Adele Black: The End

9 Hours

9 Hours

For the past hour, I have been slashing and stabbing monsters like there was no tomorrow. And there quite possibly be no tomorrow, but the least that I could do was to try and make there be one.

It was difficult, mainly because I was the only person here who could see these retched things, but it was also because I was growing tired.

Killing the Minotaur had been tiring enough, but I had kept on going.

I nearly died during that because I found myself laughing.

The Minotaur, in his Fruit of the Loom underwear, was still missing one of his horns.

Percy still had that horn tucked away in a shoebox, I'm pretty sure.

But anyway, I was currently getting tired and fighting a dragon.

I jabbed it in the eye with my sword, hoping that at least that would stun it for a minute or two. I have had experiences before with dragons, and I didn't understand why Charlie Weasley wanted to work with them.

Maybe they were different in the wizard world- more gentle, even- but I knew for a fact that in the Greek World, they were rotten.

And hard to kill.

I managed to get a moment of peace before having to make a quick move and pull out my dagger and snuck up to its belly.

Making a slash in it, I used my knife to swish around whatever was in its belly.

It roared in agony, and I used that moment to quickly climb up its back, avoiding the sharp scales. I stabbed it in the neck, and watched it crumble to ashes as I fell to the floor.

I landed on my arm, and I hollered out in pain. Nobody could hear me- I knew it already, because I was in the middle of the abandoned courtyard.

My body tensed up, getting ready for the end as a hellhound raced towards me.

I looked up.

It wasn't just any old hellhound.

It was Mrs. O'Leary, and on her back was Percy, Annabeth and Grover.

"What are you doing on the ground?" Annabeth asked me.

"Well, it seems that I've broken my arm," I replied to her, staring directly into her gray eyes.

Percy winced; Grover hobbled over to me, his hoofs making clucking and clicking sounds as he went.

He stuck out a hand and put it on my arm; Grover muttered some Greek words under his breath and a bright light suddenly was around his hand and my arm. The pain I felt from a broken bone had diminished. My bone was healed.

The light died down, and when it did, I blurted out a thank you.

"How many more are left?" Percy asked me, referring to the monsters.

I shrugged and looked behind them.

"About three."

"Oh shisct," Percy stated, taking in the sight of the three monsters.

"Oh great," I sarcastically mumbled. "Looks like ground beef is back again."

"AGAIN!?" Grover exclaimed.

I nodded. "I killed him like, an hour ago."

He nodded, acting as if he was getting dizzy.

"Oh, and there's Bob," Percy causally stayed.

"And those are stragin birds..." Annabeth trailed off.

"I have a plan," I told them, a smile on my face.

"Grover, do you have your pipes?"

"Oh course! I learned a new song- Call Me Maybe!"

"Great. Now play that to get those metal birds out of here."

"Are you calling my music bad?"

"No, it's just not... Good?" I innocently told him.

"Figure this out quickly, guys, because they're right in front of us."

A few roars broke out across the grounds, and I felt the ground shake.

Bob came racing towards me, a mop sharpened up like a dagger aimed directly between my eyes and the bridge of my nose.