After Nico and Zoey's little fight, I decided to set up camp and never talk to Nico again. If he still wants me to be his girlfriend when we go back to camp I'll send my daddy after him! That would be quite entertaining actually. Just picture the god of war throwing fire balls at Nico. "What's so funny," Zoey asked while pitching the tent. "Nothing," I answered. She gave me a look that screamed "Yeah, sure, whatever."

Once the tent was up, Zoey pointed out that only two people could fit inside. I shrugged my shoulders, "I don't see what the problem is." Zoey tilted her head to the side, "There are three of us but only two can fit in the tent." I took a deep breath. "I know. We'll sleep in the tent. The vermin can sleep on the dirt." "Why do I have to sleep outside," Nico questioned. His face reminded me of a snarling bear. "Zoey, don't you think Nico should sleep outside? I mean he's done this before. He must be used to sleeping on dirt and he has a weapon. If a monster stops by he can handle it since out of all of us he's the only one capable of killing a monster." Zoey had a creepy, evil smile on her face, "You're right, Deadly. Have fun sleeping outside, Dr. Doom."

Nico was shaking with anger. Instead of arguing back he turned around and walked away. This boy lives to piss me off. "Has he ever considered anger management classes?" Zoey was hammering the tent into the ground. "No, but he should. He's too irascible." Her head jerked up, "He's too what?" I rolled my eyes and exhaled loudly just like any drama queen would. Hanging around Athena is great for a person's vocabulary, except when that person is classified as a beauty, not a brain. "Irascible: easily made angry, hot-tempered." Zoey's mouth was a Shirley Temple "O". "I'm going to collect firewood," I stated in a bored tone. The fifteen year old nodded her head. "Okay," she replied but I was halfway gone by then.

I had a good stack of twigs and branches when I heard it. A loud, earsplitting, shriek. That's the thing with furies; you hear them before you see them. I dropped my pile of firewood. It scattered throughout the forest. I started running back to camp. I had to watch out for fallen trees and dead logs. That slowed me down but not by much. I knew my legs were no match for the furies' leathery wings but I had to keep going.

I looked over my shoulder to catch a glimpse of my attackers. They were so close. Adrenaline pumped through my veins as I ran faster. Those bats out of hell had nothing on me! Well, they didn't up until I tripped over a tree root and tumbled to the ground. I ended up twisting my bad ankle which made pain shoot through my left leg. I pushed up onto my knees and grabbed onto a low tree branch. I pulled myself to my feet just to be knocked down again by a fury. "Do not make things difficult," the fury screeched with its raspy voice. I rolled over to face the monster. Someone hasn't moisturized in the past millennium. "You really think I'm going to make this easy," I asked. The fury's eyes were glowing red with anger.

I looked around for something I could use as a weapon. I found nothing. Thanks a lot, Demeter. I got knocked out cold by a tree branch that whacked me in the back of the head.

I woke up with a major headache. On the bright side my ankle didn't hurt so much. I rolled onto my back. I felt like I was on a cloud. A big fluffy cloud with silky blankets you could curl up in. I opened my eyes to get a little clue as to where I was. Everything was black. The walls, ceiling, floor, and bed that I was laying in were all black. I crawled out of the bed to look for a window. After I kicked the blankets off I noticed someone changed my clothes. Instead of my sweat suit from Victoria's Secret I was in a black, satin dress. It had a slit up to my thigh and was long. In all honesty it was beautiful but I was a little freaked out about how it ended up on my body.

I decided to forget about the dress and open up a window. I searched the room with my eyes and noticed something odd about it. It was circular, usually rooms are square. That thought was pushed to the back of my head when a wall started moving. I walked up to it slowly anticipating something to pop out from behind it. As I got closer I discovered that the wall wasn't a wall. It was curtains. I pulled the curtains back. They were covering a big hole that I almost fell through. I peered outside to see fire blazing everywhere.

I figured out why the room was circular, too. I was in a tower. I closed the curtains over the hole and backed away slowly. I did a three sixty of the room. There wasn't a door in sight. I was locked in a tower in hell.