Enna

Photo courtesy hil-a-ree

Advantages

Can control fire and wind
Spunky
A spitfire
Focused





Disadvantages

Headstrong

Percy Jackson

Photo courtesy John Rocco

Advantages

Son of Poseidon
Can control and breathe in water
Is healed by water
Owner of the celestial bronze sword Riptide
Can speak to horses and has a friend Pegasus
Helped defeated Kronos, father of the gods



Disadvantages

Protecting people is his mortal weakness
Has an Achilles's heel (not on his heel)

How we think the fight might go...





Enna leaned against the tree, stretching her arms, and reveling in the quiet that surrounded her. She’d found this quiet nook in one of the royal gardens a few days ago, but this was the first time life had settled down enough that she could sneak away for some quiet time without her conscience grumbling at her.

She picked a blade of grass and twirled it around, quieting so she could hear the voice of the wind.

Sunlight on water. Blues and browns and greens bustling about like autumn leaves. The silver of a fish jumping out of the stream.

She turned and eyed the line of water that curved towards her and then away. There was something about it she couldn’t quite put her finger on, but even the wind seemed to feel it.

Sighing, she looked back at the blade of grass. Enna licked her lips as the soft voice of fire crackled through her veins, warming her fingers and burning against her tongue. How long had it been since she’d spoken fire? She’d been so careful for so long--she’d had to. Even though part of her hated it, she couldn’t deny that she missed the way the words wrapped themselves into a bright cocoon around her heart. The fires in the hearths were far too tame.

A giddy sensation ran through her spine, and she looked around to make sure no one was looking.

Just once wouldn’t hurt.

No sooner thought than done. She watched the slender green bend from the fire’s will and blacken around the edges. Watched gold flow down green. Felt a thrill rush through her as she listened to the fire’s song.

Blinking, Enna tossed the blade of grass into the stream. She’d forgotten how strong the fire called to her heart. She called down a cool gust of air and closed her eyes as it rubbed against her cheek and forehead, soothing her but not quenching her conscience.

“Excuse me,” a voice said. “But is this yours?”

She opened her eyes to find a young man in strange clothing standing in front of her holding out the sodden remains of her weakness.

“Maybe.” She glared at him. Not only had he popped out of nowhere, but he’d had to do it right when she’d let her guard down.

“You shouldn’t throw things like that in there,” he said. “It upsets the hippocami.”

“That’s really none of your business,” Enna said as she stood and dusted herself off. She’d let the fire out, and it wasn’t about to walk tamely back into its cage. She had to bite her tongue not to yell at him. It didn’t help to know that her irritation mostly stemmed from the fire itself.

“Actually,” the young man said, “it is my business.” He dropped the half-burned half-drowned piece of grass and folded his arms, his hand straying close to something that looked like a quill without feathers.

“Get lost,” she muttered, prepared to march past him. If she timed it right, she could knock her shoulder into his and push him into the stream.

“Not until you promise.” The boy stood firm even though his eyes were wide with fear. “The spirit of the stream sensed some strong magic in that,” he gestured to the ground, “and made me swear I’d deal with whatever caused it.” His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.

“Look, it was a mistake, all right?” Enna’s cheeks burned. She never should have spoken fire. She stepped forward when the waters of the stream rose up into a solid wall in front of her.

Her mouth dropping open, she looked at the boy again. “You speak the language of water?”

He grinned. “You could say that. I’m Percy.”

Shaking her head, she called to the wind. Enna thrust her arm out in a slicing motion, shearing the top half onto the flower beds. The wall of water fell away.

“Hey!”

Enna clenched her jaw and stalked forward a few more steps before the water-wall reformed itself.

“Stop it,” she said, fighting to keep her breaths and her temper even.

“I’m sorry,” Percy said, “but I promised.” He shrugged.

Tired of being diplomatic, Enna called the wind, asking it to obliterate the wall and the stream. She could feel the raw power of the wind welling up around her, sucking at her soul. She’d never called a breeze this powerful before. Remembering Ani’s advice, she softly called to the fire to balance out the wind.

For a moment, the world seemed to hold still as the air grew nearly too thick to breathe. And then the sound of the wind exploding through the water nearly deafened her, knocking her to her knees. Steam rose up, smothering her, and making it hard to see.

“Are you a half-blood?” Percy asked, eyeing her with more interest.

She coughed, glaring up at him. Not only was he completely dry, but the stream she’d tried to destroy seemed to follow him at his heels like a very awkwardly shaped, extremely wet puppy.

“How dare you insult me!” In one single moment that hung like fine crystal, fire surged through her, shattering her control. Fire she didn’t remember calling blazed in her hands and crackled down her shoulders and along her arms. It took every ounce of her strength to keep hold of the fire and not unleash it at the boy.

But he was ready. He gestured towards her, pulling the strange object from his pocket. It flashed in the sun as it became a bronze sword. The stream snaked over, rose up, and slapped her in the back of her knees. Her control wavered as she fought to keep her balance. A second later, she toppled to the ground. A bright line of fire seared from her hand, igniting the grass.

Great! she thought. How was she going to explain this one to Ani? Not only had she destroyed the one quiet place she’d found, but she’d nearly killed a stupid kid in the process. Then the rushing sound of water caught her attention.

Enna looked up with disbelief as a huge wave loomed in front of her. The foam seemed to dance as it rushed towards her, and for a moment, she thought she could see white horses galloping through the surf. And then it fell upon her, a thousand voices booming before a stark silence fell, ushered in by midnight.




Predicted winner: Percy

Enna is from Shannon Hale's Books of Bayern series and Percy Jackson is from Rick Riordan's Percy Jackson series.

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