Chapter Eight
The Challenge
Will was holding Amy's hand and singing loudly at the campfire(with lyrics about a bad likeness of Kronos) when it happened. Or started, actually. Amy's friends Flora, daughter of Aphrodite, and Lucas, son of Hebe. Then the fire roared even higher, and the campers screamed and jumped away. A women stood in the flames.
"Circe." Annabeth growled.
Circe...the lady who turned men into animals. Amy gripped Will's hand tighter as she drew her sword(Her flashlight-sword was in her cabin-she was still trying to work the magic so that it always came back to her, clipped to her jeans[because she always wore jeans], kind of like Percy Jackson's sword).
"The gods have challenged me to fight a fellow child of Hecate. So, demigods, which of you are children of Hecate? Which one of you is brave enough to fight me? If no one steps forward, then I will destroy your little camp."
Amy let go of Will's hand and shakily stood forward. None of her other siblings stood forward. Will caught her hand again and pulled her back. "No. You can't go. It's a trap. She'll kill you all off!"
"I have to. It's a challenge. Besides, wouldn't it be better I if died instead of everyone in this camp?" Amy pulled her hand away and walked shakily towards the campfire.
"I will."