Hi There!
Thank you for taking time out of your day (or night) to read my very first story!
Chapters in this story will be relatively short.
BE WARNED! I am not a good writer and this story will progress SLOWLY!
DISCLAIMER:
I DO NOT OWN PERCY JACKSON OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS!
THOSE RIGHTS BELONG TO RICK RIORDAN!
I will be adding a few characters that come from my imagination.
(third person pov)
Percy shuffled slowly through the damp foggy graveyard. "Seven years…" he said to himself as he stopped at a small line of worn marble graves. "Seven years…" Unable to contain the emotions wellen up inside of him, he dropped the small bundle of flowers in his hand and wept. He wept for Paul, he wept for his Mom, and he wept for the part of his life that he would never get back, Annabeth.
"If only I hadn't been so careless." He thought to himself. "All this for a stupid bag of chocolate chips…"