Hey guys! I promised an update of the story in one day and I'm going to deliver. Don't worry if I don't post for a while though. How are you liking the story so far? I know that constantly having a demigod's POV is a little boring but the wizards will have their turn to shine. Just not yet.

I'm sorry but I don't own anything about this story but my OC and some of the plot. I wish I could own the rest with all of my heart and soul but they belong to the amaZhang Rick Riordan and the ever-lovely J.K. Rowling.

Please give me feedback so I can know if I'm writing a terrible story. I Apollogize for my bad writing skills.

Now onto the story! YAY!

                                                                  --AllDaLadiesLuvLeoHoO

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Miranna's POV

I didn't want Percy to be up in the school while I'm down at our house because I'm 'Too young to be learning magic'. Over the weeks that we spent together at camp I grew close to him and Annabeth.

I had made my own weapon/s when I heard that we had to be armed and prepared at all times. First I had made twin swords, half Imperial gold half Celestial bronze and capped with silver. I had a Hephestus camper enchant those so they could become ring bands. I then made it so that there are two little pannels of the materials that change into twin daggers when I take them off of the ring bands so that I can have an option in battle.

I mainly use the daggers and Annabeth was my teacher. It's only been a few weeks but I can already fight with Annabeth and keep up with her moves. the only bad part: I almost allowed my left eye to shead tears when I got a nasty cut up my arm. I can't do that. It'll only hurt more.

Percy on occasion teaches me how to properly fight with the swords. He's taught me how to tap into my sixth sense so now I can know when I'm approaching danger, feel when others are looking my way, and sense when unknown ears are around.

"Percy," I called going to his room to see him preparing to teach."Yeah, what is it, Mira?"

"Can I teach with you and Annabeth? I don't want to be down here all day long, and I could help you and Annabeth in demonstrations of fighting properly with blades." I pleaded with him.

He smiled wide, "Think you could help with the first demonstration of a full-fledged battle of the blades?"

I smiled and nodded in response."I get to scare the ever-living schist out of the students? I'd love to do that!"

"Hey watch your language!" he said seriously but then broke out into a grin again.

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"Why are we here sir?" A boy at the back said. It was a guy in a blue uniform. This was supposed to be a joint class of Raven's Claw and Griffin door fifth years.

"Yeah what's the point-"A red-haired boy said.

"Of fighting-"The red-haired boy next to him.

"With swords-"

"When we've got magic?"They finished together.

"Excellent question, Mr.'s..?" Annabeth said

The one on the left just gaped at Annabeth. Oh, she's gonna kill him.

The one on the right replied."Mr. Fred" He pointed to himself" and George' He pointed to the one staring at Annabeth." Weasley Miss Chase."

"Right. Well, Mr. Weasley and Weasley #2, not every monster or beast can be taken down by magic, and you might not always be able to get to your wand. An example would be an Empousa. For a better-known term, a Vampire. They can't be taken down by magic."

"I've never heard someone call them an Empousa before." A girl at the back of the room said.

"That's because there are two types of Vampire. These ones lure their victims away from crowds by appearing as a beautiful young woman most of the time. When you're within earshot, they charm you into letting them eat away at your flesh until you aren't anything but bones. They prefer their victims to be men. Percy can tell you about them."

The class turned to Percy." Maybe another time. Right now I'm going to have Annabeth and my little sis give you a demonstration of how to fight with dagger If your a master."

The class looked at me and Annabeth and one guy at the back started laughing."Are you serious?! Annabeth is going to win no matter what way you put it!"

Quicker than anyone could blink, I took a panel off one of my rings and threw it directly next to the voice with deadly accuracy. I heard a yelp and saw one of my 7-inch daggers 3 inches deep into the wall right next to the persons head."The victor is determined by experience and advantage in your environment. It has nothing to do with size or age." I said to him. Terror was etched across his face as he looked at me.

"By the way, I would move my head if I were you." He immediately did so and the people around him ducked as I opened my hand, the dagger speeding towards my face. I caught it right before it went into my eye. I heard gasps from some of the students as they noticed the look of my left eye, like a churning pit of lava.

Annabeth turned towards me, getting into a defensive position and the rest of the class became really excited for the fight to begin. I took out my other dagger and heard the class take in a breath as they saw it expand into the twin of the one I was already holding.

Time slowed down and I could hear the heartbeats of everyone in the room. I could see every detail of the place and the pulsing of Annabeth's neck from the blood pumping through her body. I could hear my heart. Thump Bum, ThumThump Bum, Thump Bum

"Go!" Percy shouted. And suddenly both Annabeth and I were trapped in a lethal dance. She was much better at fighting with a dagger than I was. She had been doing this for years and I had only just began learning a few weeks ago. But I was smaller, quicker, more importantly, I had two weapons while she only had one.

The fight could have lasted hours, minutes or seconds. Blade clashed against blade and we didn't relent, even when I received a large cut in my side. Even when I slashed down on Annabeth's right leg with no mercy. Both of my daggers clattered to the floor and Annabeth's knife was at my throat.

"Are you going to yield?" She asked deadly calm. I didn't answer slowly opening my hands. She noticed the movement so I kicked her shins and pulled her hands around my body shoving her down and my daggers reappeared in my hands. She took advantage of her spot on the floor kicking my legs out from under me.

My head made contact with the ground and I saw stars. All I could hear was bells. When I spoke my voice sounded miles away from me."...Yie... I yied... I...m... yield...ing."

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I know right? Only one POV in this chapter, what's this all about? I wanted to surprise you for the next chapter. I'll try and get it up today, but I make no promises.

Here's a question for you. What do you think happens when Mira cries with her left eye?

I'd love to see your comments and guesses on it. I'm sorry(Totally not sorry) for the cliffhanger here. See you in the next chapter(Hopefully).

Blue cookies for everyone!

--AllDaLadiesLuvLeoHoO