Chapter Nine
The First Battle
Circe laughed and summoned a ball of fire. "You, demigod? You don't look very powerful...and you haven't been here very long, you don't have any camp beads. Are you sure, sister?"
"Yes." Amy said boldly.
"So be it, Amelia Roberts." Circe lobbed the ball of fire at her. Amy dodged it and glowed with power-Hecate had blessed her.
"I am the descendant of Perseus and Heracles. I am from a long line of the most powerful demigods in the history of mankind. I obtain powers from all gods. I am the most powerful child of Hecate. You cannot defeat me." A crack of lightning blasted Circe and the other campers away. Thunder rumbled.
Circe snarled and got up. "You think you can defeat me, child? I am Circe, one of the most powerful sorceresses of all!" She threw another fireball at Amy."
Amy rolled and dropped her sword. She concentrated and closed her eyes, just like what Percy Jackson looked like during Capture the Flag. She felt a tugging sensation in her gut and created a swirling sphere of water. Then she thrust her hand out towards Circe, and the water hurled at the sorceress. Circe was scooped up into the sphere and rose up into the air. The sphere suddenly exploded, and Circe dropped to the ground, gasping.
"Enough for one night, demigod. I will now wage war against you all of your puny little friends." Circe disappeared, and Amy blacked out.