Excuse typos. I'll fix them when I wake up.

I followed Chiron deeper into the Big House, closing the door behind me. He led me into the foyer, where there were two of the magical goblets we used at dinner on the coffee table. I took one of them, and willed it to fill with Dr. Pepper, my favorite drink ever. Chiron reached for the other one, but didn't drink from it.

"So, Blaze," he began, which warned me I'd probably be getting lectured, though about what I didn't know. "Your friends Emma and Slade told me about how the Drakon shriveled up. They said it was like a piece of paper lit on fire, but how would that have happened? No one had a flamethrower, did they? And how did you extract yourself from it's stomach?"

"I went through its side," I said, truthfully.

"How?" Chiron asked.

"There was a hole, and I fell through it," I replied.

"But how was there a hole?" Chiron inquired, giving me a knowing glance as if he knew I wasn't being entirely honest. "Drakon hide is incredibly thick and nearly impenetrable. Which reminds me," he said, reaching for something on the ground beside him. He pulled up a heavy sheet of Drakon hide.

"Spoils of war. This belongs to you." Chiron handed me the skin. I set it in my lap and took a swig of my soda.

"Well, put it on," Chiron said encouragingly. It took a moment for me to understand what he was talking about, but I finally stood up. I swung the skin over my shoulders and let it sit there like a cape.

After a few seconds, the thick scales began to move and shift on my shoulders, molding on my arms and chest down to about my waist. It stopped moving and I realized that I was wearing a Drakon skin jacket. It looked like a fleece kind of, with a collar and no hood and a zipper, yet it was dark red, and scaly.

"Cool," I exclaimed happily. I put my hands in the pockets. "Could definitely use some adjustments, more pockets, so on," I said, more to myself than to Chiron. I looked up and saw him watching me.

"Sorry," I said hastily sitting. "I got carried away."

"No, no. It's quite alright," Chiron said, as if consoling me. "But now we must get back to the matter at hand. How did you get out of the Drakon. And I don't want you to keep out any details."

I was reluctant to share with Chiron about my powers, but I felt it was necessary and the centaur would know if I was lying, so I started the story by snapping my fingers. A flame appeared on my hand, dancing across the tips of my fingers.

Chiron's eyes widened slightly, and he nodded in realization, but he didn't interrupt, which I was grateful for. It was going to be hard enough to tell without questions in the middle of the story.

I told Chiron how I had been swallowed by the Drakon, and how I had traveled to its belly. I described the way I had begun to burn the hole through its side, and how I eventually burst out of it's stomach sack, and then continued to catch the rest of the monster on fire. Huh, I guess it was easier to explain then I thought it would.

Chiron sat there for a moment, staring at nothing in particular. I twiddled my thumbs, wanting something to do, wishing I had my fidget spinner. I drank more of my caffeinated drink, which didn't help my erratic movements.

"I see," Chiron said after several minutes of an uncomfortable silence. "Blaze," he asked. "What did you dream about during your coma?"

"Well, I wouldn't call it a coma," I said.

"What did you see while you where asleep?" Chiron revised, sounding impatient.

"Well, I dreamed about, uh, a certain person who I like," I said, blushing furiously. "And there was this thing with tacos. And I also had this weird vision of a narwhal, and another time I was in this huge stone cavern and there were voices everywhere, and-" Chiron interrupted for the first time since I'd started speaking.

"What did the voices say?" he asked, leaning forwards tentatively.

"The voices? Oh, in the cavern." I racked my brain, trying to remember. "Uh, something about taking the flames, and someone coming, who wouldn't have any choice or something. And then there was this huge black man." I glanced cautiously at Chiron. "Like, actually black. Literally black as the night. Figuratively-"

"Yes, I get it. Do continue."

"Well, he formed completely with each word that was spoken. He didn't look like he had any eyes or clothes, though they may of also been black. His skin was cracked, like the desert terrain under the hot desert sun. And he said, looking right at me: 'Show. Up.'"

"Well, I can't think of who that would've been. Maybe a demon, if he was entirely black," Chiron said thoughtfully.

"Well," I said, taking a sip from my goblet. Then I froze. The cup fell from my stiff hand as darkness enveloped me. I could feel myself falling backwards in blackness.

The dark suddenly vanished. I blinked, trying to clear my eyes from what had just happened. I was again standing in a stone chamber. Looking around, I could tell that it was the same one as before, yet there were no voices. Instead there was something new: a throne.

In the center of the room, on top of a gold dais, was a black throne, carved from obsidian, with red tints in the edge. Sitting of the throne was Tall, Dark, and Jaime. Ha, just kidding. He was definitely Tall, Dark, and Scary. It was the same man (could you even call him a man) who I had seen in my last vision. Not the narwhal one, the other one.

Tall, Dark, and Scary looked down at me with his sunglasses covering his eyes. His hands clenched into fists on the armrests of the throne.

