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I felt two bodies crash on my blanket. The Stoll brothers smiled mischeaviously at me.

"Hello, Connor," I said to the one on my right. "Travis." They smiled.

"How can you tell us apart? Nobody can," Travis said. I laughed.

"Well, Travis, you're a little taller than Connor, in case you didn't know," I said. "And, I don't know. I just know you guys well enough."

"Aww, we're so flattered," Travis said, pretending to tear up and then sob into his hands.

"You should be," I replied, laughing.

"Well, we just came here to warn you that Silena is on the rampage looking for you," Connor said. "So, since we know your regular hiding spots, we told her you were at the arena so you could run for it." Yikes- when Silena looked for you, it meant two things. Either she wanted to set you up with somebody or give you a makeover. And in my case, it was both.

"Okay, thanks guys, I should run before she sees me," I said, wrapping up the blanket. "Could you possibly give this to Percy or something? Or you can just throw it in front of my cabin, I don't care," I said. They nodded. "And I know all your tricks, so don't even try to do anything," I warned. Their mischievous grins just widened. I heard Silena's voice in the distance talking to somebody. I sprinted away from them, intent on hiding somewhere in the sand dunes further down the coast. "See you two at the fireworks!"

After sprinting a sufficient distance, I decided to walk the rest of the beach. I twirled my hair absentmindedly: did I need a makeover? I haven't cut my hair in over 3 months, and forget about makeup. It never stayed on through the training I do everyday.

A dark figure surfaced from the sound. I jumped, staring at it: looking around, I realized that I accidentally crossed the camp border. I wanted to run for it, but I had no idea how far I was from camp. My bracelet elongated into a sword in my hand.

The monster was huge. It's head alone was probably twice my size, and it's body? Covered ugly head to tip with some hard black material, like the one they use to protect swat members from getting bad shot wounds. The tail curled up over its body, and the sharp tip of it was evident in the sunlight. It bared its fangs at me menacingly, and made a hiss that sounded like it was mocking me.

I tried and tried to kill this stupid thing, but the bronze wouldn't puncture through the skin. I attacked and dodged, forming an almost rhythmic dance with the drakon. I felt myself wearing thin, and the drakon managed to rip my shirt just a bit as I dodged the poisonous fangs. Finally, I gave one more frantic stab, knowing that if it didn't puncture then I would die. But, thank the gods, the sword finally got through and the drakon vanished in a puff of gold dust. All that was left was the tip of the tail, curling to resemble a curved blade.

I picked it up, panting. Checking for any marks, I sighed in relief when I found no bite marks. Putting a hand on my hip I felt a crippling pain in my abdomen. I looked at my hand to see that it was covered in blood. I pulled up my shirt to reveal a huge gash all up my abdomen. It had a gross green tinge and was oozing blood. I groaned: Apollo wouldn't save me this time.

I made it 2 miles, and was almost at the lake. I saw the mess hall in the distance and started smiling. I could make it, I encouraged myself. I hobbled on the path, my blood leaving a trail behind me. That's totally gross, I thought absentmindedly.

"Ari!" I heard a voice scream. I looked up with relief: Conor. He obviously came from the basketball court, because he was shirtless. I would've blushed, but I couldn't harness the energy. All I could focus on was the fire inside of me.

"I think I might be injured," I whimpered at the end. Then I just couldn't support myself: I collapsed on the ground. Conor caught me and picked me up in his arms. I just remember blue eyes with a golden ring around them staring at me concernedly before I passed out for the third time in a month.

Yeah, guys, I know that this is like the third time she's been attacked by a monster but BEAR WITH ME. Don't forget to review :)