Some weird person

Catalina looked over to Leslie. She was tending to some ill plants that nearby nymphs (sane ones) had told her about. "What brings you over here so early in the morning, Leslie?" She asked, with her regular southern accent.

Catalina flinched a little, surprised by Leslie's sudden anger.
"I'm sorry to disturb you," She said, adding "I'm just here to tend to these dying plants. It might seem unnessescary to do so at a time like this, but I need to give them care as soon as possible."
"You can pretend I was never here, don't mind me." She said, looking back at her plants.

She nodded. "I understand. It's okay." Catalina said, patting down some dirt.
"It's nice out here in the early morning, isn't it?"

As usual I wasn’t sleeping. I was walking in the forest thinking. Since the night Nyx had appeared I had become more friendly. But I started to know why. It was because I was scared. Scared of the last sentence the goddess had said “Be a hero and die in Honour”. Now I needed company to make that sentence leave my mind. Then I thought of Leslie. She had been there on the night. She had been there to help me. I liked her a lot. But I forgot about my powers. As more I thought of Leslie the more my body was swallowed in darkness. I was shadow-travelling. Blurred images passed by me. The wind blowing hard. And then it stopped. I was next far off in the forest facing Leslie and Catalina ( the girl of the strawberry field). I was shocked but I said “Uh well I accidently shadow-travelled”. I had a massive grin beneath my mask. But my head spun quickly to the side. I looked in the darkness of the night and saw a massive satyr. His eyes were red with hatred and he held two celestial bronze swords. I looked back at the girls and said “ You know my mother is the goddess of night right? That means I get hyper when it’s dark and that I can see in the night. Well two hundred meters over there is a satyr and I can tell he’s not very happy.”

I drew out my machete and shouted “watch out” to Emma. I pushed her aside and slashed at the satyr. He fell backwards but instantly came back on its feet. I didn’t have time to swing again. The satyr tossed me aside like I was a mere fly.

I was on the floor. My torso probably broken. My machete was a meter from me. If only I could get it. But I looked up and saw what I needed. It was night and Night was my mother. I rolled on the back, grabbed my machete, and with all my strength, threw to the satyr. He yelped in pain and disappeared in golden dust.

I looked to them both and smiled, "I guess minor godlings are cooler than I expected." I stated as I looked at Zack. My eyes adjusted on him and for the first time he kinda looked cute, I gussied it was his moms work he is strengthened by the night like I am with death, I didn't like that power so much though. I didn't let my fear of my last thought show, I just smiled to them. I looked around me and saw dead satyrs and nymphs for the first time since I had heard about them then I noticed one standing about 50 feet to my right I noticed him instantly, it was my best satyr friend ever and practically only, Sammie. "Φίλοι στο θάνατο, " I started speaking rapid Greek. "Μέχρι ο θάνατος να μας κάνουν εκτός ." The words were flowing from my mouth as I started to say the friendship bond we made. I was trying not to show emotion since my meet with Hades but at that moment all of it came flowing out of me as I broke don to the ground. I looked over to sack and made my way over trying to forget what haut happened. I fished a ambrosium cube from my jacket and handed it to him. I thought about Charlie and how he did that to Sammie and then got a rush or adrenaline. I picked Zack up and headed for the infirmary.



(Φίλοι στο θάνατο, means friends to death, Μέχρι ο θάνατος να μας κάνουν εκτός means till death do us apart.)