AIDEN'S POV

He leans forward noticeably, but I ignore it, because I know it's a common human nature to do so. "Well, ok. Here goes. Ashley-" I'm not able to finish, because something begins rumbling. Brendan glances at me fearfully. "What-?" Micha and Ashley stumble into the room. Micha's hair is askew, and Ashley's clothing is ripped. "What's out there?" Brendan demands. I sit up, only to feel a sharp pain in my leg. I silently hope the others don't notice, but Brendan presses down on my chest, forcing me to lie back down. "You're hurt. Stay put," he says adamantly. "No. I want to fight, whatever it is," I say, pushing Brendan's hand off of my chest. "No," Micha says. "Micha and Brendan are right, Aiden. We've given you all the ambrosia we can for now," Ashley adds. "You can't fight," Brendan says. I sigh and lay my head back down as he draws his dagger. For a moment, I wonder why he's missing his shield. Then I realize that I'm missing my sword. "See?" Brendan says, flashing me a classic Brendan smile. Before they can leave, I cough and say, "Quests are traditionally three demigods. There are four of us. I'm hurt. You do the math." Ashley's mouth drops open. "You don't mean-?" I nod. "I think I'm going to die."