he smiled, wiping the dagger and handing it back to me

"No promblamo," I smirked, reforming Thalassa but keeping it drawn. "Minotaur?"

"No idea."

"Not good."

Very not good."

We scouted the scene, but the Minotaur was gone. I found his path of destruction and it headed into the country side. Houses had been smashing in, stalls stomped to the floor and most of the street pulverised.

"Alex! I've found where he went!" I called and Alex ran over.

He bit his lip, "We shouldn't bother."

"Why?" I asked accusingly. "He'll cause more damage and possibly more deaths. At least we could do for Spain is to get rid of it."

"And the least we could do for us would be to get Monique and Josh and get outta here. Or have you forgotten about your parents alreday?" he spat, his tone unnessasarily harsh.

I whirled around and glared at him, matching his tone of voice, "Don't you dare say things like that, Depp. I actually care about other people besides myself, unlike a son of Zeus I could mention. Now back off, this is my quest and I decide what to do."

Alex stepped closer to me, drawing himself up to full height, which was only a few inches taller than me, "There's also a daughter of the stupid Tidal Lord that I could mention who is about to get us killed! The only person with little or no training to kill the Minotaur is Lord Perseus Trying to follow in daddy's footsteps then?"

I was now shaking with rage, "Shut your mouth, Depp. Before I shut it permanatly."

"Ooo, I'm so scared, Chase. At least my parents are smart enough not to get kidnapped unlike yo—" SMACK!

Before I realised what I was doing, my fist was clenched and I swung at him. And making contact with his fcae, forsing him to stumble backwards.

"Don't. You. Dare insult my parents, Alex." I growled, fighting the stinging feeling in my eyes. "Or d'you think this quest is all a waste of time?"

Alex got up, "I'm—look Andy, I'm sorry. It's just—"

"We're standing in the middle of a Spanish street, the locals shouting abuse at us, covered in dirt, sweat, blood, burns, grazes, wounds, monster dust and pomegranate. We're both a bit testy," I tried for a weak smile

"Just a normal day for a demi-god," Alex said and I couldn't help but to laugh. Alex smiled, 'Now come on, we'd better get Josh and Monique before the Spainish do."

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Later, Josh was not impressed with my injures.

Clicking his tongue in annoyance, he started to heal me, making snide comments with each bandage, before I mentioned that he was uncounsious. Then he shut up.

"Okay, Andy," he said, slightly nervous. "I'm gonna need to do something."

"What?" I asked impatiently. I was sick and tired of sitting in this chair getting fixed up.

"What's the square root of Pi?" he asked suddenly.

I was taken aback by the quetsion, "How in the freakin' world should I bloody kno— OW! SHIT, JOSH!" I ended up screaming, as he pushed hard on my shoulder. I looked up at him, my glare digging into his skin.

He smiled and held up his hands, "Hey, I had to distract you otherwise it would've hurt a billion times more."

I huffed, even more frustrated, but feeling much better now my shoulder had been re-located. Finally, Josh gave me his injuries sheet to look at and I was shocked by how much one girl (me!) could get so many injuries. I looked up at Josh and he nodded grimly, "Yeah, they beat you up that bad," he smirked as he turned out of the door. "Oh, and Andy? Take it easy, you can't have any more ambrosia for, like, a million years."

I smiled, "I'll try to remember that."

"Try," Josh snorted as he climbed down the netal steps and out onto deck. Alex swarmed on him as soon as he was clear of ear-shot from the bridge.

"Josh! How is she?" Alex asked.

Josh sighed, "She'll live, dude. But she's been beat bad."

Alex nodded mutely and took the path Josh had just retured from to the bridge. When he was half-way up Josh called out, 'Hey, Alex! I'm-I'm sorry I couldn't help you two, it was really unfair that you guys had to deal-"

"Josh, dude. You were lying under 80 pounds of rubble, I didn't expect you to help. It's okay man, we're still alive aren't we?"

Josh smiled, "Sadly."

Alex rolled his eyes to the sun, "Your kid's annoying," he told Apollo as he entered the bridge. I was fiddling around with some of the controls that were un-damaged when Alex came in.

"Andy?" he asked, stepping next to me.

"Mm-hm," I muttered, not looking up from the console.

"I apologise 'bout what I said about you and your parents. I was being an idiot."

"Yes. Yes you were."

Alex flinched at my tone of voice. It was so cold it could cut ice. It wasn't fair on Alex, he was just annoyed and said a few stupid things, but he still shouldn't of said those things, mild as they were, they were still insulting and I took insults to heart.

Alex took another deep breath and started again, "Look, Andy. I was a prick. We both agree on that. Can we just build a bridge and get over it?"

I looked up at him accussingly, "That was the worst pun I've ever heard."

Alex smiled and slapped me on the back, "Thanks,"

"Who said I'm accepting your apology?" I said coldly, hiding a smile.

Alex raised an eyebrow, "You're smiling,"

I turned my head, "No I'm not," I said stubbornly.

"Of course you aren't," he smirked as he departed. "See you... Feather Brain."

I looked up as he said that. I narrowed my eyes, "Get lost, Air Head."

Affronted that I came up with a nickname, he turned and left.

...

I couldn't believe it. We were almost to Sicily. In under a week we had travelled thousands of miles when it should have taken far longer than that. I could bore you with all of the calculations and terms and stuff that even Monique couldn't understand, so I'll dumb it down for you.

It was pretty fast.

Anyways, I was standing in the stateroom looking out the window. I still called it the stateroom, not my stateroom, I had a bad feeling about the room still and I ddin't want to call it mine. I was spending so much time in there, trying to figure out what it was that freaked me out about this room. I'd long since figured out that there had been something bad resting on the burnt-down part of the carpet and someone bad ahd stayed in here, but the question who? continued to nibble at the edge of my thoughts.

It could have been Luke Castellan. Grover said he was, like, in charge of the last war and that he used this boat and that Kronos' coffin had been here, but I wasn't sure. I wanted to have solid facts. I was even trying to get a freakin vision to get the facts I was that desperate, but I couldn't work out how to do it.

I swear that the answer was staring me right in the face, but I just couldn't see it. I looked out over the cool, prestine waters of the ocean. It was staring me right in the face! I couldn't see it, it was so close, yet so far.

Oh how cliché.

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TWO OR THREE MORE CHAPTERS! TWO MORE CHAPTERS AND I'M DONE! I'M RE-DOING SOME OF THE EARLIER CHAPTERS SO CHECK THEM OUT. I STILL HAVE CAPPS LOCK ON DON'T I? That's better :)

Sorry this one took so long
~Emily