The Evolution of Darkness (TMI and PJO Clash) [COMING VERY SOON]

In Your Unicorn Dreams

Dedicated to Amillia because she is like a guidance to me, she's cool, and loves unicorns(which fits in with this chapter title). :P

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Jessie

 Separating with my friends was a very bad plan. Stupid, entirely stupid.

  While they're fending off the Ares kids, including Jace and Clary(who are both very flabberghasted at the people who watched them make out), I'm fleeing for my life. I'm an awful strategist. Terrible, simply terrible.

  Now it was up to me to get their flag. They seem to hold so much promise and trust in me, as if the outcome would always be, "Jessie wins the game". Which is not. Which may not. Don't they understand that I need to make a very hard effort, and that I may not be able to get the flag? Don't they understand that I'll get beat up by those violent Ares kids(Rita not included)? Don't they understand that the doubt I have in myself can be only described as immense?

  I run quickly through the forest with a careful light tread. As much as I am eager to finish off this game-gone-wrong, I'm worried about of the possibility of the other team reaching the flag and bringing it back before I do. Which would be typical, if not tragically.

  Fortunately, I could see the blood-red boar flag in the distance waving proudly, as if saying: "Ya wanna piece of meh? Well then, pick up yo' pace and stop runnin' lak a snail!" Even though it's just my imagination, I snarled back in my mind: "Oh, you're on, fluffy-face."

  The anger I am putting into this imaginary conversation helped me run faster. Now I can see the flat clearing of grass around the flag. As much as I predicted that there would not be much defenders, right now, there were none at all in sight. Brave they are. I have to give them that, though  stupidly reckless. But, no matter how much I think of their plan as a horrible idea, I can't help thinking that I've been acting like a tremendous sissy, arranging so much defenses. That's irony, really, me threatening my allies while declaring such a sissy-like plan.

  I wonder how the other Apollo and Hephaestus kids are faring back in our territory. Are they pummeling the enemy like bosses, or merely the ones being pummeled? I crane my ear, trying to hear any sounds, and catch the faint fighting noises of shouting, swords clanging, and the sound of a stampede of angry kids somewhere in the distance.

  Almost at the flag...I start sprinting, but constantly and cautiously hiding behind bushes and trees. You never know when someone catches sight of  you and your cover gets blown.

  As if I have even have one, I think sarcastically.

  Drew's voice drawls in the enemy's territory. Maybe she's in the distant battle ahead, probably using some goddamn microphone predictably stolen from the Apollo cabin. Typical.

  "Fellow attackers, turn around and walk away." Her charmspeak was annoyingly convincing. I summoned up all my willpower to ignore her agreeable voice. Hmm, "fellow attackers...fellow attackers..."

  Is there a way around that word? Of course there is, as long as you love me. Hehe, kidding. As long as you have the wit to.

  "I ain't no attacker, I'm simply a person that is playing a game against badasses. Minus one, that is, for Rita." I think, smirking to myself. Then, my smile melt right off my face. What I can't believe is that  I actually said that out loud. And it was pretty loud. 

  I heard soft chuckle. A chuckle from probably a teenage boy. Shoot, I've blown my cover. ...Oh well, who cares. Why bother anyways? I haven't got one to begin with. Besides, that very sound confirmed that there's definitely defense, only hidden from plain view. Of couse. As much as these Ares kids are a bunch of no-brainers(minus Rita), Clarisse wouldn't be that dumb.