{A/N: Haha, I'm alive.}

LOU, WYATT, AND ATALANTA stared in horror and awe as the street crumbled, spreading open into a dark abyss. They could only guess, but Danny's uneasiness rolled over in his stomach, and he had a suspicion what the Fright Knight was summoning. And if his hunch was right, this was about to turn ugly.

Wait, he thought. Why was can-head here in the first place?

Wyatt glanced to his best friend, his expression alarmed. But Atalanta shook her head, he expected her to have a plan, but she didn't even know what was going on. Wyatt's face turned pale and he began rubbing his hands together nervously. Why he even glanced to her for plans anymore- he didn't know, they both were no good at plans, maybe that was why they were both such an unpredictable duo.

That probably wasn't a good thing for their friendship.

As fifty-or-so glowing green skeleton warriors crawled out, raising various weapons like bones that substituted as swords, guns, and numerous other weapons that not even the daughter of Ares could guess what they were.

The cold, sharp winter wind nipped at the trio of demigod's feet as they prepared to fight. Phantom held out his gloved hands and two balls of green fire exploded from his hands.

The Fright Knight smirked, a rattling noise came from his helmet which Danny almost laughingly found out was him chuckling. "You still think you can win this battle, ghost child?"

He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, his ecto-blasts disappearing. "Um, I won the last one- so, um, yeah." The skeleton army roared in outrage, Phantom grinned at this, "So, Frighty, where's your sword of terror?"

The Fright Knight's eyes narrowed, he scowled. "Do not play dumb, child!" he sneered, "I know you are the one who stole one of the three most powerful objects of the Ghost Zone- after you terminated the Reality Gauntlet!"

The white-haired teen blinked, leaning closer. "Uh, come again?"

He growled, pressing his hands together, and then stretching them apart. A large purple gem-like ecto-blast grew in his hands, and the Fright Knight flung it at them. Danny's eyes widened, a green shield quickly bounced into life, blocking the blow, but the force was so great, that the shield shattered at contact and Phantom was tossed backwards.

He groaned, the rubble of the street digging into his chest, ripping his suit and carving scars in blood and ectoplasm.

The Fright Knight snarled, "ATTACK!" he shouted, the skeleton army charged, and Phantom sprung into the air with new-found energy.

"I don't have a weapon," whimpered Wyatt to Lou.

"Here," she said, handing him her knife. Lou stood up straighter, getting into a position that looked a lot like something from Avatar: the Last Airbender. Wyatt quickly took the knife, grinning thankfully at the daughter of Hecate, the butterflies in his stomach seeming to roll over.

He leaned closer to her, and Atalanta- who was still standing next to them- rolled her eyes in exasperation. Could they not be lovey-dovey right now? Yet, at the same time, she had to try to hide her mischievous smile of pride for her best friend.

Atalanta barely had time to react as a skeleton tackled her to the ground. She shouted a Greek curse word, and knocked the skeleton warrior's head off its spinal cord with her elbow. Its skull tumbled to the ground, its teeth chattering. the skeleton stumbled off of her, moving and spreading its hands out trying to find its disembodied head. In one swift second, Atalanta jumped to her feet and sliced the skeleton in half, right through its ribs, and it crumpled into green dust.

Maybe if they currently weren't in mortal danger, she would've questioned why the dust had been a bright neon green and not a golden sand. But at the moment, she was too distracted in slicing skeletons into nothingness.

A quad of skeletons surrounded Lou and Wyatt, the son of Apollo yelped, jumping backwards in surprise. Lou snapped her fingers and the four skeletons transformed into rubber ducks.

The blonde's mouth felt dry, he stared in a mix of awe and horror at the rubber ducks at his feet. He looked up at Lou, "Um, please don't turn me into a duck.."

A small smile tugged on her lips, but Lou didn't say anything as she screamed a war cry and charged, changing skeletons into rubber duckies in her path.

"Man," he breathed out, "that girl is awesome."

His expression suddenly became serious as he raced after Lou. He was a son of Apollo, they weren't meant to fight up close. But he couldn't shoot an arrow worth his life, so why did it matter?

His palm shifted uncomfortably as he attempted to stab random skeletons that crawled into his path.

As Lou turned skeletons into rubber ducks (if this weren't a life or death situation, they would've all laughed) and Wyatt practically skipped around, avoiding blows to his head, but then would stumble, shouting curses, and then falling to the ground- where Atalanta had to save him from an onslaught.

Again, children of Apollo were built for long distance shooting, not fighting on open battle ground.

Atalanta felt at home fighting, it made her feel safe and accepted amongst the other children of Ares. They all loved fighting, they all loved picking fights... Except for one. And yet, slash, each hack, each stab, and each swipe made her feel like she wasn't the little misfit. It came naturally t0 her, of course it did- it was supposed to, but it also felt so... Wrong at the same time. Each time a (glowing green) skeleton fell, her mind and her movements became more disembodied. Her arms seemed to move on its own and her brain felt numb, her thoughts slurring. Her eyes pinned ahead of the more skeletons that kept crowding around her. She barely heard the screams, or the sound of Phantom's glowing green energy smashing into a skeleton (it made a weird sci-fi sound that she had decided not to question how a ghost had a physical-solid form and more powers than they were supposed to have). Everything seemed so distant, so... Unreal. Even the warriors who were trying to rip her into shreds seemed like they were just straw-dummies.

Memories of the last battle in the second Titan War flooded her mind, she could feel tears sting her eyes but dared not to let them fall. Her hands trembled, but she kept on, watching as Phantom began fighting Fright Knight one-on-one.

It was just like the Battle of Manhattan. She sliced through monsters of all kind as they overwhelmed the campers, Percy and Annabeth called for a retreat, she was injured and on the verge of death.. They needed help, they were screaming for it, but she didn't.. Because she thought they could handle it... And what was it to her if she died?

A cold hand wrapped around her heart, her chest feeling heavy; All of my fault... Fault, fault, fault... Why they're dead... Dead, dead...

Phantom's ectoplasmic green eyes twinkled with mischief, he grinned, his wide pearly white smile only inflaming the knight of Pariah Dark further. The ghost boy dodged another ecto-blast, laughing, "Apparently, your aim is worse than storm troopers!"

Fright Knight snarled and in one swift motion, he fired Danny out of the sky, flattening the remaining skeletons into green dust as he landed on top of them with a loud oomph! Before any of them could react, he swooped down, and grabbed Lou's shoulders. She screamed, kicking, yelling, and demanding to be put down.

Phantom groaned wearily, propping himself up with his bruised arms. Pain exploded from his palms and he groaned, his eyes shooting open at Lou's screams, and he launched into the air towards the knight. The Fright Knight smirked, his form shimmered and he disappeared into thin air. Wyatt and Atlanta gapped, their eyes widening, as Danny's ghost ray aimed for a target that wasn't there.

{I'm so sorry this is such a short chapter, but I felt like it had to end right there.

Comments:

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