SoftWare: Ayo.
Artemis: ?
SoftWare: You don't know that expression?
Artemis: (Shakes her head)
SoftWare: it's a fancy way to say hello.
Artemis: Ah.
Disclaimer: In first chapter
Chapter Five
I Dice a Drakon
We took a camp van after promising the camp guard, Argus, that we wouldn't break it. Thalia drove it and we rode Long
Island Sound all the way to New Jersey, outside what looked like an abandoned farm. I drew Moonbeam, to be on the
safe side. We walked over to the barn, and found a big snake-like creature tormenting a girl in a camoflauge outfit.
"Phoebe." I glanced at Thalia. "One of the Hunters?" She nodded. "Okay, you guys get Phoebe. I'll take Jake." They
looked at me. "Jake?" "Jake Rattlesnake." They snorted. I stepped out from behind our cover. "Hey, Jake! Wanna play?"
Jake was not happy. He lunged for me. After all, why not? It was lunge hour. (A/N- Get it? Lunge, lunch?) He tried
to bite me, and I barely dodged him. He swung at me with his enormous head. I sliced with Moonbeam, and managed
to cut him a little.
(Thalia POV)
As Shawn fought the drakon, we ran to Phoebe. "Phoebe!" I whispered. She faced us. "Lieutenant?" I shushed her.
"Keep it down!" "How'd you get the drakon to leave?" "Shawn's fighting it.""Who's Shawn?" "A Son of Artemis." "A Son
of who?"
(Shawn POV)
Jake managed to club me against the farmhouse, and tried to bite. I slashed with Moonbeam. Somehow, I cut off his
head without meaning to. I stood there for a second, then faced the Hunters, who had come out of the barn, supporting
Phoebe. Phoebe was looking at me like I was bad news, which I understand, since I hear she was a man-hater. "They
tell me you're the Son of Artemis." I nodded, and held up Moonbeam. When she saw the sword, she stopped glaring at
me. "Yeah, you're the Son of Artemis." "Did Jake Rattlesnake here tell you where we could find the next Hunter?" "He
did say something about Denver. Why?" "You're not the only Hunter that was brought back to life. We're looking for
them all." She smiled at that.
(A/N)
Phoebe: I'M ALIVE!
Shelby: No duh.
SoftWare: Shelby, cut it out.
Shelby: Sorry.
Computer: SoftWare, offline.