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Clary POV:

It was dark and I was being chased by three demons. Just my luck. Jace and the others had to go to Idris, and wanted me to stay, and frankly, they said that they only needed to go for two days. I wanted to go, but I got out voted and smarted, so that's how I ended up cornered in an closed off alley with only a runed dagger.

I slashed and hacked like Jace had taught me, but I couldn't fight all of them at once. Two of the three demons were about my size, and looked vaguely humanoid. They were fast, but Jace also taught me a couple of tricks. The third was like a demon I had never seen, but seemed familiar in a weird sense. It was not as dark or muddy like most demons, but more…ancient. It had an aura around it unlike any other demons I had even heard of. It was about two feet taller than Jace, with a humanoid body…to a point. It had muscles cording its entire body, but bear-like fur covered its chest, and had horns, like a goats coming out the top. The waist down, it was compromised of three emerald green snakes. It had pure black eyes that had an almost calculating look in them by this point.

My blade was knocked out of my grasp and I could barely move. My shoulder was dislocated, no doubt, and I was sticky all over from my blood…and possibly something that I slipped in. I was backing up slowly, my right arm clutching my dislocated arm, trying to ease the pressure of carrying the weight and I felt my back pressed up against the brick wall of the alley. The demon was closing in on me, and all at once, I felt woozy. Looking back on it, I think that that was when the demon poison finally started getting to me.

The monster was now closer, only about a foot and a half away, at best. As it took another step, it spoke.

"Child of Poseidon, I have waited long to taste flesh and blood. You will be a little salty, but you will have to do…" Its voice was unlike any that I had ever heard, and its message completely baffling. The voice was deep and scratchy, like nails dragging on a chalkboard, but taken down several octaves.

I was too busy with my pain and the new riddle to notice a boy run into the alley as the monster finished speaking. He took out a running leap into the air and pulled out a ballpoint pen.

Percy POV:

"Child of Poseidon, I have waited long to taste flesh and blood. You will be a little salty, but you will have to do…" I head the voice of what could only be a monster echo through an alley that was coming up in front of me. Being the smart, brave demigod I am, I ran straight into the alley only to find a huge goat-snake monster looming ahead of me with it's back turned. That's strange, if it knew I was here… I didn't question it, because, frankly, past experiences proved that questioning monsters is not smart.

I pulled out Riptide and clicked it as I jumped into the air and brought the blade down in an arc over the head of the monster. It sliced clean through, and by the time my feet hit the ground, I was standing in gold dust. I touched the point of my sword, shrinking it, when I heard a small whimper come from somewhere near me.

I turned my head to find nothing around me, but then angled my vision down and saw the source of the noise and gasped. Sitting on the ground, her back against the wall and her head tipped back, was a petite pale-faced girl with fiery red hair that tumbled down her back. She was covered in a strange substance that I soon realized could only be blood. It was drenching her shirt and staining her freckled skin, and she was holding her left arm as if her shoulder was dislocated. Ouch.

I walked up to her slowly, not wanting to startle her, but it was as if she couldn't hear me coming closer. A couple tears leaked out her eyes, and even though I could see her trying to be strong, it was obvious she was in a lot of pain. I knelt down beside her, gently putting a hand on her shoulder to try and get her to notice me, but instead, at the contact, her head popped up and she flew backwards in attempt to get away from me. She moved so that she was leaning against both arms stretched out behind her, but as soon as she put pressure on her injured arm, I heard her give a loud whimper as she passed out from what seemed to be pain and pure exhaustion. Not that I blame her.

I gathered her up in my arms, carrying her bridal style, then fished out my emergency phone from my pocket. I was on my way to my moms to get my stuff before I left for Camp Half-Blood, but since I had an unconscious girl (who could possibly be a demigod in my arms), I decided that was a legitimate reason to go a bit early. I rung up my mom, and asked her to grab my stuff and throw it in the car, then come down to the intersection that was nearest me at the moment. Knowing my mom, she would be here in 3 minutes flat, but I still had to wait 3 minutes.

