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Chapter 3

Sofia POV

The campers gawked shamelessly at the figure standing not ten metres from them. I mean, why wouldn't they? Leaning against a sleek Ducati, that was piled up with…weapons. Lots of them. A crossbow with a full sheath of peculiar looking arrows hung from the back, and celestial bronze, imperial gold as well as a fairly new material, royal silver, found merely three thousand years ago. Dozens of daggers hung everywhere, and a silver whip was coiled around the handlebars, yet the bike still looked bloody awesome.

This was War.

Who else could it be? Unless Famine had taken a new look. I quickly reviewed my vast knowledge. War, came first, in the 1400s. He had single handedly killed his whole family, mother, father, sister, brother, grandparents. Then the next had been his village. Chaos had apparently found him in the middle of a field of dead bodies, a knife in his hand, and the blood of his family and friends on his hands. War. Tough, merciless. Hell of a good fighter. Always has a large pitch black snake coiled around his neck or arm. Was there?... yes that snake was coiling around his arm this second silently hissing and raising its head, forked tongue slipping in and out of its mouth. Talk about disturbing. War yawned. Everyone stood to attention.

"As much as I would love to continue basking in all your pathetic stares, I am required to give you a piece of incredibly wise advice…and I warn you heed it carefully. Duck. Now."

Before any of us could react, that silver whip was flitting above their heads, causing a slight breeze that ruffled their hair. The flitting end of the whip nicked the hellhounds eye, who had been sneaking up behind us. The whip snapped back to it's owner. It froze for a second before seeming to smoke and collapsed to the ground in a pile of ash. But the whip was around the handlebars before…I thought dimly. Whatever, He's immortal. What would you expect? But I'm immortal…

"You missed the heart. That's what only what only an amateur does," Cadmus said smugly, eager to prove the new seemingly perfect stranger worse than seemingly, and regain his original splendour and royalty. War casually turned his head toward Cadmus, a nonchalant smile on his face. In one glance you wouldn't think much of it. Just a man smiling. But those eyes. Those eye themselves was like the depths of mortal hell itself, like a black fire of curling in his pupils, like men had died and their screaming souls were howling in his eyes. Even Cadmus cringed. The monsters cowered and shrunk into the shadows.

"Are you doubting me?" War said calmly. Cadmus raised his head and stared into War's eyes. He probably thought he was being brave. There's a fine line between bravery and stupidity, and Cadmus seemed to have crossed that. Scratch that, Cadmus has spent his whole sad little life over it.

"Perhaps," he said. He ventured further over the line. I gripped Cadmus's shoulder, urging him to shut his fat mouth. He brushed my hand off with ease. Yup, definitely thinks he's being brave.

"Sorry, sweetie, got to take care of a minor imposter," he whispered tersely staring at War. I stepped back. Well his painful sacrifice. Nice knowing him. Not. War stared at Cadmus with those eyes then raised a foot to walk toward Cadmus. Well that's what it looked like. Less than a second later Cadmus was two metres in the air, War's fist twisted in his special Camp Half Blood's Leader shirt. War's eyes burned brighter.

"One last chance. Before you cease to exist. Are you doubting me?" War hissed, and his snake coiled around Cadmus' neck and it slowly squeezed tighter and tighter. There was true terror on Cadmus face. Not that I hadn't seen it when Cadmus wasn't looking. Or more like, he couldn't see me. Athena had given me a pair of earrings that when I wear them, no one can see, hear, or touch me, but I can them. Quite convenient, I would say. Pity I left it in my cabin. But the other campers hadn't apparently seen their almighty god show fear. They all worshipped him as a kind, brave, persistent, funny, humble, honourable, smart person. But that was just me telling him what to do. So… An idiotic Cadmus worshipper, Harley, ran up to War with an enraged battle cry, a kid of Ares that I recognized and all the other campers recognized as one of the strongest kid in the camp apart from Cadmus, waving around his long imperial gold sword, and slashed at War's torso. Well, tried to. War dropped one hand, his other fist still gripping Cadmus, and grabbed Harley's wrist and slammed the tip of the sword into the ground. He growled viciously and would of continued fighting had War continued twisting. There was a loud crack, and he let go, Harley hobbling away, to brave to let the tears fall, his arm at an extremely awkward angle. War looked back at Cadmus and cocked his head slightly and smiled, eyes still blazing.

"I do apologize for the slight disturbance. What was I saying? Yes. Are you doubting me?" he hissed. Cadmus spluttered.

"N…n…no?" he stammered nervously. He will hate himself for it later. War grinned opened his fist, his snake coiling to his neck. Cadmus crumpled to the ground in a sad little heap of clothes and bruised limbs. He scowled as he dragged himself to his feet and staggered toward me again.

"Imbecile. Pompous idiot. Self absorbed jerk. Total wannabe. Know-it-all," Cadmus spat, steadying himself on my shoulder. Are you describing yourself?

"That Horsemen is such a fake. We could like totally thrash him in a duel," Cadmus spat. Guess not then. I saw some shadows emerging from the woods. Damn we forgot about the monsters.

"For you amateurs, this is electrum. One touch from this metal, will burn through a monsters bones and the fire would seep into their veins and burn them inside out. The eyes are the most painful area. Especially for Underworlders. Their fire is in their eyes, and the flame burns brighter. It causes a slower more painful death," War was saying.

"Of course, honey, but we seem to have a, ah, slight problem," I said to Cadmus, pointing to the monsters.

He swore. How leader-like. Ignoring War, he raised his sword into the air and screamed:

"CamPERS!" The other campers stood to attention and drew their swords, immediately reacting to the sound of their leaders voice.

"Charge!" he cried. The remaining campers rushed forward with battle cries. War stared in interest and leant back against his bike, casually murdering a couple of monsters that had bravely slinked up to him with a lazy flick of his electrum whip. The campers were rushing toward the monsters. No, no, no, no, no. This was suicide bombing. After seeing the majority of our campers be brutally murdered, why the heck was Cadmus rushing head on to them, no strategy, no ideas, no nothing? The idea made me sick. Too late now. I winced and shut my eyes as I awaited the certain death and bloodiness. Suddenly there was a sound of dust exploding. I fearfully glanced up. Where there was the first line of monsters, there were piles of black dust, and black cloud of horror and dust was hanging above them. Was it War? No. War seemed as shocked as everyone else. But more…irritated. Suddenly, I heard a loud screech in the air. Everyone glanced up. It was a pure black griffon. That seemed familiar…

A pure black griffon vulture flying in the sky would signify that she was nearby. The Second Horseman.

Death was near.

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-Talia .