"Hello Blaze," he said, his voice deep, and booming. It echoed around the room, reverberating off the walls. "I see you have come back. Will you hand it over willingly or will I have to take it from you?" He asked, laughing harshly.

"What are you talking about?" I asked. "What do you want from little old me?"

Tall, Dark, and Scary stood up, pushing himself up off his throne. He was easily ten feet tall.

"Don't you know little demigod?"

"Uh, no," I said, hesitantly. "I don't even know who you are."

"Well then allow me to introduce myself. I am Perses, titan of destruction!"

"So what can I do for you? If you're so powerful, and, and destructive!"

"Now now, fire spawn. All in good time." The titan sat back in his throne and began to laugh.

The noise filled my ears and I clutched them, trying to drown out the sound. It got louder and louder, until, I awoke. I sat straight up on the couch I was on, and looked around frantically. The stone room was gone, and so was Perses.

Chiron had wheeled over to me and was looking at me with concern. "What was it?" He asked urgently. He looked white with fright.

I tried to explain the vision to him. He looked even worse after I'd told him about Perses.

"Perses," he muttered. "Where do I know that name from? He doesn't sound familiar, but if he is a titan..." Chiron trailed off quietly.

"Chiron, he asked me if I would willingly give him something or if he would have to take it." I knew I sounded scared. I was. "What was he talking about?"

"Blaze," Chiron told me with a warning tone. "Don't tell anyone else about this. No one, except Grace. Do you understand?" I nodded, slightly worried about the way he was talking, and wondering why I could only talk to Grace, the scary girl from the Athena cabin.

"Blaze, listen to me-" Chiron was cut of as the ceiling exploded. Shards of wood shot everywhere, and planks and beams fell all around us. I covered my head as the Big House began to catch fire. I looked around for Chiron.

He had been knocked over from the force of the blast, still in his wheelchair. He looked unconscious. I started to make my way over to him but a huge piece of rafter fell in front of me, flaring up. Now, I have no problem with heat, but I wasn't able to get over wood blocking my path. I could see the night sky through the destroyed remains of the roof.

"Blaze!" I heard someone scream. I turned. Jorge was standing at the door, which hadn't yet gone up in flames. "Come on!" he beckoned me to run towards him and the door.

"Chiron!" I yelled. "We can't leave him."

Realization appeared in Jorge's face. He sprinted over next to me. "Where is he?" He shouted over the roar of the flames. I pointed to behind the fallen piece of wood. "We have to help him!" I said.

"We can't move it!" Jorge yelled back. I made a split decision. I took my new Drakon skin jacket off. "Put this on!" I told him. He looked at me like I was crazy. "Just do it!" Jorge seemed to hear the urgency in my voice, because he took the jacket and put it on.

I moved passed him and to the rafter separating me and Jorge from Chiron. I reached for the underside of the beam, ignoring the pain in my hands from the splinters. The fire burned around me.

I lifted up with all my might, my mind racing. What had happened? Were there monsters in camp? My anger and fear fueled me as I struggled to lift the giant, heavy piece of wood.

Jorge was still standing where I left him, staring at me as I moved the wood. With a great shove, I lifted it to one side and then let it fall. Jumping over it, I turned back to Jorge. "Come on!" Jorge ran forward, following close behind me, trying to avoid the leaping flames. I saw Chiron lying in the ground and led Jorge to him.

"Lift him!" I shouted.

"Hot!" He replied, but he grabbed the handles of Chiron's wheelchair and pulled, while I did the same on the two front wheels.

Together we dragged/carried Chiron out of the burning building. Jorge was sweating like crazy and Chiron had a few burns of his face, but we pushed on, out the door and onto the lawn. Behind us, campers were everywhere, fighting something I couldn't make out.

Jorge and I set Chiron down on the grass. Jorge looked worse than I thought. He was bright red and his clothes were singed. The only reason he wasn't dead was my Drakon skin fleece.

"Blaze," Jorge said, panting. "How? The fire. What?"

"No time!" I said, turning to look around at the rest of the camp. The hearth on the central green was blazing higher than I'd ever seen it. The amphitheater was I ruins, rocks and ruble scattered everywhere. There were small fires all over the camp, but worst of all, were the monsters.

I couldn't make out what they were until they got closer. As one of them looked after two campers who were fleeing form it, the firelight illuminated its face.

It had one eye!

"Cyclops!" One of the running kids hollered as he ran past.

"Duh!" Jorge yelled back. He was still bent over, gasping for air. The cyclops barreled past us, following the other two campers.

"Jorge, what happened?" I asked, frantically. Chiron was still lying motionless on the ground. I went I've to him and felt for a pulse as Jorge began to explain.

"Everyone was gathered at the campfire when the fire turned black. There was smoke everywhere and we heard roars and shouts. A bunch of us ran forwards and about a dozen Cyclopes burst out of the flames. They started rampaging around. The Ares cabin moved to intercept them, but I think they're all in the infirmary right now." There was a slight pang in my heart as I though of Slade, lying broken in a bed.

