For the past week and a half, all we have been doing is practicing. Nonstop. Well, actually, we kinda had to stop. There is only so much ambrosia and nectar can do for us demigods. Oh, and the wizards couldn't have the ambrosia and nectar. So they had to stop to have real food. Which we also ate some of. 

At the beginning of the "practicing", it was very weird. We started off with the wizards just doing their spells and us actually doing things that were beneficial. From the start it was clear, the wizards were not in as good a shape as we were, and if they were gonna survive, that had to get a bit better. 

So we began by running drills with them, but they insisted on keeping their wands with them, for some weird reason. I don't know. 

But gradually, they got better. And so did we. Now we are able to kind of fight in sync. Like, oe of the wizards would do something such as paralyze the "monster", and we demigods would cut its head off. The wizards didn't really like the killing, but, as Harry explained, the way theat they kill people is through two things, both of which are (what did he say?), Unforgivable? They can either straight our kill the monster, or take control of the monster and make the monster commit suicide. Fun. 

I just like killing it. But anyway, our combined efforts seemed to be working. We are getting along better, and we are kind of like a team now. Kind of. Not yet. 

But as we go out for lunch, I start to second guess how we are doing. Majorly. Because what I see would make a grown man quake in his boots. Which it did. Mr. D. is literally shaking. Because what he sees is straight up scary.

A whole entire line of monsters, as long as six football fields, and at least one football field deep. And standing at the front, leading this group, is a tall man, probably around 8 feet tall and very muscular. He has a gleaming silver sword that is probably 4 feet long and splattered with blood. And this very tall man is smiling like the cat that ate the canary. 

Percy is asking me what "cat that ate the canary" means. Look it up, Seaweed brain! Oh, he just told me to shut up! Whatever. Going back to the story. 

The guy is grinning like a kid at Christmas, exept it is nothing like a kid that sees presents for Christmas. No. It's like someone who sees destruction, pain, and death, all they ever wanted, for Christmas. Oh yes. 

I can feel my stomach clenching and pulling, and I think I might puke. I turn to Percy, but his face is a stone wall. He is standing stock still, and he could be a stone column, except that his eyes are blazing. He looks like he might commit 500 types of manslaughter in 2 minutes. Yeesh. But he turns and looks at me, and mouths, "We'll be okay. We can beat this," then turns back to the monster army, reverting back to being a stone column. Percy's words do nothing to quell the tsunami in my stomach, and it gets even worse when the man stops smiling. 

This should make me happy, but it doesn't. The way his eyes carry over our pack of 19, that once seemed large but now seems inconsequential, the sneer on his lip, that makes me want to crawl into bed and ask someone to stop telling me this horrid story. But it's not a story, it's real. And I- excuse me- we, have to fight it. 

Shit. 

Sorry it has been so long since I last updated! I've had so many tests and things to do, as well as recovering from my surgery. I tore my ACL, but I am much better now. Anyway, my last test is on Monday (Math. I hate math), then Tuesday I get to watch movies in my classes, Wednesday is our field trip, and Thursday is the last day of school! I hope you all have a great summer, and I will try to update as much as I can during the summer!!

~Dodgerlove1302