━━ ❝ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 to shine like a star you must burn
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[ i. completed / edited
ii. previously called folklore
iii. extended summary inside
iv. book 1 of the greek tragedy series ]
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AS SOON AS THEY exited the taxi, the Gray Sisters peeled out, heading back to New York, where life was safer.
Cassie would kiss the ground and kiss a tree while she was at it, but Camp was in danger.
"Oh, man," said Annabeth, looking at the battle raging on the hill.
Camp was under attack, for far too many times that week. It was supposed to be a safe place, but ever since Luke had left things had changed, and not for good.
Cassie swallowed her rage and assessed the fight ahead. Many metal bulls were running around, the campers trying to fight them.
Her sword was on her hand, ready to try to whoop some bull- ass. (Did bulls have ass?)
One of the heroes shouted, "Border patrol, to me!" A girl's voice gruff and familiar.
Cassie smiled at the thought of Clarisse, those two had grown closer over the span of a year.
"Let's go!" Cassie said. "There's trouble."
Her friends followed her.
Clarisse was in trouble. Her fellow warriors were scattering, running in panic as the bulls charged.
One hero screamed and waved his arms as he ran in circles, the horse-hair plume on his helmet blazing like a fiery Mohawk.
Clarisse's own armor was charred. She was fighting with a broken spear shaft, the other end embedded uselessly in the metal joint of one bull's shoulder.
"Tyson, stay here." Percy said. "I don't want you taking any more chances."
"No!" Annabeth said. "We need him."
Percy stared at her. "He's mortal. He got lucky with the dodge balls but he can't—"
Cassie looked at Tyson who definitely wasn't a mortal. "Percy, this is going to sound wild-"
Anabeth analysed the battle field. "Those are Colchis bulls, made by Hephaestus himself. We can't fight them without Medea's Sunscreen SPF 50,000. We'll get burned to a crisp."
"Medea's what?"
Shoot, Cassie had lost hers somewhere in Massachusetts. She cursed herself for being so silly.
A scream snapped her out of her thoughts, Camp was in danger. "I'm going in."
"Tyson, stay back." Percy raised his sword. "I'm going in. too."
"Phalanx formation!" Clarisse yelled.
It was a good idea, they all knew that formation and was a good offence and defence.
The few who were listening lined up shoulder-to-shoulder, locking their shields to form an ox-hide and bronze wall, their spears bristling over the top.
