The Fall of Jackson || EDITING

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Anakulos

"Go get one of the others." I replied to Alethea and flinched at the thought that she would hit me.

"No. The monsters came in waves of six. Who knows how many are to come. We need you." She pleaded and I put my hand to my chin and started stroking it.

"Nope. Still don't care." I responded, already bored by the conversation.

Alethea intensified her glare and cracked her whip threateningly.

"Let's go." I groaned and grabbed her hand in mine. "Annabeth and Clarisse are in charge. I expect you all to have mastered the first move."

A few of the campers nodded and I avoided Poseidons glare and focused on Alethea and I. The air around us compacted and I was weightless for a moment, before the sound of war rang though the air and I was standing on a battlefield.

"Where are Demitri and Klemenis?" I asked and tightened my grip, my twin swords appearing in my hands; Alekos and Lysander (Two translations for Defender of Mankind).

"One's on the East side of the camp, the others on the West. I have the South, you have North." Alethea shouted and ran in the direction of her..well..direction.

I swung my swords in my hands and started slicing monsters as I headed to my wing of the camp, stopping occasionally to help out a few campers who were being overpowered. Like Alethea had said, the monsters came in waves- like an army of idiots.

I sliced the head of a dracanae off and stabbed another in the abdomen. Golden dust piled at my feet as I attacked. I felt the blackness return to my eyes and I didn't fight it, just let it take over and fight for me. Screams were cut short and I continued forwards until I was stationed with a line of Romans on the North side of their camp.

Reyna was sitting atop a pegasus in the sky, her pegasus would swoop down and she'd decapitate a few monsters. She shouted something to the campers in Roman and they all roared.

They began fighting with renewed hope, slashing and parrying the enemies attacks. A few soldiers fell, but no one seemed to dwell on them. The Romans fought together like well-oiled machines. I had to admit, it was impressive. I ducked under an arrow and rolled forwards, stabbing the monster that fired at me.

Twenty or so waves later, the enemy had been defeated. The Romans regrouped and waited for orders from their praetors.

"We would never have won if it weren't for the members of the Order. We are in your dept." Reyna said and bowed her head in our direction.

My swords were put away and I prepared to head back to the Greek camp. Demetri and Klemenis stopped him beforehand and gave him a quick brief of their time at this camp.

"Alethea is working on improving the defences and thinking about giving them their own border like the Greeks." Demetri said.

"You'll have to get her majestys permission." I replied.

Demetri nodded. "How is training going on your side?"

"I can already guess that it's going great here, but the Greeks are lazy. These people are warriors. I should've chosen them." I muttered the last part and Klemenis chuckled, slapping my back.

"Yeah, you should've."

We exchanged fairwells and they left to give the Romams a hand with their cleanup and burials. I closed my eyes and felt the air around me harden, then my feet landed on solid ground.

My third of the camp were following Annabeths example of the wrong move and I rolled my eyes.

Pathetic. I thought.

I turned and decided that I would help out Maximos as a distraction.

His third were doing much better than mine. They followed his examples and by the time I reached Maximos' side, they had the move memerised and had moved on to sparring.

"What's wrong?" Maximos asked me as I sat besides him on a bench.

"I just got back from the other camp, they were attacked. But the thing is, the monsters attacked in waves. If Alethea hadn't gotten me, they would've been wiped out."

"Rough." He grunted and critiqued the stance of a camper.

"How's your third doing?" I asked.

"Better than yours." He mocked and turned his head to look behind him, where my campers were doing something that scum of Athena was showing them. "What kind of stance is that?"

Maximos had a thing about the proper stance and position when we sparred or fought. Anytime on the battlefield, if you weren't in a correct stance, he would let you know- even if it meant getting an arrow to the side.

"Her foots too far ahead of the rest of her body, and don't even get me started on her elbows-"

The conch horn cut him off, signalling their lunch break. The campers all put their weapons back where they got them from and headed to the Mess Hall in an orderly fashion. Maximos stretched and pulled me to my feet.

"I say we do something fun." He suggested with a wag of his brows.

"Your definition of fun is completely different to mine." I commented and helped him replace the dummys they'd been practicing on.

"We'll go with Klemenis' definition then." He replied with a grin.

I grinned back at him slyly and we raced back to our small cabin.

Line Break

Third Person

The Aphrodite cabins screams echoed throughout the camp. Campers stopped what they were doing to look in the direction of the screams. Aphrodites kids rushed out of the cabin looking as if they'd seen the Minotaur.

"What happened?" Annabeth asked Piper, worry written all over her face.

"C-crocs... McJagger pants... all ug-ugly." She stuttered and her eyes hlazed over with horror. "Ugly. All of it."

A few of the older campers cautiously stepped into the cabin, only to come out fuming and shouting at the Aphrodite kids for scaring them.

"They're only clothes!" One of the Hermes campers yelled.

"Ugly clothes!" A girl sobbed.

One of the Aphrodite girls had dragged Chiron in on the mess and he ordered them to continue with their days, training cancelled because of the 'mortifying events'.

Somewhere off in the distance, Anakulos and Maximos cried out in pain as Nyssa slapped them both.

"Idiots." She hissed.