You better be happy I bothered writing tonight, cus my French mani is still soft. I also just finished reading I am the Great Horse for the millionth time…Gods, I dunno where my story is going…it's gonna end up like 30 chapters! Maybe not, but I have to finish it before school starts on Monday –breaks down crying- I hate school! I call it living Hades. –sniffled then stops crying- Anyhow, I think I'm going to end it with the totally whacked up summer dance. That's only because it's going to go too slow otherwise, and I'm already starting the sequel. You are probably going 'wtf?' right now…

IMPORTANT – if I ever just say 'cookies' that mean they're whatever flavor you want them to be!

Griffy – Your welcome, that's what friends are for. xD and it's fine if you only review at 9…whatever happened to your own writing though? Hmm? Ya well, have fun with Squirt!

HAYDENpfan – I dunno how you ollow a horse, and I don't know how you follow one either, but whatever. So poor you has three brothers? Are you the youngest? That must be really fun…are you ok? And I don't care if Luke doesn't like me, cuz I'm gonna whoop his butt later in the story/series at sword fighting. :( German shepherd…reminds me of Fanta –cries- gods I miss her. And your aunt has two horses? TB and AQH…Lucky! My parents' best friends have two horses. Tali is a totally cool TB who does dressage and Ram is a 28-32 year old trake-qh cross I think… Ok, that was completely random…

i-rock-101 - -rolls eyes- Thanx, and don't think you're getting extra cookies…

Aechiles – You're too lazy to do anything! Jeez. And I'll go correct it later…and to answer your question, because. Just because. I'm not going to say anymore than that. :P

Belle95 – Are you 100 sure you aren't an alien? And what in the underworld is Twilight?! And that is a whole lot of things to want to be. And you're just plain weird. And I'm serving blondies tonight, but not for you, just because I like them, and am getting bored with cookies…

Eternity of Night – Whatever ya say, whatever ya say… have fun blowing up your town! –BOOM!-

huffle-bibin – lolz, glad you like it. And her mom is !! (Do you think I would actually tell you, and ruin it?) And besides, I just had to do a story where the horses have a key role in the story. And the prophecy was nothing, considering I threw it together in about 10 minutes at nine in the morning (I'm a night person, just so ya know…)

loopygirl33 – your question is answered above, and I can literally predict what you were gonna say anyhow, so you can keep saying 'you know exactly what I'm gonna say' on your reviews xD

BGH – Happy you like it. And the cookies are whatever-you-want-them-to-be flavor!

Maya and I had almost finished our ride, which turned out to be about two hours of non stop chatter, which the horses didn't like. And just when we were on our way back – bam! An evil half blood jumped out of nowhere. And this one wasn't in a trance; oh no. He looked straight at me.

"You wanna do this the easy or hard way?" he requested

"The hard way." He smirked, ad drew his sword. I pressed the charms on my bracelet, turning them into my sword and shield.

"You sure you wanna do this Ari?" asked Maya uneasily. I nodded.

"Can you do war horse?" I asked Max hopefully.

"It'd be easier with tack." He replied. I pushed the charms to see if they worked on whatever horse I was riding. Of course, it worked. Max was a bit surprised, and jumped back.

"Easy, Max. Now, are you ready?" I questioned.

"As much as I'll ever be." Max said. I smiled and raised my sword, giving Max the aid to go forward. The guy looked a little scared for a moment, but quickly regained his composure. I had the upper hand, me being on the horse.

Our swords clashed, and the guy immediately attempted to disarm me. I was fast enough to pull Whisperer away before he succeeded, then continued attacking. Max was a good too – he dodged and pivoted all the guy's blows, staying balanced and prepared.

Our swords clashed numerous times in the next couple of minutes. Soon, he was desperately trying to get me out of offensive. He never succeeded, and just like with Percy, he left huge gaps in his defense. I started jabbing him wherever he let down his defense, and used my shield to block any of his advances.

"Apethanon me tin boitheia potizo!" The boy shouted. I somehow understood that to signify 'die by means of water'. Water shot out of the tip of his sword, coming strait for me. I let it, thinking that it would reenergize me. Instead, it sent me flying out of the saddle (or saddle pad, whatever you wanna call it.).

"Ari!" Max whinnied. He came stomping over, and stood over me like a barricade. The traitor would have none of it, and stabbed Max in the stomach. Max staggered back to the corner of the clearing, wavering slightly, before collapsing on the ground behind me, breathing heavily.

"Max!" I cried. That was it; I wouldn't let this guy get away with it. I narrowed my eyes, jumping up quickly.

"Maya! Go get Damon and the first aid kit!" I ordered her urgently, looking for this guy who had hurt Max.

"Behind you!" She warned me instead.

I twisted around with my sword raised. I came face to face with him, realizing I had cut a decent sized gash in his side when I had turned. He crumpled up in pain. Serves him right.

"Maya! Go get Damon! Now!" I yelled to her, taking a quick glance towards Max's heaving body. I looked back at the guy on the floor, wondering if I should let him live or not.

"You were calling me?" I heard Damon's smooth voice as he emerged from the undergrowth on a glimmering chestnut mare, quickly flanked by Mark, on a dark bay stallion. He took a quick look at the scene before him, and then settled his eyes on the creased form in front of me. Damon squinted his eyes, like he was trying to recognize the person.

"Sam?" he asked in uncertainly. "You joined the Titans?!" His expression was that of disbelief. This 'Sam' person nodded slowly. Damon let out a deep sigh. He looked like he was about to lecture the guy or something.

"Damon!" I said urgently. He looked at me, and I signaled toward Max.

"Oh, right. Can someone get the first aid kit from the stable?" He dismounted his horse and walked over to examine Max.

"Stay put." I ordered Damon's horse in my head. I then looked toward Mark and Maya.

"Which one of you'll go get it?" I asked.

"We'll both go." Volunteered Mark. I shrugged and gestured for them to get going. When they left I turned my gaze to Sam.

"Should I?" I asked Damon, raising my sword.

"Go ahead."

I closed my eyes, and stabbed the boy. He yelped one final time, and then lay lifeless. I flinched as I opened my eyes and pulled my sword out of his chest. I quickly pressed the symbol that was engraved in Whisperer's hilt, returning it to my bracelet. I then stepped around his body, walking over to Damon. I settled myself down by Max's side.

"How's he doing?" I asked as Damon checked Max's pulse.

"Not good. Too much blood loss; if they don't get back here fast, he's a goner." He said miserably. He tore a part of his shirt off, and put it on the Percheron's wound. It was almost immediately soaked with blood. I winced and looked away.

"Need me to remove the tack?" I asked.

"It'd be nice." I nodded and pressed the emblems on the saddle pad and bridle. The charms returned to the chain on my wrist.

"It…hurts…poisoned…" He gasped for breath. "Tell…everyone…that I'll…miss them…Ari, take…care of camp…for me, ok?" He smiled one last time.

"It'll be alright, Max, no worries." I whispered softly, even though I knew otherwise. I checked his pulse again. And there was nothing. Nothing at all.

Chef made blondies tonight! So review quick so I'll give them to you…