𝐕𝐈 : 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐮𝐞𝐥

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Tara stood in the Hermes cabin, grabbing her fountain pen.

A voice spoke up behind her. " I heard you were dueling clarisse. "

She quickly jolted around, Luke stood there.

She sighed a relief. " I am, she's still angry about me breaking her electric spear. "

Luke chuckled. " I can tell, she keeps saying she's gonna win. "

Tara rolled her eyes, turning back around.

Luke walked beside tara. " I think you'll win. I saw some of your fight earlier with her. You looked pretty professional for a beginner. "

Tara nodded. " thanks Luke, hopefully I will win. "

She looked at her watch, it shown 8:57 now as she picked up a shield and her pen, she looked at luke. " did she invite everyone? "

Luke nodded. " basically, even Chiron wants to watch this. "

Tara shook her head slowly. " thought so. well.. I'd better head off if I wanna make it in time. "

She started to walk off as luke grabbed her wrist. " I'll walk with you. "

Tara looked at him. " alright. "

They walked together out of the cabin, headed off towards the lake.

2 MINUTES LATER

Luke and tara made it on time, her watch shown 8:59.

Tara looked up, she saw half the camp watching, Chiron, Grover and percy stood in front of all them.

Grover looked over at luke, his expression changed a little when he saw them together.

Tara walked over to Chiron. " are we starting now? "

Luke walked over to stand beside Percy.

Chiron nodded. " yes, tara. Hurry over to your spot. "

Tara nodded, turning around and leaping over a log, as she landed on rocky ground.

She looked up as she saw Clarisse stood in front of her.

Tara heard the lake water lapping on the rocky ground.

The gray moonlight turned Taras jet black hair a sliverish black.

Tara closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.

Chiron spoke up. " the duel starts.. now. "

Tara opened her eyes again, tapping her pen as it shifted into a sword.

Clarisse held a sword, no magical thing about it.

Clarisse was the first one to swing at tara.

Tara blocked it as she swung at Clarisses thigh, tara felt the sword slice her thigh as the brunette yelled.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𖥔 Grover UnderwoodWhere stories live. Discover now