I'm kind of grounded (I know, it sucks) so I'm writing this secretly at the library (haha. I'm so evil). This means that for the next few weeks I may be uploading about once or twice a week at the max. Seriously, I'm getting maybe half an hour to write and upload and I can only go to the library twice a week... Please don't hate me!

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GLN3: I have a hole in my wall from throwing a lamp... I threw it VERY hard... I'm not even sure why any more. xD

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Grr. I'm sorry. I loooove to write but I am known for dropping cliffhangers here and there (more like everywhere...) xD Thanks for the foooood! :D :D :D

I shall when I get my laptop back! I can't right now... A bit of a time restriction.

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Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except Finnick Odair from the Hunger Games. I don't know how that's gonna settle with Annie, but FINNICK IS MIIIIIIIINE! xD

A sound like a million sheets of paper ripping at once reverberates through the room.

"It's gotten free," Malcolm gasps, his sword already drawn and protectively at his side. I watch as everyone else follows his lead, pulling out an assortment of weapons and jumping to their feet.

"But what do we do?" I ask. "We've got a monster on the loose that took one of the world's strongest men to destroy. A full out son of Zeus!"

"How did you know that? I don't remember explaining the full story," Annabeth asks quizzically.

How did I know? I wonder to myself.

Was there any possibility that I had known this from before? No. I was never a strong student and History never quite struck me in school. I was always that quiet kid who read in the back of the classroom and kind of shut the rest of the world out.

"I… uh… I must have picked it up somewhere," I lie. Although it's not really a lie, is it? I really must have picked it up somewhere… I just don't know where.

"Well, whatever. Let's just go assess the damage, shall we?" Nico says, holding the door open and motioning us out.

The whole camp is in chaos. Campers run around, swords drawn, shouting obscenities as the monster tramples everything that stands in its way.

"How are we defeating it?" I whisper to Malcolm.

"I have no idea."

Gripping the sword tightly in his hand, he races forward, slicing the animal in every piece skin he can reach, causing huge gashes. But even with the whole camp attempting to do the same, the animal still stands there, running around and squealing as if it had been pricked in the toe by a needle.

I race forward to be held back by Nico.

"We only want experienced fighters," he says to me. "It's too dangerous."

"Are you freaking kidding me?" I practically shout. "You've got a freaking five year old on the battle field!"

"Correction, she's sixteen now. I think. But either way, you aren't fighting. You're barely stable."

"Barely stable? I'll let you know, Di Angelo, that I am fully capable, if not more capable, than helping you guys. As you can see, we seem to have a lot more youngsters in the battle than you seem to have first thought and I assure you that I am not some useless little girl. I'm freaking sixteen and I've probably been through a lot more than you have so I suggest you back off!"

With that, I run into the battle, sword in hand, slicing at whatever I can reach.

"It's no use," Malcolm says between pants, his breathing already irregular from the fast and heavy labour.

"Yes, it is. We're taking this down no matter how long it takes."

He shakes his head slightly, a small smile appearing on his face. "I like your determination."

"And I see you have a lack of it," I laugh, slicing at the animal's heel.

"I should get to work on that after we're done defeating this thing," he chuckles. "Sure could use it around here."

We continue to chop and slice, my hand sore after a measly ten minutes. After twenty minutes, it feels as if it's going to fall off and my fingers are going numb.

There is no use fighting it with sword or sheer willpower, a voice speaks in my mind, use your strength from within.

What strength? I ask it. I don't have any "strength from within."

You shall see, my child, you shall see.

I have no idea what that is about. The strange little conversation in my head leaves my asking questions. Who did the voice belong to? It was surely male, the deep tone completely giving that away. But it had called me his child. Was it Hades himself?

My anger bubbles over, all the hatred and resentment I had felt towards my father for years, making a new appearance. All the fathers day's alone, all those bring your kid to work days in which I had simply stayed home with my mother. All those days in which I had simply wished he would make an appearance. The memories return to me, turning me to ice.

I just want to hurt something. Anything. Anyone. I just want to go on complete rampage, destroying everything in my path as this animal has done.

The anger from within is a source of natural energy, the voice continues, take it and use it as your weapon.

I feel as if my stomach is burning itself from the inside out, my whole being becoming some sort of ball of fire. I'm completely consumed by my anger and where the cold once was, I feel fire. A fire that consumes everything that sits around me, a fire that completely destroys it all.

Then I watch as the animal before me sinks to its knees and I fall along with it.