This girl had startling blue eyes under her glasses, like the color of the sea. She generously helped us find the books that we were looking for, and even gave us her insight on the books, since she read them all apparently.

"Oh, yes," She cooed and turned the page, almost admiring it, "This book is certainly the best out of all of them." And trust me; the pile she gave us was huge. We were sitting back at the wooden table, an extra chair pulled up to the exterior of the table for the girl. Adam and I talked with each other through our eyes.

"Well?" I asked.

"Well, what?" He responded.

"She seems pretty cool."

"Yeah. At least we know what the hell we're doing now."

"At least we know what the hell is going on." I corrected, "Maybe we should ask for her name."

"That would help."

"Right."

I tore my eyes from his and opened my mouth to say something, but the girl interrupted me.

"You two do know that I'm sitting right here, correct?" She didn't even look up from the book. Both of our eyes widened and I managed to answer her.

"Yes, but-"

"My name is Chandler," Chandler said and finally looked up from us, a nice smile appearing on her face. "It's nice to meet you both." I nodded.

"It's nice to meet you too, Chandler."

"Ditto," Adam said and bobbed his head. Chandler closed the book and studied our faces.

"It's refreshing to meet some young people who are actually into Greek Mythology," She rolled her eyes, "And not that stupid sparkly vampire nonsense." She waved her hand in dismissal. Adam and I stifled our laughter. She sighed.

"So, why are you two studying up on your anatomy of Hydras?" She snorted, "Did you battle one or something?" She was obviously joking, but I seriously thought that this chick could see right through me.

"Um," I muttered, conjuring up something to say, "Yeah." Her expression became serious again and she tapped her chin.

"How did you even survive?" She asked me, looking at me. I scoffed.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She smirked.

"How did you defeat it? I mean, to me, you just look like a regular sixteen year old girl." There was silence between us and she continued, "So, how'd you do it? I'm dying to know because killing Hydras are seriously hard to kill." I looked back at Adam, the question "Should I tell her?" appearing in my hazel eyes. He nodded once. I looked back at Chandler.

"I, uh, shot flaming arrows at it." She raised an eyebrow.

"You mean to tell me that you have a bow?" She squealed, "Lemme see! Lemme see!" I shook my head.

"I don't have it with me," I said, "It only appears when I'm in danger." Chandler pursed her lips.

"If I wasn't utterly confused right now, I'd be all over you," She sighed, "But how does it appear?"

"Right in my hand,"

"Like, BAM! There it is?" She questioned, emphasizing the BAM part.

"Yes," I nodded, "B-BAM." I stuttered and Adam was trying not to laugh at me. I hid my face with my hand and sunk deeper into my chair. Chandler fiercely looked at Adam.

"And tell me, young man," She crossed her legs, "Did you battle a Hydra?" Adam immediately stopped laughing and I could sense that he was tense, but that only lasted for a second.

"N-no," He stammered and sat a little higher in his chair, "But I killed a Cyclops." Chandler's eyes widened.

"A Cyclops?" She squeaked, "Where on earth are you even meeting these creatures?"

"Italy and Pennsylvania," Adam and I said. We glanced at each other but then back at Chandler. Her eyebrows furrowed in thought.

"And how did you kill this Cyclops?" She was looking sternly at the book.

"Uh, lightning," Adam hesitantly said. A moment after he said that, Chandler's hands were on the book, madly flipping through it, trying to find a certain page. She stopped when she found that page and instantaneously smiled.

"Aha! Found it!" She sang and her fingertip narrowed down on one part of the page that she was specifically looking for. "Have you guys ever heard of people called half-bloods or demigods?" She pulled back from the page and looked at both of us once, an eyebrow poised in the air and a mask of seriousness on her face. I would've laughed at the comedy of her face, but I was scanning my brain for those words. I shook my head and Adam did so shortly after too.

"No, I'm sorry, I don't," I cautiously peered at the page, "But would you like to tell us?" Chandler nodded.

"Of course," She closed the book, obviously not needing its information. "A demigod is a being who is half human and half god." She looked at us, an expectant smile showering down upon us. Adam and I looked at each other, talking through our eyes again.

"What in the world is she talking about?" He asked.

"I have no idea."

"Greek Mythology isn't real, though."

"Apparently she thinks so." I said.

"She's got too big of an imagination."

We looked back at her and she looked back at us, clearly disappointed.

"You think I'm crazy," She uttered and looked down. Adam's eyes widened and he told me to comfort her with one jab of his head towards her. I awkwardly placed my hand on her shoulder.

"We don't think your crazy," I searched for her eyes, "We're just a bit taken back that this might all be…real." She looked up.

"It's true! It really is!" She flipped open the book again and pointed the page out to us. Adam and I looked, but I shook my head.

"Chandler, just because its in a book, doesn't mean its real." She shook her head this time.

"I know, I know, but it all just makes sense!" She looked at m, studying me.

"You like to write, right?" I nodded.

"Yes, I do and I like to sing also." She looked through some more pages and stopped at one. I looked at it and it had a picture of a man, but he was a marble statue, holding a lyre.

