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A/N - Hiya! So, before you start getting mad, I was immediately drowned in note-taking and essays after posting the 2nd chappie. AND, this week is my dad's, my uncle's, and my birthday, so I wanted to get a chapter out for you guys ( and other genders - I mean it gender-neutrally). Also, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU to cyrilalbar06 for writing the FIRST review! Here's my response:

cyrilalbar06 - Wow! I didn't think anyone would actually like this! Thank you so much! I will keep that in mind, though I might come back to that idea at a later date, maybe after I go finish high school. ( I'm really exhausted and kinda burnt out right now). But, thank you for the suggestion and the compliments! ( And also for reviewing). Thank you again!

Just saying, reviewing gets me more motivation for writing so more reviews = more chapters. ALSO, compliments wouldn't hurt too :)

Without further ado, the newest chapter!

The plan was going perfectly fine ( note the sarcasm ) until I landed on the hellhound's back. I landed on my crotch, hard, so I made a very high-pitched squeaking noise. Not really the sound that a badass warrior, ( or someone attempting to be one ) makes. So, I land on the hellhound's - whom I'm going to call Larry, by the way - back. I had a moment of doubt - should I really be doing this? - but I banished it. My hands wildly flailed, and I grabbed onto Larry's ears. He whined as I gripped them tighter. Larry was bucking like a bronco now, obviously not happy. I grasped his ears tightly and pulled back - and Larry sat down with a thump! I leaned forward so my head was almost stuffed into his ear and whispered " You will kill this army with me, mister," I took a deep breath and continued, doubt gnawing at my gut" Or you will regret crawling out from the pits of Tartar Sauce." I internally laughed. Who would listen to that? But Larry, insanely, gulped at my words, sat up, and charged.

All of that happened in a few seconds, so the army hadn't advanced too much. But when they saw our charge, the armada was out for blood (my blood, in particular).

I didn't feel very brave, or fierce, or anything like my favorite book characters would in this situation. Annabeth would already have some genius plan underway, (cursing Percy for his recklessness as she went), Reyna would go into badass I'm-an-experienced-preator-of-the-twelfth-legion mode, and calmly go defeat this army like nothing. Natasha Romanoff would probably cause a few well-placed explosions and crack the neck of the admiral before the fight really started. And Wanda Maximoff... I think you get the gist. There was probably a theme here, like don't be an idiot and charge into an army, riding a hellhound, with no experience and a pounding headache. But there I was, being an idiot, charging into an army on a hellhound, with a pounding headache. Oh, the irony of my life.

I had just introduced the first monster to Larry's teeth ( which promptly closed around the poor thing's head) when I heard a battle cry and lots of footsteps. And when I turned around to look, the sight almost made me cry.

Roughly 300 kids in neon orange shirts came charging down the large hill, waving swords and bows. But what I saw behind them made my eyes water. A camp, looking trampled but glowing slightly, in my opinion. Almost fifty cabins in a rectangle, each different from the last. A huge fire pit in the center, with a little girl, almost 10 attending to the flames. Just the sight of the words 'Camp Half-Blood' made me giddy with homesickness. I had never fit into the real world, always escaping into books when I got the chance. I had always felt so homesick for CHB and CJ, even though they didn't exist. And now, one of them was right in front of me.

I was shaken out of my reverie by a (rude) empousai lunging at me. She pushed me and I crumpled into a heap on the wet grass. As she went in for the kill, I had no time to think, but somehow I saw my hand move of its accord and slice through the empousai, turning her to dust. Wait no - somehow a sharp and deadly hockey stick was now in my hand. Ohh-kay. Not the weirdest thing that has happened today, but definitely up there. The demigod army was attacking now, slashing and stabbing with great ease. Someone ran over to me, offering a hand to pull me up.

" You ok?" I nodded mutely, admiring her pretty figure, beautiful eyes swirling with green and- ahh! Besides the point. " I'm Lucia," she said. I opened my mouth to respond, a familiar fuzzy face appeared behind her. She whirled around and almost decapitated the one and only Larry, but I shrieked "NO!" and lunged at her, effectively saving Larry's fluffy rump. We landed with a huff, and Lucia pinioned me to the wet grass, holding my wrists. " What is the name of ZEUS do you thinking you're doing!" She was seething. I didn't answer, because I was busy kicking her so hard in the gut the steel cap of my boot came off. " He's mine. And if you do anything to him…" I trailed off threateningly. She calmed considerably after my exclamation. I heaved out a sigh. Note to self, I thought, invested in more steel-toed boots. " We can you celestial bronze ones if you want," Lucia replied knowingly. I jolted, not realizing I said it out loud. " I sa-" I began, blushing. "Yeah, you did".

"Well, What are you waiting for? Let's go!" Lucia said, saving me from saying whatever embarrassing thing that was on the tip of my tongue. I hopped onto Larry and gave her a mock salute. "Oh, and you can call me Luce," Luce said before charging into the heat of the battle. "Mizty! Just Mizty!" I called after her, telling Larry to follow her.

The fight was going good, I was swatting at the occasional monster that jumped up to take a bite of me, Larry doing the rest. That was until I heard a roar and a wave of fresh pine and ginger smothered my senses. I turned around, knowing what that scent could mean. Staring down at me, frills regally unfurled like a crown, a drakon.

Oooh, a cliffie! Well, I guess you'll have to come back next time! * evil laughter *