I looked again at the girl in my arms, and brushed some of the hair that was stuck to her face with blood. She had soft features, along with porcelain white, flawless skin. Nothing like my girlfriend, Annabeths. Annabeth had flawless skin, but it was a California type of tan, and she had features a bit more prominent than the girls. A small dusting of freckles covered her nose and arms, more visible at her nose and shoulder. Delicate red lashes framed her closed eyes, and I couldn't help the deep feelings that were stirring in me at the sight and feel of her, but it was very different for what I felt with Annabeth.

Before I could continue on that train of thought, my mom had arrived and honked the horn, a worldwide symbol for 'get-in-the-car-now'. I did just that, climbing into the back seat, laying the girls sleeping form across the seats while gently cradling her head in my lap. My mom took one sight at her and visibly paled, but nonetheless, got moving again, this time towards camp.

"Tell me everything; who is she and what happened?" Sally spoke with a voice of full concern, for both my health and the girls.

"I was walking home when I heard a voice say some stuff about eating a child of Poseidon, so I pulled out Riptide and killed the monster that was in the alley that I heard the voice in, and when I turned around, I saw her leaning against the wall, covered in blood and injured. I could kinda tell that it wasn't the first time she fought monsters. I could see some sort of weird stuff on her clothes, like monster blood, and saw a dagger at the other end of the alley. I think she's a demigod mom. I really do."

"I do too Percy, I do too. I just hope we can make it to Chiron in time…" The conversation stopped right there, leaving an uncomfortable (but not awkward) silence, filled only with the shallow and light breathing of the girl.

When we arrived at the camp, I went as fast as I could, once again holding the red headed girl bridal-style down to the Big House. Chiron was on the porch, looking out at the campers, but when he heard me, he nodded gravely helped get the girl to in infirmary room inside. Chiron said he would look after her, but I couldn't leave her side. I was drawn to her and felt compelled to stay by her side so I could be there when she woke up. After about five minutes of hushed argument, Chiron won. He let me lay her down in the bed and then ushered me outside. Little did he know (I hoped) that I was just going to circle around and climb through the window that I opened, when I insisted on letting her have some fresh air. I climbed through, and thank the gods, Chiron wasn't there.

I took the mysterious girl's hand in my own, feeling as if she was someone that I had always known and cared for rather than a girl who was probably going to be frightened, angry and (from the emotions I had briefly seen in her eyes earlier) curious, not to mention the fact that we didn't even know each others names. I was watching the clouds drift when I heard a small noise escape the girl's lips. I looked down to see her stirring a bit, and quickly let go of her hand.

She slowly opened her eyes and sat up. She slowly took in her surroundings and when she saw me, her eyes went huge. She scrambled away from me, to the other end of the bed, and then promptly started searching her pockets, discarding the fact that I was sitting in a chair beside her bed, looking at her warily. She seemed to have found something, the look of relief that swept over her face told me that much, but she didn't take anything out. She finally looked me in the eye, with eyes that were just like the ones I saw in the mirror.

"Where am I?"

"My camp infirmary. You were injured when I found you. How-how much do you remember?" I asked her hesitantly, trying to gauge how much she might already know, not wanting to force anything right away.

"Not much..." I could tell she was lying, just like that, but I could tell she was smart. It was like she was using the exact same tactic I was using on her with me. "I just remember running..." The look in her eyes was one of obvious untrust. I guess I was going to spill my story first. "Wait. If I was injured, my did you take me to your camp instead of a hospital or something?"

I guess that would be a fair point for any mortal to think. " Because of something's I should probably tell you about,"

After about an hour of conversing, Clary and I were on good terms. I told her of our world, with the gods and monsters. Every moment we spent with each other after getting the elephant out of the room was extremely fun, with no new-people awkwardness that would usually taint the situation. I felt as if I had known her all my life, in the way she spoke and held herself, even if I did scorn her into staying in the bed for a while longer. Soon, seeing as Clary was looking better, I decided to give her a tour of the camp. We went over to every place, ending with the swords arena. Seeing as Clary would need to know how to better defend herself, I decided to give her a quick lesson before dinner started. The arena happened to be deserted, which kinda helped, I guess; no early introductions. I explained some stuff to her, and helped her pick out a sword. The entire time, she had a gleam in her eye, like she already knew everything I was saying but didn't want to spoil my fun in explaining it to her. But, then again, reading people has never really been a strong suit of mine, but there was something so familiar about this girl…

