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I DON'T OWN PERCY JACKSON

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Chapter 24: Skylar

I found out where Leonidas was pretty quickly. He stood inside the library, in a corner. A sword was strapped to his belt, and he wore a red skirt, with a leather strap over his shoulder, carrying a satchel. At first, I imagined the book being somewhere in the library, but right away I knew it was in his satchel. A glass cage was opened, with a book prop in the center, suggesting that the book was originally held in there. Annabeth was on my right, Leo on my left. Leonidas was closest to Leo, and his eyes sparked when he saw Leonidas.

Leo pulled out a two pound double edges hammer, and I unslung my bow. Annabeth and Leonidas simultaneously drew their swords, and I knew that we would have to fight. Annabeth looked somewhat disappointed, I knew talking was her thing, but before I could empathize, Leonidas spread his arms.

The walls started to crumble, and books shook loose of their hold. The polished white floor trembled. Annabeth understood what was happening before I did, and muttered "We should have brought Nico." I then understood what was happening as the first gnarled hand broke through.

"He's summoning troops from the famous Thermopylae," Annabeth yelled. Leo stirred uncertainly. Then, the first troop emerged.

The troops crowded half of the library. They were all definitely spirits, with a faded bleu aura around them. They all had battle wounds, some with arrows sticking out of them, others with large gaping wounds or deep slashes across their skin. I had to contain my vomit, it was truly a gruesome scene. Without waiting for me to adjust to the scene, the soldiers drew their weapons, and looked at us with loathe and despicableness. I nocked an exploding arrow under a hydra arrow. Frank had let me borrow some specialized arrows, and I thought now is the best time to try them out. There were easily 300 soldiers in the room, the ratio of 100 to 1, not great odds, and we had to fight through them to get to the book, or else we might as well hand ourselves over as sacrificial decorations for Tartarus.

The room was deadly tense and silent, and I could hear my own heart pounding. My muscles were tensed, adrenaline coursed through my bloodstream. Then, the front troop sneered, pointed his sword in the air, and, in Greek, yelled Charge!

I released my arrows, and was satisfied to see a huge explosion send 4 spirits downtown. My hydra arrow shot through 3 more, pinning them down. I drew more arrows and shot down as many as I could, but the library was too small, and there were too many of them. I knocked down one after the other, but they were closing the distance between me and them too quickly. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Annabeth fighting like a soldier herself, spinning, rolling slashing, dodging anything that came her way. Leo was consumed with flames, knocking aside swords and pounding spirits in the head. It was hard to tell, but he looked like he was grinning. That alone reinvigorated me with energy, and I pressed a button on the bottom of my bow, and looked at it. It quickly transformed into a four foot long wooden staff with one curved edge that looked sort of like a scythe. I swung it above my head and leaped into action.

I jumped directly onto a soldier and slammed my staff down on his head. He crumpled into dirt. I picked up my staff and swung it horizontally, raking about 6 spirits aside, and got to my feet. I twisted my staff around, threw it into the wall. Don't ask me why or how, but it deflected off the edge and came spinning back like a boomerang, knocking and slicing spirits out of the air. I caught it just in time to duck from a swing at my neck, and plunged the back end of my staff into my attackers gut, and, in a wide arc, I swung my edge and sliced 4 more spirits.

Fore once I felt needed, like this was a battle I had to fight, not being a healer. It felt amazing. I had no time to bask in my own glory, because I heard a yelp of pain from my right. It was Annabeth. I turned to look at her, but I was too distracted to notice a spirit that I hadn't fully killed sneak up behind me. Leo shouted a warning, but it was too late. He plunged a knife straight into the back of my thigh before collapsing. I didn't care about Annabeth anymore, my whole left side erupted in pain. I didn't even scream, I just sucked in a breath and looked down at my jean leg. Blood was leaking fast from the cut, but the knife was stuck in my leg. My medical instincts kicked in, and I knew I should leave it in, it was probably sealing a cut in my femoral artery, I would bleed out in minutes if I took it out. I had little time to worry about the leg, because about 20 more spirits were advancing on me. Before I worried about myself, I looked at Annabeth, and felt 10 times worse. Her right arm was hanging limply at her side, a long gash running down the underside of it. She was fending off about 30 spirits with one hand, unable to freely move. Leo seemed to be holding his own, fending off his own spirits.

Ignoring the pounding pain in my leg, I rushed over to Annabeth's' side, slicing spirits out of my way with my staff. My own army was rushing after me, but I had no time to worry about them. After maneuvering carefully, I found my way to her side. She looked grim, but a small spark of gratefulness showed itself when I appeared. We fought with reinvigorated energy, slicing spirits left and right.

We make a great team, I thought as I leaped behind her to cut down one approaching her back. But soon, our pleasant greeting was left in the dust, and we fought for our every inch. We were back into a corner, fending them off, unable to get and offensive strike. I heard a clang along with alarm in Annabeth's voice, and I realized that she had been disarmed. I stood in front of her, and the spirits raised there uncharacteristic unspirit like weapons, and I held my staff up and closed my eyes. After a second too long of waiting, I found out I wasn't dead. That was great news. I turned and looked at a supposed army horde, but only saw black ashes crumbling to the ground, and behind them stood, the one and only, Leo Valdez.

He grinned his mischievous little grin and exclaimed "Yours truly, the SuperSized McShizzle is back. Now, let's get us a book on booty kickin', shall we."