Sorry i took so long! Ive been in and out of hospital and sick plus working on a youtube channel with some friends. i hope you like this chapter it was written by a friend of mine!

When I came too, the first thing I saw was a rope of gold tied in a braid dangling over my face, and a helm stained with patches of blood. The rope of gold was Annabeth and the helm belonged to Clarisse. The sound of cries and roars bellowed behind us. As soon as my eyes opened, they both released a suppressed sigh of relief.
"Are you okay, Nico?" Annabeth asked
"It doesn't matter! He's alive and we're still at war. Get him on his feet" she barked.
At the boom of an explosion, she rose with a celestial-bronze sword in hand and charged towards the chaos.
Annabeth gave me no time to rest. With all her might, she yanked to my feet and pulled my arm over her shoulder. I felt too sore to react. I allowed her to carry me off, and I finally could survery what the sound was. Everything was in complete chaos.
Anything that could be on fire, was very well on fire: bushes, trees and cabins. Campers were scampering back and forth to find water to douse the flames. Some were standing their ground, feverishly battling the monsters who hungered their defeat. Oh, did I not mention monsters? Well, there were monsters there too.
And it was more than a hell hound and a Scythian dracaenae. There were Cyclopes, harpies and a whole army of skeletons (really? Who's side are you on?) . The campers were putting up a great battle, but with the spreading flames, it didn't take a genius to see that we were going to be quickly overwhelmed.
Annabeth had leaned me across a tree, and I quietly regained my footing. However, my head throb rhythmically and painfully.
"What happened?" I slurred
"I think a Cyclops hit you. Clarisse pulled you out of the battle, and-
She was interrupted by the swing of a blade from a skeleton. She immediately ducked and unsheathed her dagger. With a quick flick of her wrist, the dagger tore a nasty scar into the skull of the undead.
"Nico!" someone cried out. Dakota and Percy busted out of the tree line. Dakota ran towards me and gave a gentle hug. "Are you alright? You look hurt" she exclaimed, as she began to pat down my ribs and stomach. It took some time to reassure her that I was fine.
"Where were you two?" Annabeth asked. Percy tried to tell her what had happened, but was interrupted by Annabeth half-way through her story.
"The camp is under attack and you two are strolling on the beach?"
"Well it wasn't…when you say it like that-"
"We don't have time for this! Percy, go and help the camp with the flames" Dakota snapped.
Percy jumped at the sharp tone in her voice, but regained himself. He grabbed Annabeth by the hand and both of them ran off towards the raging flames. Dakota looked at them with an angry scowl on her face. Was it anger? Maybe it was something else.
"Can you move?" she asked me. I nodded, but it was half of a lie. I was dizzy, but I could walk. She grabbed my hand, and we both run towards the chaos.
To my surprise, we were actually winning this small battle. The harpies had taken flight and the golden dust of the skeletons scattered the ground. But all that was left was that fearsome Cyclops, who was playfully swatting at the campers that swarmed at his feet. He laughed heartily as their arms swang wildly in the air. Dakota, however, was unshaken by this monster.
Like an arrow, she shot straight towards the cyclops' knee. It bellowed angrily as she scaled up its body. No lie, it was like watching a squirrel climb up a tree. As she reached the shoulder, the monster brought it hand down to slap her off, only to have her leap onto his nose. Is there anything this girl can't do?
And with a single pounce, Dakota's dagger went straight into the Cyclopes' eye. As the monster roared, Dakota leapt off of the monster and rolled onto the ground. As the beast bellowed in pain, Dakota pulled out a spear and pointed it towards the Cyclops. In a bright flash, a bolt of lightning shot out of it and struck the Cyclops. Convulsing violently, it collapsed to the ground, exploding into a beautiful mist of gold. The campers, who previously feared her, now cheered her heroics.
It's official, every friend I have is a hero, and I'm not.
Dakota sheepishly accepted her praises, Percy and Annabeth both ran towards me. The expression on their faces showed they were as confused as I was.
"That's not right, none of it is. Harpies, skeletons?"
"Chiron?" Percy asked.
"Of course Chiron. " Annabeth answered, "what about Dakota?"
"Leave her with her fans. Under all that gloss, she's still a teen"

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