"This is a statue of Apollo, the god of light, the sun, truth and prophecy; medicine, healing and plague; music, poetry and the arts. So, obviously you're his daughter." She looked at Adam. "Now, Mr. Lightning, you must be the son of Zeus because he has the master lightning bolt." Adam grinned; oh boy, this was not a good sign.

"Zeus?" He asked. "Isn't he the main god?"

"As in head of the 12 Olympians, you mean, then yes."

"That's totally wicked!" He cheered. I rolled my eyes but laughed; what a typical reaction of Adam.

"Shhh!" A lady whispered from behind a shelf. Her warning sounded like a snake hissing, and even though I caught a quick glimpse of her, I didn't get a good feeling from her presence. Before she disappeared back into the shelves, she flashed me a wicked smile ever so quickly. Now that I look back on it, her skin had a tint of green to it, almost scaly. My eyes widened and I turned back to Chandler and Adam who were avidly discussing how awesome Zeus is. I interrupted their discussion.

"Guys," My uneasy whisper made them look at me. "I think we should get outta here."

"Why…" Adam started to ask but the sound of burning stopped him. We all turned around to see that a whole shelf of books was on fire, not to mention it was quickly spread. I gulped.

"That's why." I mumbled. Adam and Chandler kept on looking at the fire and were talking in hushed whispers on what to do. I looked back because I could sense that something was going to happen, and that thing wouldn't be good.

"Oh, Althea," Some called. I turned around to take a look, but that was yet again a big mistake. I felt a huge blow against my nose and I cried out in pain, holding my nose. I saw Adam scamper out of his chair and throw a bolt of lightning at my pursuer. She went flying into a shelf, knocking it down. I got up too and hid behind an upturned table, feeling the slight pressure of my quiver against my back and the smooth touch of my bow against my skin in my hand.

Despite the blood on my hands from my nose, I loaded the bow and aimed, easily taking down to of these creatures near the door that were blocking the exit out of the library. To my surprise, they shimmered into two piles of dust. I looked to my right to find Chandler struggling with putting the fire out. She was running back and forth, eagerly, from the back door of the café to the shelves with buckets of water. I didn't know how long she had been doing this, but she already looked drained. I ran over to help her.

"Chandler, do you need help?" She threw one bucket on the raging inferno, but it merely simmered, no harm done to it. She coughed and shook her head.

"No, no, I'm fine," She looked over to Adam, breathing heavily, "He's the one that needs your help." I met her gaze and saw Adam fighting with the thing that had punched me in the nose. They were both equal in battle, but Adam was going to defeat her. He was throwing lots of lightning bolts at her, one after one, but the snakish like woman kept slithering away. I looked back at Chandler who now had her hand pointed to the sink at the café. There was a rumbling sound the sink exploded, the water flowing through the air and to the fire, eager to put it out.

"I got this," She reassured me. "You've got to go and help Adam." I nodded and coughed as I ran away from the billows of smoke. The air in the library was getting quite foggy and hard to see, but I would be able to manage. I spotted Adam and the snake woman, dancing towards the one last shelf that remained standing. I sprinted towards that shelf and pulled out an arrow, the arrow tip gleaming gold, even though there was hardly any light. My back was against the shelf, my arrow clutched in my grip to my unevenly rising chest, I could feel the heat of the fire starting to swallow me up too. We had to get out of here and fast. Not even a good amount of water could save this place. Just as I saw her green leg, I loaded my bow and aimed. She gasped when she heard the string getting pulled back, and just at the same time, per usual, Adam and I killed her, him with his lightning and I with my arrow. As soon as she was vaporized to dust, Adam came running over to me, resting his hands on my shoulders, looking down upon me, just like he always did when he was worried about me.

"Althy, are you okay?" His eyes were dilated with the excitement of battle and he had a scratch on his left cheek, probably from the woman.

"Am I okay?" My eyes looked at his cheeks, my fingertips lingering over his cut. I barely touched it, but light was shining from my fingertips. The light caressed the battle scar and it dissolved away, leaving nothing but his un-scratched cheek. His eyes widened as he touched his cheek.

"How did you do th-"

"No time!" I called and interrupted him, my eyes wide. "We need to get out of here!" He nodded and took my hand, running through the burning debris of the books. The waft of old paperbacks were replaced the unbearable stench of burning paperbacks now. We reached the entrance of the library, but Chandler was nowhere to be found. Heck, we couldn't even see her anyway; it was impossible to through all of the heavy smoke and the loud crackling of the fire.

"Chandler!" Adam and I both yelled, attempting to look for her. "Chandler! Where are you?" I felt a tap on my shoulder and I turned around to see her, her face was still somehow innocent, but with streaks of ash on her cheeks, forehead and chin. She held the book that she so desperately lived to her chest.

"I'm right here, guys," She said to us naïve children. I grabbed her hand and ran for the exit and I knew Adam was keeping up with me. When we finally got out of that place, we were coughing from the suddenly fresh air. Sadly, we watched the library burn to the ground from the parking lot as the sun set over the horizon.