Percy Jackson's Sister

NOW It's a Party

"Ponies!" Tyson clapped his hands.

"Chiron?" I asked.

It was the weirdest assortment of centaurs ever, not that any type of assortment was normal, but this was insane.

There were all types of horses bottoms in Chiron's brethren. Some even had bright orange spots as if they had just come back from an intense game of paintball. To further prove my point, one ran in with a paintball gun.

Many of them wore shirts with bright letters that were a bore on my dyslexic eyes. I managed to make out PARTY PONIES. Some were painted completely on their human parts with bright solid colors. Some of them looked like they'd just come back from a baseball game, with foam fingers and one of those caps with drinks on the side and straw attached.

One of them launched an arrow with a boxing glove attached to then end and shot at Luke. It hit him right in the face, knocking him straight into the swimming pool.

The party ponies cheered, causing the monsters to back away in fright.

"Come and get some!" Yelled one of the centaurs. They all exploded into an attacking frenzy. Paintballs, arrows, and boxing gloves flew. I took the chaos as a distraction and crawled under everyone to get to Percy.

"Are you okay?" I yelled over the noise.

"Fine," he winced, trying and failing to get up. "Just bleeding out."

I ripped the bottom of my shirt which wasn't hard considering it was already in tatters.

I wrapped the severed cloth around his leg and tightened it. He let out a cry of pain.

I grabbed a nearby towel and sliced off a piece with a sword. I wrapped that around Percy's torso as he groaned.

"C'mon," I said, slinging his arm over my shoulder.

A dracanae lunged at me, taking advantage of the fact that I was struggling to keep Percy up. I slashed at it with my sword, and it dissolved into dust.

"Is that supposed to happen?" I asked Percy.

He just laughed so I took that as a yes.

"Withdraw, brethren!" Chiron commanded.

A centaur with a soda hat walked up to us and picked us up with ease, placing us on his back.

"Dude," he said. "Get your big friend."

"Tyson!" Percy called. "C'mon!"

Tyson dropped two dudes he was about to head butt together and ran towards the centaur next to us, jumping on his back.

"Dude," said the centaur. his four knees about to buckle under Tyson's weight. "Do the words 'low-carb diet' mean anything to you."

Luke's army seemed to be finally organizing themselves but it was too late. All the party ponies jumped off the side of the boat with ease. I expected for my soul to be knocked out of my body when we hit the ground, considering it was about ten stories high, but when hoof collided with asphalt, it was smooth landing. Everyone galloped away, whoops and taunts filling the Miami air.