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Fiona
Now I'm all alone. Except for Owen. I rush over to whatever thingy he's working on, and punch his shoulder. "Dude, help me!"
Owen stares at me and I gasp. His eyes are glassy and cold, and he murmurs something about needing to fix this machine. I took a cracker and popped it into his mouth, throwing away the stupid machine.
"Owen, go away and don't look at them. . . or ANY thing besides outside. Don't look back. Listen to this, please," I warned so harshly Owen's usually playful smile darkened into a hard line.
"Yes. I get it." he mutters, glancing briefly at the small machine.
"Owen. Run away. Get the Argo ready. Now." I say sharply.
He nods, trips over a shoelace and stumbles, racing for the door. Was he that scared? What am I doing? I don't want to hurt or scare anyone but -
Enyo lunged on me, scraping her nails across my face as I cry in pain. I feel warm scarlet blood running down my face like tears.
I am full of rage I stick my dagger into her gut so rapidly, but - she mocks a cry. Laughing, Enyo pulls my dagger out and her eyes fill with a deep look of hate.
"Years. Years and years. Nearly out of extinction! But now, REVENGE!" Enyo's face pinches and is bloodthirsty. I tense.
"You'd like Nemesis now, huh?" I smirk, and lunge for the table. As I suspected, a little gold flake under the rim, so small, but there. I tap it twice and it flicks into a large Imperial Gold shield.
Leo Valdez, Owen's dad, had hidden one just about everywhere just in case a demigod would need it. Only demigods knew about it. ONLY.
I flick through several panels on the hold as quick as I can and see a Styx blade. I turn it and be sure not to look directly at it.
I see Enyo's eyes widen in fear. I throw it at her and it pierces through her body. She's gone, forever. I run for the blade, but Attis beats me to it.
"Stupid girl. I can turn into a man as endearing as Narcissus. Back away," he says, pointing to my friends, "Or they die along with you."
A plan rapidly forms in my head and I take the risk. I duck and jab Attis in the shin as he cries in anguish and drops the blade. I creep away from the blade and grab it up. I smile, glad that my plan didn't fail completely.
"Don't call me stupid." I snarl, whipping across his face with the blade, jabbing his eye roughly.
He whines in pain, his body melting to a pool of blood, and drying out into the velvet floors.
Now it is just Agdistis, hoping he doesn't murder anyone. It must be a Prophecy of 8, and I can't afford to lose anyone. I avoid looking at my entire blade, and see a lurking shadow.