Jasmine was too paralyzed with fear to even move. Her eyes were glued onto the wolf, the distance between the two of them growing smaller and smaller as each second slowly ticked by. Finally, after she was able to recover, she started to fumble and crawl away. Her ankle heart so badly, she tried not to cry out in pain. Out of all the ways there were to die, Jasmine knew that she did not want it to be this way.

She saw Lola out of the corner of her eye, trying to crawl away quickly, but with no success. The rock had done more damage to her than Jasmine had thought it would have, which made her feel a tinge of guilt inside.

Why should I feel bad? Jasmine thought, trying to shake the guilt away. She was the one that was going to kill me. It was simply out of self defense! I would have died!

Looking at the situation that she now faced, Jasmine knew she would have died either way.

The wolf and his rider were coming faster and faster, and Jasmine felt as if she could smell the scent of death on the wolf's tongue.

Trying her best to crawl away with a broken ankle, Jasmine felt as if she was about to die any second. She decided not to think much of the pain, and furiously pulled her body away from the wolf. More pain seared up her leg, and Jasmine collapsed onto the ground. Whatever strength that had remained inside of her was sucked away, replaced with pure exhaustion. Jasmine couldn't move any more, no matter how hard she tried.

She watched in complete shock as the wolf approached Lola and clawed at her, ripping holes in her stomach. Jasmine tried not to gag. There was something completely shocking yet thrilling by watching it. Jasmine almost started rooting for the wolf, but then remembered he was about to kill her any second. Jasmine then watched as the rider cut through Lola's side with her sword. The demon immediately turned into dust, and disappeared into the night sky, light gold pollen.

Jasmine let out a sigh of relief.

Finally, she thought, that demon is finally gone.

She immediately regretted it later, when the wolf and his rider had both turned their attention to her.

Slowly, the wolf approached her, his bloodthirsty eyes glaring at her as he bared his fangs, the leader walking behind him, holding his sword in his hand. It definitely was made up with some form of material Jasmine had never seen before. It shimmered brightly in the moonlight. Jasmine thought it looked kind of pretty, but then realized that in less than two minutes it would be right through her heart.

Jasmine tried not to panic, though she didn't know how that was possible due to what events had went on today. She tried remembering some tricks on how to avoid dog attacks, none of them being very helpful with the situation of her broken ankle.

"Great," Jasmine muttered. "I'll lie here hopelessly as a dog makes a meal out of me."

The wolf stopped for a second. Jasmine hoped that it wasn't because he was insulted by the fact that she just called him a dog. To her relief, it wasn't because of that. Something else had caught the wolf's attention. He peered over her shoulder, and Jasmine turned around and her eyes widened.

After what happened next, Jasmine didn't know what to believe.

Behind her was an enormous Greek trireme. An enormous dragon stared back at Jasmine with its shiny red eyes. It shot out a few flames of fire into the air, illuminating the night sky. It then made a few creaking noises which Jasmine didn't understand, until she realized it must have been communicating with her... or at least trying to. As far as Jasmine knew, she didn't speak whatever language the dragon seemed to be speaking.

Jasmine then turned back around and her eyes nearly shot out of their sockets.

The wolf had suddenly transformed into a boy. He looked tall and muscular, and he seemed to radiate power all around him. Looking at his presence made Jasmine feel a little agitated, though she didn't know why. He looked Asian, and his face was painted with determination. He walked towards Jasmine, who was still too weak and shocked to even move. The rider walked behind him, and Jasmine could see his blonde hair shimmer in the moonlight.

The wolf-man was within twenty feet of Jasmine, when he yelled, "Who are you?"

Jasmine stuttered, "J-Jasmine." she said. She silently cursed at herself for breaking her ankle.

Wolf-Man suddenly tensed, as if Jasmine's name had brought up some horrid memory to him. He turned towards Rider. "It's her... but how can it be?"

Rider shrugged his shoulders, and came closer. As he came closer, Jasmine could make out some small details about him. His hair was close cropped and blonde, and his eyes were an electric blue color. Looking at him made Jasmine feel like she was being struck with lightning. She tried to control her heartbeat, but she was in so much panic she felt as if she was going to explode.

As if he could sense her fear, Rider held out his hands. "Don't worry, we won't hurt you. We're friends... right Frank?"

Frank grunted, "More or less, I suppose at this point."

Rider nodded, "Can't really argue with that."

Jasmine tried her best to stand up, but her ankle was in so much pain. She let out a gasp as she tried to get up.

"Your ankle's too messed up." Rider pointed out. "You won't be able to walk on it for a few days."

"We could give her some ambrosia." Frank offered, "It may or may not kill her, but it can still help."

Jasmine cleared her throat. "Um, yeah, listen. I would very much like to stay alive, thank you very much."

Rider regarded her with a sly smile, as if he found her amusing. "You're right. Plus, we need you alive."

"Dead or alive, it doesn't really matter." Frank said.

"Frank," Rider said, "Head back to the ship. Tell Piper to bring down some nectar and ambrosia. We may need to carry her to the ship, so tell Leo to bring it closer, if he can."

Frank nodded. "Will do, Jason." He ran back towards the hill where he came from, transforming into a wolf and disappearing into the darkness.

Jason watched as he disappeared and then turned his attention back towards Jasmine. He studied her, and Jasmine started to feel self-conscious again.

"What's going on?" Jasmine finally brought herself to ask.

Jason looked at her, as if he wasn't sure either. "A lot at the moment, just trust me when I say everything's going to be all right.

Jasmine looked at him, "I haven't even known you for ten minutes. How am I supposed to trust you?"

"Would you rather trust a bunch of monsters who would kill you at any second?" Jason asked, as if he knew Jasmine's answer before she did.

Unable to speak, Jasmine remained silent. Instead, she looked up at the stars and made a silent prayer.

Please, she begged, don't let me die just yet.

Jason looked over at the hill, watching as the ship came closer. The shiny red eyes of the dragon grew brighter and brighter as it approached them.

"Welcome aboard to the Argo II, Jasmine."