"DRAGON!" someone yelled. Everyone grabbed some sort of weapon. I grabbed my bronze knife and ran toward the dragon. Peter followed with his bow in hand and sent a round of arrows flying toward it. One hit the dragon and it tumbled toward the ground. I ran toward it and began slicing, but its scales were like steel. I managed to cut off one of its claws before it flew off toward the city. "Oh no," Emma said, "It must be headed for Olympus!" "What?" I asked. "Mt. Olympus is where the gods live. It used to be in Greece, but now it hovers over the Empire State Building. I'll explain why later. Now, come on! Peter go and get the chariot!" she said.
When Peter came back he was flying a beautiful gold and ivory chariot pulled by a Pegasus. "What's that?" I asked. "It's a gift from my dad." He answered. "Hop on!" Emma and I got in the chariot and Peter took off. About ten minutes later I looked up and saw a piece of land with a large mountain hovering above the Empire State Building. "That is Mount Olympus, home of the Olympian gods." Peter said, "Let's go kick some dragon butt!" We flew over the mountain and I saw the dragon.
"Get me in low!" I told Peter. "Why?" he asked. "Just trust me!" Peter flew in low and I jumped off the chariot and on to the dragon's back. Peter landed thee chariot about a hundred yards away and he and Emma got out and started to run toward the dragon. "Stay back!" I screamed, "I'll handle him!" At that second, my foot slipped and I fell off the dragon. When I hit the ground, I backed up to avoid the dragon's tail, but when I stepped back there was no ground.
I was falling. Falling isn't unusual for me, but this was different. I was falling from about 650 stories off the ground. I remember screaming, but not being able to hear it past the whistling of the wind as I fell. The last thing I thought was, Peter, save me, and then everything went black.