Anyone who knows Arya Jackson for more than five minutes knows her opinion of the world, and demigods not so fair place in it. Unfortunately, since the war Arya isn't that easy to get to know. To most she's little more than a legend.
Arya is fine w...
"If you make it out of the trench, it is your job to throw a rope down because there is room at the top."
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21.
The Second Battle of CHB Part 2
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"How in the world did the daughter of Poseidon end up with a Hellhound as a pet?" He asked
"It was left to me by the great inventor Dedalus." She laughed, "I know that doesn't help."
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FOR ANOTHER FEW MINUTES, the battle looked like it was going well. The Romans fought down one side of the hill while the Greeks fought down the other. Whatever managed to try and get between the two camps, would meet the seemingly free-agents Ace and Cato and not manage to make it two steps.
Maybe it was Arya having learned much about the Roman fighting style, or maybe it was the fact that Cato seemed to respect Arya. But the two managed to fight like they had known each other for years. It wasn't clean per say, not like when she fought with Percy but they both were masters with their weapons and swing with such raw power that as long as they were vaguely aware that they were still around each other, the monsters couldn't get close.
All at once, the ground below them turned soft, started to ripple with every movement in a way that defied everything that was known about what the crust of the Earth should be able to do. Screams of the unknown lifted through both the Legion and Camp Half-Blood.
The fighting stopped dead, but only because no one could advance in either direction.
AWAKE. Gaia's voice rose from under them.
Across the hill, in the blink of an eye the earth shifted, shooting up like the head of a drill, twisting itself into a twenty foot tree. It didn't stop there, it kept shaping and forming making the face of a woman with pure white skin, grass woven clothes, and leaves for hair.
"Little fools." Gaia's voice came alive from the goddess standing in front of them "The paltry magic of your statue cannot contain me."
Arya involuntarily closed her eyes tight, all of it reminding her far too much of being trapped in Gaia's dome where things were shaped of nothing but lacked the color and magic to actually form. The inability to get out. The fear that Ace was going to let himself die. They had been dying... Could Gaia suck the life force from every demigod standing in her domain? Arya's breathing became short and quick.
"Greeks and Romans!" Piper's voice floated through the hundreds of demigods, "We can fight her together!"
One deep breath in, one deep breath out. One step at a time. Arya opened her eyes.
