(This chapter is not corrected because it comes out of nowhere, in the middle of the night)

Also, I don't own the characters.

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That wasn't the way that the things should end for her.

Of course, the life of a demigod was dangerous and everyone knows that they could die at any moment, but they had survived two wars. She was one of the best warriors in the camp.

That wasn't the way it should be.

Before, demigod hardly celebrates their eighteenth birthday, but now...now they were beginning to think that maybe they could do it.

After two wars, with the gods taking more care of their children, and with Jupiter Camp, campers discovered that they could go to college and be safe. That they had a bright, new life ahead.

Graduate, form a family, take a breath after a long, troubled life or whatever they wanted.

She had a life ahead. She had the opportunity to do whatever she wanted. But she hasn't anymore.

Because she was Clarisse La Rue and those cyclopses found the camp, her camp, and were trying to destroy it. She was not going to allow that. She was totally not allowing that.

She was going to put that monsters where they deserve: the underworld. She was going to pulverize them.

And she did, there were only two of the five cyclops when everything got worse.

She was fighting alone, after sending one of her sisters back to the camp to ask for some help. Even Clarisse knew when a fight was too much for one or two warriors, but Clarisse never gave up.

So she continued fighting.

All happened very fast.

At the moment that the others campers -two brothers of Clarisse, her sister and a daughter of Demeter- reached the top of the half-blood's hill, the cyclops that Clarisse thought had retreated in fright, appeared from behind her.

The creature swings its hand, and with this, its club. It only took that action to throw Clarisse's body away, hitting it across to the nearest tree. Her spear, the one that she always had with her, was buried inside the other monster's eye, far from the body of its owner.

Screams filled the air. The joy's scream of the Cyclops with the club, the cry of pain of the Cyclops against Clarisse fought... and the horrified and outraged cries of the campers

The Demeter's kid ran to Clarisse, while the others run towards the monsters, their weapons ready.

But it was too late to Clarisse, and with the rest of the monsters on the air, the only thing the rest of the camper could do, was carry her body back to her home, while thunders reasoning on the sky with the indignation and pain of a father that just saw his daughter die, who saw his best warrior fall for never rise again.

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That was not the way summer should end.

They had everything planned. When they finished their first year at the University they would spend the summer at camp and then go to Jupiter camp, where they were going to stay a time with their friends until they found a flat or somewhere else to live. They would live with people like them, study and be safe at the same time. They had everything planned, but now Chris did not know what to do.

He was shocked. He couldn't understand what happened. Or what happened after he saw the body.

All he knew is that her shroud and her body, oh gods, her body, was burning. And he was the one who set it on fire.

All he knew is that with each puff of smoke his chances of seeing her alive again were getting smaller and smaller.

He clenched his fist around her bandana. They were going to burn it, too, but he stole it before they could. He stole it one more time.

For the last time.

Nico talk to him, an hour or two ago, and told him that, just as they put drachmas in the person's pocket before burning them, and then, when the person was in the underworld, they still had the drachmas, he could put whatever he wanted, and she was going to have it with her. He recommended writing a letter in Greek, because the more related to Greece the thing was, the more likely it was it would arrive safely. All the time his face expressing that he expected Chris to burst into tears.

Chris didn't cry, maybe because he didn't believe that all that was real, yet. Or maybe because he was trying to imitate Clarisse. She was a leader, and a leader remained strong while the entire world it's freaking out.

Chris didn't liked when people feel sorry for him, they did it many times when they realized he has been insane and he learns to hate it.

But Nico gives him one last chance to say goodbye to Clarisse so he didn't say anything and wrote the letter.

He hardly could remember the full letter, but the end was etched in his mind because when he wrote it, he felt as he was talking to her.

Anyway, I'm sorry, I stole your bandana. Again.

In my defense I had to did it, I really needed to do it.

So I'm not sorry. But I guess that you already know that.

I love you, more than anything.

Say hi to Silena and Beckendorf and everybody there for me.

I miss you already. And again, I love you, and I always will.

And I have your bandana, so deal with that.

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I don't really know why I wrote this...I should be finishing the other chapter that I started a week ago and I haven't finished yet. I should be writing my oral for my class of English on the next Monday... but you know, sometimes things are not like they are supposed to be xD

Anyway, I'm a curious person and I was wondering something the other day... Where I live, persons are just talking in their language, but mixing some words in another one.

You know, like: Che, vos. ¿Qué estás haciendo, man? (Hey, you. What are you doing, man?) so...¿qué estás haciendo? So...what are you doing? (We use a lot the word 'so', I don't know why xD)

Or we just use phrases: 'I don't know' 'right to my heart' 'Está quente' ('It's hot' or, in my mother tongue: 'Está caliente')

So, my question is: Do you do this? And if you do, which words/ phrases?

Also, I did a bet with a friend, so I need you to answer others two questions:

Where are you from? And, do you know where Uruguay it is?

Do not google it! If you do it, please first comment your answer.