"Well, one of the Cyclopes threw a flaming rock and caught the Big House on fire. After that is was just chaos."

"This is all my fault," I said.

"What? How could this be your fault?" Jorge asked.

I sighed in relief (there was a pulse I. Chiron's neck) before answering. "I- I can't tell you. Only...Grace." I muttered the last word.

Chiron could very well be out of commission for a while, and I needed to figure out what the dreaming/visions meant. The only other person I could talk to was Grace. I couldn't let anything happen to her.

Scanning the camp, or what I could see if it, I tried to make out people in the dark. I could see one or two mounds of yellow sand on the ground that indicated a Cyclops had been defeated.

There I thought. I saw long blonde hair shining in the fire light. As I ran closer I realized it was Emma and Grace, who were attempting to fight off two Cyclopes on their own. Grace and Emma both carried a Celestial bronze sword, although Emma was much clumsier than Grace was.

As I ran, I noticed the wind began to pick up. The flames soared higher. Screams split the night, followed by roar. I didn't know where they came from, I just kept running. I could vaguely make out someone calling my name, Jorge I think, but I just charged at the Cyclopes around Grace and Emma. As I watched, Emma stumbled, and the taller of the two Cyclopes took the shot. It raised its arms, preparing to strike, but also exposing its chest. Grace lunged forwards and caught the Cyclops with her sword in the gut. It howled once, and burst into dust. The remaining Cyclops, which seemed to be the last one, (all the other screams and roars had stopped) advanced on Grace.

It slashed its arm through the sky, knocking the sword out of her hands. She backed up quickly. I could see some other campers hurrying towards the fight, but they were too far away. I poured on the speed, determined to make sure Grace lived though this.

I don't think that it crossed my mind that if I died I wouldn't be able to talk about my dream either.

Grace tried to turn and run, but the monster behind her reached out and grabbed her. She screamed as she was lifted into the air. Several arrows flew towards the Cyclops, but it held Grace out before him and the volley ceased so Grace wouldn't be hit.

The Cyclops backed away slowly, still holding Grace aloft. I was nearly there. Grace screamed again, looking horrified. A few dozen campers created a loose semicircle around the monster. None of them seemed to want to attack. The Cyclops turned and ran, running in a wavy motion, trying to avoid arrows. It wasn't very fast, so two arrows shot into its back.

I broke through the ring of Demigods and charged after the Cyclops. A few people shouted after me, not to be an idiot, hope you die, things like that. I was twenty feet away. Ten. Five.

I jumped, reaching for the Cyclops' long dreadlocks. I grabbed one, and I was suddenly being pulled away from the rest of my people, towards the woods. I knew that once we were in there, no one could do anything about it.

I must've weighed less than I thought, or maybe the Cyclops was bigger than I thought, but it didn't seem to know that I was there. I clambered on top of the beast's head, and made one of my famous stupid decisions. My hands caught fire.

Now, the Cyclops may not have noticed me, but he did look up when I set his hair in fire.

I'm sure that to the people watching the Cyclops just looked like a torch that flaked with a person in his head and a person in his hand, but I think it was much more frightening to Grace and I.

I slid down the Cyclops' forehead when he looked up, and I landed on his nose. I stared in to his eye, which was the size of my head. It blinked once. I punched it, with my flaming hand.

The monster dropped Grace to clutch at his eye with both hands, and I fell off its head. While the Cyclops was staggering around with a flaming head and eyeball, I was in the ground with the wind knocked out of me. 

Grace had scooted back and stood up, but without a weapon, she just stood still, with a hard expression, like she was thinking.

I sat up and wheezed, trying to get air into my lungs. I managed to produce a fire ball in my right hand, and I lobbed it at the monster. The last wasn't very strong, and Cyclopes are fire resistant, so it had almost no effect.

I got up onto my knees, then crouched, then stood, still breathing hard. Other campers had charged forwards now that Grace couldn't be hurt if they missed. Arrows whizzed trough the air, and seconds later there was just a smoldering pile of ash, courtesy of my fire.

I realized my hands were still on fire, but I didn't care anymore. I just wanted to sleep. For a long time. Some campers stared at me, like Jorge, who had left Chiron's side. Grace walked past me, in the direction of the cabins.

I reached out and grabbed her should. "I need to tell you  something," I said.

She whirled around and glared at me, like:

Then her gaze softened slightly, her eyes widening. She was staring at something I turned around, wondering if there was another monster behind me. As I turned, I noticed I had a shadow. But I had put out my fire. I realized there was something over my head.

I looked up to see a symbol floating in the air. A flaming hammer.

"All hail Blaze," Grace said. The campers who had left turned back, staring. "Son of Hephaestus."

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Hooray! Third chapter! Who liked it? I enjoyed writing the Cyclops fight. The vision was definitely foreboding and foreshadowing. Who thought Blaze would be a Hephaestus kid? Comment if you did. What do you think will happen to Chiron? Comment what you expect or want to happen.

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