Luke took a surprise attack on camp, his only effort to try and end Percy And try and convince you to come to his side. Your feet pushed you down the hidden path. The brush of the wilderness seems to taunt you and block your path. The sky crumbled in thunder as lightning danced throughout the sky. Your lungs heave and burn, the smell of sulfur in the un-rich atmosphere at camp. You would think you’d know the way around the forest, but your skills were lacking definitively.

Your hand was clamped around a sword as if it was locked. The echos of swords clashing rang out in the woods and throughout camp. You followed the path as it came to a clearing. You stopped to see Percy breaking a sweat as Luke was trying to slash him to pieces. You and Luke went way back, but when he tried to convince you that Kronos was the choice, you turned him away. “She chose me” Luke grumbled as he swung for Percy’s arm. He caught it, their blades pushing together. Percy smirked, “Did she?” He said in a playful, knowing tone. You bit the side of your mouth in anxiousness. You were slumping to put your hand on an oak tree to try and catch your breath. (You need to start exercising, girl).

Your mind immediately went to rushing into the battle. You knew your greed for the taste of justice was a lasting solid flavor in your mind. But oh, Percy, he made you feel warmth. Feel like there was righteousness to defeat evil. <> always treated you like a metal, like a trophy they could show off to the gods. To show their creation, but you were tired. You didn’t want to feel like a sickening object. So you had to choose like the north and south winds pushing at each other. Like two seas combing. So you had to decide, This would only end one way. And you had to choose. Percy or Luke.