A/N: I was totally prepared to upload this, then forgot I had to save this as a separate file. That was stupid on my part . . . aren't I a genius? And I LOVE this new fanfiction! I can finally show those who do not wish to find me on dA the covers! Now I'm going to be doing covers for the whole lot of them . . . *crazy smile* I am too addicted to making them! Right. I still need to make one for here (I have to find a good base for me to draw the pose I want Cora in from). Anyways. Enjoy!

Percy: Old Demons Come For New Revenge

It had been scary seeing Cora getting strangled by a man made out of flames. I didn't know how I hadn't noticed that guy sitting there (don't believe whatever Cora tells you! She says it to annoy me). But the second he burst into flames we had scrambled to get our weapons out. But if you had ever tried to get something dangerous ready while you were freaking out; it was not easy.

The monster, whatever it had been, had been really hard to kill. Most turn to dust from one touch of Celestial Bronze. And according to Chiron, nothing can withstand Tempest Silver. Which is what all of Cora's weapons were made of. The monster had her dagger, and Hunter's dagger being plunged into it. But it had taken me and Annabeth slashing repeatedly to kill it.

Now, this was the worst part. I had seen and fought most monsters (Thanks Gaea, thanks Kronos. You made sure of that). But I had never seen one that didn't disintegrate from contact with Celestial Bronze. Nor had I seen one made of fire. The closest to that is an Empousa. But they were she-demons and weren't made of fire. So seeing some new monster when there was no new Great Prophecy; it really gets to you.

Me and Annabeth were discussing what had actually happened, and all the stuff I just explained. Cora was fast asleep, which was a relief since her neck was bright red and, well, burnt looking. Also I didn't want to freak her out even more after that scare. So I wasn't too worryied now that she was asleep. Then there was the feeling she was going to be closely watched now (Cough. Hunter. Cough. I had noticed him often glancing at Cora).

Probably a couple hours passed. Some announcement was made, but they said it in French and Cree (which Annabeth recognized but didn't know). We tried to talk to Hunter about it, but we still didn't know what it said. Just another thing to ask Cora when she woke . . . great; relying on my little sister for translating.

I think Cora slept through the night, because it got really late and the rest of us went to sleep. She still hadn't woken up. That meant either she was in a coma or had just been put through a lot. But it couldn't have been a coma because she wasn't breathing faintly and her skin wasn't a sickly colour.

The next morning we all slept in. It wasn't until the dining cart was coming around that we woke up. It wasn't to great waking up from sleeping in a seat and having to order for breakfast. Thankfully Cora also woke up with us. Otherwise I would have started to actually get really worried.

We ate quickly, because we were all starving. When we finished we pushed our plates out of the way and began to talk about yesterday.

"So, do you guys know what that fire man thing was?" Cora asked us, her voice still sounding a little strained. She looked expectantly at Annabeth. Course she would.

"Unfortunally, no we don't. I've never heard of anything like it," Annabeth told her.

"Oh," she said quietly.

"We'll figure out what it was," I assured her. "Oh, we also need your help about some announcement that was made when you were asleep." She rolled her eyes at me (sadly I relied on her a lot). She turned to Hunter who told her the message. And something else, because she gave him a small smile and if I wasn't mistaken, she blushed (probably I was mistaken).

Turning back to us she said. "The train is stopping tonight and we're going to have to take a layover train. One that doesn't depart until tomorrow." I could have done a facepalm. We were going to be delayed another day? Someone was seriously messing with us.

"Just great," I mumbled.

That pretty much ended our conversation. I still felt like we all barely knew each other (I am not talking about Annabeth. That would make me get beat up). We all were absently staring around. Which, when you're ADHD, is really annoying and irritating. It had been who-knows-how long; but there was a sudden noise – like someone inhaling loudly – and I looked up.

Cora had a strange look on her face. Then it changed to puzzled and irritated. She held it for a few seconds before looking confused.

"What's a Mormo?" she asked. "It can't be what I'm thinking of." I stared at her completely confused.

"A Mo-mo-what?" I said frowning.

"Mormo," she repeated. I shrugged and turned to Annabeth. Annabeth was frowning, but she also looked nervous, or scared. More monsters I had never heard of, that wasn't a good sign.

"Cora, where did you hear that name?" Annabeth questioned.

"Uh . . ." Cora looked extremely reluctant to say anything now. Her eyes darted between us; she looked a bit like a cornered animal. "Never mind." She muttered hastily.

"Oo-kay," I mumbled knowing that asking her any more was just useless. I turned towards Annabeth. "So, I'm guessing you heard that name before?" Annabeth nodded and looked deep in thought. I had to clap in front of her face to get her to come out of it.

"Yeah, I've heard that name before," she hesitated and I gestured for her to continue. "That's the name of a very old spirit. It was said to bite people, but it was dismissed as an old wives' tale. It really didn't do much. I think. The gods banished it to Tartarus soon after coming into power. At least . . . I believe so." I nodded grimly.

"I'm going to take a wild-shot and assumed Gaea brought it back," I said sarcastically.

"Of course it was her Seaweed Brain," she replied rolling her eyes.

"I'm just messing with you Wise Girl," I told her. "She brought back practically everything."

"Oh I know. But there's one thing that I don't like," she continued. I looked at her expectantly; I wasn't sure what she meant. "The fact it went after only Cora. I'd think it would come after you, Percy. You saved Olympus multiple times and Gaea did think of you as a valuable piece."

"That is weird," I agreed. "Then again, Grover did say she has the strongest scent ever."

"You do realize I'm right here?" Cora interrupted annoyed. "Can you stop acting like no one else exists?" I think Cora was jumping to conclusions again . . .

"We know you're there. What are we? Blind?" I sighed. Cora gave me the evil eye, which instantly made me regret replying.

"No, you're just delusional," she retorted. I sighed and ignored her. I had quickly found that that was the best solution. For some reason Cora naturally was on defence around me, and took the offence every chance she got. She was also often tossing insults around. Maybe wherever she came from she had to act like that all the time. Who knew.

"Anyways, if we have to worry about ancient monsters, we're in trouble. And it looks like they're going after you, Cora. For some reason you're their main focus. If they really are still out there," Annabeth concluded.

"Hey, that means you're almost as talented as me in ticking off Immortal . . . beings," I said jokingly. I should really have learned to screw my mouth shut around her. Cora's eyes were shooting daggers at me.

"Yeah right, you take the prize for that. I haven't done anything, unlike you," she snapped. I was about to yell back at her when the train lurched and began slowing down. I looked out the window and realized we were at the station.

The train screeched to a stop and a gargled voice started speaking in French over the intercom. Glancing at Cora she mumbled that we had to get off for the night and come back in the morning. She was still in a bit of a foul mood.

When we got out from the station and into the streets, we were all in a much better mood. Hunter and Cora had talked and now she had completely forgotten being annoyed. That kid could work wonders . . . I needed to find a way to use him. Actually that would never happen. I wasn't an evil brother; I hoped.

We quickly agreed on checking into a motel for the night. Then it was up to following Cora and Hunter (they were our guides) to one. I was more than ready to crash.

A/N: I took some liberates with the Mormo. In all honesty . . . I don't believe it's made of flames. Then again, I haven't actually met one so . . . I'm just going with what these guys are telling me about their story! They could be lying for all I know. But I do know a Mormo is real. Anyways; what do you think? Let me know through either reviews or favs or alerts! I want to know your thoughts! See you in a week!