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Jesse POV

"Jesse? When was last time we fought this many people together?" Mark Wolfram, my best friend/ bodyguard asked.

"Hmmmmm… Never actually you were unconscious in Athena's Library and I hardly call wrestling with the Nemean Lion while I healed Andrew a battle fought with each other." I replied, aiming my bow at the female's head.

"Point taken." He replied in a tone that meant seem to scream, we're dead! Not only do we not know how each other fight, we're out numbered.

"It was nice knowing you too Mark." I gulped, as there archers trained there bows at our hearts.

"Yahooooooo!" a loud voice screamed, out loud. A sudden figure dressed in black slashed at one of the sues that were pointing at me.

The person immediately hacked at the sues with a crystal sword that made them scream and disinigrate into green dust. As if on cue, Mark and I started to attack them as well. They dodged my arrows and Mark's scimitars. And every time we hit them they would just simply heal as if nothing hit them.

"Arrggggg! Damn you to deepest pit in the underworld, Zoey Mason!" the last Stue screamed as the person slashed at it.

"Wow! I thought this group would never die!" said a southern female accent. I stared at the person shocked. It was a girl with dark blue eyes and long black hair.

"What? Wipe that stunned look off your face. I just saved your life." The girl snapped at me.

"So you need new arrows that kill sues, right?" she asked. When we didn't reply she simply waved her hands in front of our faces. "Γη άλαλος και πιό άλαλος; Καθένας σπίτι;" She spoke in Greek flawlessly (if you don't count the slight southern scent), meaning she was a demigod or some how related to Greek Mythology.

Mark snapped out of his dazed state and began yelling at her in Greek.

" Τι σε father' μου το όνομα του s ήταν εσείς που σκέφτεστε!; Αυτό που συμβαίνουν εάν σκοτωθήκατε!; Το cWho είναι εσείς anyways; Τι είναι εσείς; Είστε Sue; Μοιάζετε με έναν λόγω των ματιών σας. Πώς σκοτώσατε μηνύετε; Τι το ξίφος σας αποτελείται από; Απαντήστε σε με!"

She ignored him and held her hand out to me. "Zoey Selene Mason and you are?"

"Jesse Cantor, Son of Apollo and the one who yelled at you in Greek is Mark Wolfram, Son of Hades; we're from 'Jesse Cantor and the Prophecy of the Betrayal'." I replied while shaking her hand. It was a firm quick one. I studied her more. She wore a worn out black leather jacket, a black t-shirt that had bold white letters that said 'Bite me'.

Mark glared at her; she flinched under his gaze, but held her ground.

"I'm here to take you to Camp Half Blood to help against the Sues"

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