With no warning, she swung the sword in her hands, pushing me unto my ass in a very ungraceful manner, but the move itself was nearly flawless. "I thought you were teaching me?" The words came out of her mouth in a teasing, falsely innocent manner, taunting me to come after her. Where she learned it that fast, I have no idea. Maybe she had been fighting monsters for longer than I thought, or she had natural-born demigod instincts. I got up slowly, and Clary's grin grew, along with my own. She had no idea what she was asking for.

I ran at her, careful to not strike to hard or fast at first, in case she wasn't as good as she was making herself out to be. In my peripheral vision, I saw blond curls walk into the bleachers around the arena, watching the fight. Annabeth would have been looking for me, it was about the time of day when we hung-out together.

I feinted to her right and was going to just use the same move she used against me, but I was more than surprised when she blocked (without falling for the feint, mind you) and countered with a jab towards my arm that I could tell she knew I could deflect easily. I guess my surprise must have shown on my face, because Clary gave a short laugh and continued fighting me. She was testing to see how good I was too, so I stepped up my game, and Clary quickly followed suit. Soon, it felt like I was training against Annabeth, instead of a new camper. Maybe she has really good natural reflexes…Clary was using moves I had never seen before, and was able to anticipate most of my moves, but this went both ways. I could tell she was as unfamiliar with my fighting style as I was with hers, but eventually, I found a an opportunity to disarm her using the technique Luke had taught me when I had came to camp.

Her sword fell with a clatter, I relaxed a bit but that was a big mistake. While I was doing a victory dance in my head, Clary spun, grabbing something that was tucked in the back of her pants (or looked like it) and used her momentum to use my move against me, but instead of my sword clattering to the ground, it spun up and Clary caught it in her left hand. Spinning the sword in her left hand once, she then jammed by throat between the edges of the two blades, and somehow I was up against a straw dummy. In other words, I was trapped perfectly. I could feel my trusted blade touching the back of my neck and recognized the dagger as the same one on the table where I was 'helping' Clary choose a sword. I didn't leave her alone for a second; how did she manage to find it, hide it and fight with it tucked in her back?

I was flabbergasted. Both our chests were rising and falling fast, trying to calm down from the battle. I heard clapping from the stands, and put on a face of betrayal as I turned to face my girlfriend slowly making her way towards us as she continued her slow clap. Annabeth was wearing her orange camp half-blood t-shirt along with some light blue jean shorts; her blond princess curls falling around her shoulders. She smirked at me before turning to look at Clary.

Clary dropped her arms as Annabeth came closer, a look of pride and confusion written on her face. She looked back at me as she handed me back my sword, smirking a little as she did. That's it. She is officially getting it. She slid the dagger back in the sheath that was cleverly strapped in a position around her lower back that would allow minimal contact during battle, allowing her to still move fluidly while fighting but having and extra concealed weapon at the same time.

"Good job. It's not often that some beats seaweed brain over here in a sword battle, and never a new camper. If Percy's told you anything about his personal life, I would be the girl named Annabeth." Annabeth gave Clary a grin, but knowing her the way I did, she was also going to make sure that Clary knows that I was taken. It seemed like Clary seemed to somehow grasp that, and as she shook hands with Annabeth she smoothly replied "I'm Clary. Percy's the one who found me, and he decided that after a tour of the camp I should probably learn a quick thing or two about fighting. All the Greek stuff around here's pretty cool. I love drawing, so I wonder if you could show me some of the best places for art around here,"

Smart girl. She could be a daughter of Athena with that head of hers. Trying to get Annabeth off the whole romantic thing-

"By the way, I'm not really looking for a relationship anyways, so don't worry. I won't try and get Percy." Clary ended the statement with a silly face in my direction, and both the girls laughed. The dinner bell went off, and me and Annabeth escorted Clary to the dining pavilion. I hoped, for both her sake and my curiosity, that she would be claimed soon.

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