AUTHOR'S NOTE: I didn't expect to be doing one of these but I was bored and I figured I'd give it a go. Anyways, enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own PJO all rights to R.R
A sea of crimson blood
That has broken the dam of Life
The ground stained red
From months of war and strife
Welcome to The Battlefield
A ruined, hellish place
Reserved for war and death
Of life no trace...
No. He refused to believe it. The fact that she... she was gone. Untouchable, invincible, incredible. Those are the words used to describe her in battle. But not on The Battlefield. A whole new kind of evil is born on The Battlefield. A dark, hungry, soul-consuming essence with malicious, hostile intentions towards people who fight for good. Which is exactly why she was targeted. She was a brave, skilled fighter, able to go toe to toe with evil spirits and demons. However, The Battlefield was different. She was now lost, and he had to find her. Who was she? None other than Annabeth Chase.
The Battlefield will kill you
The Battlefield will make you stronger
Either way you are doomed
You will not survive much longer
Your heart will be crushed
Bones bruised, body battered
You will reap souls
Yet your soul will be shattered...
He stood up, and surveyed the landscape. Death, gore and guts were portrayed on every inch of land. He was the only one alive; a curse or a blessing? Perhaps both? Who knows. All he could feel was a nagging pain tearing at his brain and gnawing on his heart. All he could register was his own tears of grief. All he knew was revenge. Who was he? None other than Perseus Jackson.
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