The war scared the shit out of Cacy.
Sure, she had fought at the battle of Labyrinth, but this was a whole different thing. She had never seen so much monsters in her life. Some were even worst than her nightmares.
She ducked and rolled on the pavement of New York to lead the dracanaes out of the road and away from the sleeping people. She was seperated from the Hermes cabin as the dracanaes surround her and isolated her from the rest. Now she was lost, since this was only her second time in the human world, and her first time ever in New York. But she could see the top of the Empire State - Mount Olympus - not so far from where she was, maybe just four or five blocks from here. The enemies were closing in. There were eight dracanaes fighting with her. She tried to believe in what Chiron always said, that she was a powerful demigod and a great fighter, but she didn't feel like it right now. She was getting weaker every minute, and it seemed that she couldn't win.
But she had promised him. And that's all that matter to her. She had to try her best.
She jumped up and sliced the head of a dracanae off. Another grabbed her behind her back, holded her there while others same charging to make her their dinner. She flipped the one holding her toward, stabbed a knife into it chest and the dracanae exploded into golden dust. On the other hand, she flew the other knife into another dracanae. It exploded too. She ran, take the knife back, and sliced the head of another dracanae with her twin knives. But there were still five dracanaes left, and she already had some serious cut. She couldn't win. She knew it. But she didn't feel so bad about the dying stuff. That would free her from the stupid Aphrodite's curse. And no one would miss her much or mourn over her death or something. If she went like this, she would be in Elysium, or she could start a new life. That sounded pretty awesome, if you asked.
A dracanae sliced at her rib, and she collapsed. This is it, she thought. The dracanaes got closer to her, smiling victorious.
And then one exploded into golden dust.
Cacy's eyes opened wide as the rest of the dracannae hissed and turned. From the corner of the street, the Hermes cabin poured into the scene, and with the Stoll's lead, they killed all the monsters. She looked at Travis and Connor with surprise. She never knew they fight this good. If her godly parent was Hermes, it would be nice to be their little sister.
"You okay?" Travis asked while Connor helped her up.
"Yeah." She said, tried to stand up but collapses immediately.
"No, you are not." Connor said when Travis called "Jack, Ally, bring her to the Plaza Hotel. Quickly. She needs medical help. Call Will. She is losing blood!"
As Jack and Ally came to her, Connor gave her some nectar and ambrosia. It made her felt a little bit better, but still very like a demigod pancake. When Jack and Ally lifted her up, she went unconsious.
She woke up the next morning, feeling like she could chop bunch of dracanaes into pieces. She thanked Will Solace and headed out of the street.
And when she saw the drakon, she wished she stayed unconsious.
Percy, Annabeth and O'Leary, Percy's hellhound, were fighting with it, but they stood no chance. She knew she should help, but all she could do was stare at it, and her mind went, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Then Clarisse came in her chariot, but she knew right then and there that there's something not right. Clarisse wasn't as slim, and she definitelly didn't have those curves. Her voice couldn't be that high. And the way she held the spear... didn't look like Clarisse at all.
And Clarisse's eyes were not blue.
The girl in Clarisse's armour was Silena Beauregard.
She yelled "No!" even before Silena collapsed. And then the real Clarisse came. Cacy watched from the corner of the street as Clarisse finished the drakon in a heartbeat. And then Percy, Annabeth and Clarisse gathered around Silena. Her face was destroyed. She was no longer the beautiful daughter of Aphrodite. Just a dying demigod. Though Cacy loathed Aphrodite, she never hated Silena. Silena was a sweet person. Tears streamind down her cheek as she watched Silena dies, silently in the distant.
She noticed that they were talking, and then Silena held out a silver bracelet. No. It couldn't be her. She couldn't be the spy! Cacy could see the same expression on the other's face. Percy looked confused, especially when he looked up and saw her in the corner. Why did he look at her like that? And when Clarisse stood up and said, "She is the hero, you understand? She is the hero," Cacy slightly nodded and went back inside the tower to find somewhere to cry for the daughter of Aphrodite.
Percy felt awful. Of course, because he just witnessed the death of Silena, one of his friends. But that's not all of it. He felt bad because when Silena was dying, he saw that girl, Cacy, hinding in a corner of a building. He saw sadness in her eyes, tears on her cheeks, and suddenly he felt guilty for framing her. Maybe that's the reason why she seemed misfit. Because she was different, and the campers stay away from her. That's why she keeps everything to herself.
Annabeth saw the guilty glance that Percy had given Cacy earlier. And suddenly she understood. Percy framed her. If only he knew what Chiron meant to this poor girl. Annabeth knew Cacy would never do something like that.
"Annabeth," Percy called, and she looked up. A helicopter. And it's falling.
Rachel.
"What is that stupid girl doing here?" She gritted her teeth and they hurried to rescue the red-headed girl.
Percy and Annabeth forgot about Cacy right that moment.
