𝐄𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀 | Happiness, but better translated as "human flourishing"; to flourish by realizing one's ideal end or goal, by achieving the purpose of human life with excellence or virtue.
In Ancient Greek theater, a Greek tragedy is a play w...
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▬▬▬ CHAPTER TWENTY NINE ▬▬▬
THIS IS THE CHAPTER THAT REVEALS THE FINAL SHIP!
MAKE SURE TO READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE BECAUSE I EXPLAIN SEVERAL REASONS WHY I PICKED THE CHOSEN DUDE (and there's also a fun little warning for you all 😊)
I'll say it again in case you guys didn't catch that:
READ
THE
FUCKING
AUTHOR'S
NOTE
(after you're done with the chapter, of course)
"CLARISSE IS GLOWING...!" ESMERELDA SAID in amazement, wiping her face clean of tears.
Even without her armor or spear, Clarisse was a demon. She rode her chariot straight into the Titan's army and crushed everything in her path. An aura of red fire flickered around her. It was absolutely godly, in a hellish way.
She was so inspiring, even the panicked centaurs started to rally. The Hunters scrounged arrows from the fallen and launched volley after volley into the enemy. The Ares cabin slashed and hacked, which was their favorite thing. The monsters retreated toward 35th Street.
Clarisse drove to the drakon's carcass and looped a grappling line through its eye sockets. She lashed her horses and took off, dragging the drakon behind the chariot like a Chinese New Year dragon. She charged after the enemy, yelling insults and daring them to cross her.
"The blessing of Ares," Thalia informed her. "I've never seen it in person before."
For the moment, Clarisse was as invincible as Percy was. The enemy threw spears and arrows, but nothing hit her.
"I AM CLARISSE, DRAKON-SLAYER!" She yelled. "I will kill you ALL! Where is Kronos? Bring him out! Is he a coward?"
"Clarisse!" Percy yelled. "Stop it. Withdraw!"
"What's the matter, Titan lord?" She taunted furiously. "BRING IT ON!"
There was no answer from the enemy. Slowly, they began to fall back behind a dracaenae shield wall, while Clarisse drove in circles around Fifth Avenue, daring anyone to cross her path. The two hundred-foot-long drakon carcass made a hollow scraping noise against the pavement, like a thousand knives.
