Carystus

I choose what my grave should look like

I think living in the same cabin as Connor and Travis had a bad influence on me. I suddenly decided to use on of Percy's main rules against him, something like; be aware at all times. You're opponent may try to trick you into thinking he or she is surrendering…

I decided to take him on with the element of surprise. I leapt forwards, knocking him into a barrel of horse food, and caught him in a position where if he struggled, his arm would probably break. (Don't blame me! It was the first thing that popped in my head!)

"Not…fair…" Percy panted, spitting straw out of his mouth. "You took me… by… surprise!" I smiled down at him angelically (I am tall, no duh…) and muttered,

"You don't even obey your own rules, silly." Percy grinned back and gave me a playful, and painful, slap on the back.

That's when we heard Grover's girlfriend scream.

Percy and I looked at each other and drew our weapons. I got my bow ready while Percy uncapped riptide, his pen-sword. We both grinned, and, yelling something dumb like, 'FOR NARNIA', we charged. I know I say this a lot, so I'll change it up a bit: It was a battlefield when we got there.

Dad was treating a bunch of campers in a corner and Silena was struggling like the damned in the underworld to get Juniper to calm down. I wondered what had happened. I spotted Grover, standing in a corner with his foot on a tree. I frowned. It wasn't like Grover to, you know, lean against a tree, much less put his foot on one. He must be pretty upset about something.

I was just about to ask him what happened when a dagger shot out of no-where-land and impaled itself in Silena's shoulder. She cried out in pain and stumbled into the healing corner just before passing out cold. I was pretty sure the daggers where poisoned with something like hydra venom. I knew it was hydra venom. And I swear to the gods and goddesses that it was Grover who threw the dagger with highly unlikely reflexes.

I heard a swiping noise to my right and ducked, a poisoned dagger slicing into the tree behind me where my neck had been a second ago. Another dagger slashed through my t-shirt, missing my skin by a centimeter. I was pretty sure that if I got stabbed, my grave would be something like this:

Carytus, Son of an Unknown Person

Killed in an Unknown Place,

At an Unknown Time

By a dagger wielding

Unknown Teenager

Honestly, I would've liked my grave to look something like these options:

BOO!

Or

Hey, nice shirt! How's the weather out there?

Or

Looking good today… Can I haunt you? I'll take that as a yes :)

I'm pretty sure you guys are thinking something like, 'Dude! Grover turned evil and is trying to kill you and you're talking about what your grave should look like when you die?' or maybe you're thinking, 'Why doesn't he die already?' or ' Stop guessing what I'm thinking and get on with the gods dammed story!'

Since you asked me so nicely, I will. (Okay, okay, Clarisse! I stopped ranting and I'm going to write the rest! Would you please stop pressing that knife into my back?)