I stood up sharply. My hellhound, who i resolved to call Ember, growled. I glanced at Calliope. She looked dangerous, her eyes shining, jaw set, knives glinting in the moonlight. She always looked determined and beautiful. it gave her a warrior-princess look.
The monster roared and Calliope stepped in front of me as it charged, standing next to Ember. It snorted as it got near us and spotted Ember. She attacked with her claws outstretched. It was an honestly beautiful sight, a hellhound in full-blown battle action. and Calliope was a pretty cool picture as well.... i felt kinda bad that i wasn't helping. I never help. So lets do something. I smiled and began to call on my friends the ghosts.
~Calliope~
I could feel the temperature drop slightly as ghosts gathered. i stabbed at the minotaur's eyes, puncturing one. the ghosts moved as one, and i heard Bella yammer on and on and on and on about how awesome i was and how cute "Ember" -i assumed the Hellhound - was and how they should help us. there was actually a guy with a ghost gun that shot real bullets, which was handy. with a final kick, the minotaur fell. And i fainted dead away.
TO BE CONTINUED
sorry if the cliff hangers get annoying they're just fun to use! RICK RIORDAN I KNOW HOW U FELT WRITING MARK OF ATHENA
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