I yelled for as long and hard as I could, until my knees buckled. Eventually, like Delphi said, my lungs began to fill with toxic air. "Help! Help. H-he-help," as I said what I thought would be my final word and breathe, Nico and Annabeth ran in, Annabeth checked on me,and Nico battled the skeleton (if you've read Rick Riordan's books, you should relize what's wrong with this picture.) When Nico finished battling the fiend, he helped Annabeth move me outside, where everyone was waiting, for fresh air.
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Daughter Of Hecate
РазноеWhen you're a short, 14 year old girl with a hard fist and an attitude, things can be hard in high school. EXPECIALLY when your a demigod.
