I battle an old friend and drown for the millionth time.
I sat at an ordinary log chair and when I did, everybody stopped and starred at me. I don't mean a normal stare, I mean a stare that looked like you are so dead. Before I could question why everybody was staring at me, somebody picked me up and through me across the campfire all the way to the counselor house. I slammed into the wall one side and came out the other. Then I slammed into a boulder and fell to the ground. I laid with pain, paralyzed with pain near the rock. This is just like a bully punch except this was ten times worse. I think around 10:00 p.m. my group came to get me. Even Peter. Nobody was able to find me until Peter put the fire
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on the ground. Nothing happened. Then he went closer to me but didn't see me. He set more fire on the ground. The fire was going in a straight line towards me. Then the fire went inside me and made me feel stronger. I never realized Peter was standing right next to me. "Are you hurt?" He asked politely. "No," I said as I stood up. He then told me that the thing that hit me was Arch. He was a Cyclops 10 feet tall. He was just like that Cyclops that I saw at the warehouse. He told me that he was the boss of us. I asked him about Prime. He said that he was the boss of us during the day, but during the night, He formed into Arch. That was because he had accidentally absorbed Arch when he was battling him. Arch is nocturnal so whenever night falls, Prime transforms.
He uses Prime's body for protection during the day. Arch can control Prime. I asked him how to defeat him. He replied that only a special Hephaestus kid could defeat him with the sacred items. All the Hephaestus kids tried to find the sacred items, but ended their lives trying to find the map. That suddenly hit me. I told him my story of how I ended up here. He looked so brightened up. He asked me if I have the map. I showed it to him. Then he told me that I should tell nobody of this. I accepted and then asked him why he tried to burn me up. He looked surprised. He asked me if I knew who my father was. I replied with a no. Then he told me something but didn't finish because something whacked him hard and he went soaring over in the air and crash landed somewhere deep in the ground . I looked at who whacked him and there, in the distance, was Arch. I looked so scared. I didn't know what to do. I backed up and fell into Peter's hole. I fell deep inside. I landed with a thud. I looked up and saw that Arch had jumped in also. He was diving near me. I did some quick thinking. I knew that fire made me stronger, so I called for fire in my mind. Then a blast of fire blasted through the hole. The fire beat Arch to me and went into my body. Then, I felt power going to my body. I then realized that I had fire all over my body. Then when the time came, my fist clashed with my fist. his was pushing mine but I called for more fire and when the fire reached me, I blasted my other fist into Arch's face and blasted him into the air he landed with a ideal force of power. I blasted fire out of my arms, aimed it down and went soaring in the sky. Arch saw me so he dove at me. I punched him again and he went soaring into the sky, maybe even into space. I then saw like a meteor heading for the camp. It was Prime and he was on fire. He must have gone into space and came soaring back down at full speed. I soar after him because if I didn't, there was no telling how much damage it can do at a speed like that. I caught after him and absorbed much fire as possible. When I couldn't take anymore fire, I put my hands on his back and pushed him up at the sky. Every time my power declined, I absorbed more power. Right when it looked like I was going to crash, I extinguished all of the flames and threw him in the lake. I then realized my mistake and soar at him. I knew water was my weakness, but I didn't care. I dived in. I tried my hardest to get control of my body and for once, it worked. I found Prime, grabbed him, and tossed him out of he water. Then I saw a splash. Somebody was swimming to me, but I knew it would be to late because I sank pretty deep in the ocean. But the somebody was still swimming towards we. Then I noticed something pushing me up. I looked back and saw air bubbles pushing me up. Then I saw Jimmy, a son of Poseidon. After that I blacked out
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