I actually started this chapter a couple months back but was hesitant to update it. People say my writing is blunt but I tried hard on this and with all my heart I hope you like it. I'm sorry its short I just want to see your reaction. This chronicle will be heavy on the storyline but mind you not low on action. More action will come for the next chapter enjoy.
My fingers hurt… my head hurts. A buzzing noise was in my ear and nothing was well. I had just finished my final fight with Luke Castellan.
The air was crisp and cold and the TV had poor reception and was on low volume. My 14 year old son in the other room sleeping and Grover next to me looking at the ground.
"What should we do next" He was not much older than me but he looked the part. Grover had sprinkles of gray hair now on his flat locks.
It hurt but I turned my neck towards him. "We must find allies". Grover gave me a wry smile, and said "What allies". I know he didn't mean for it to sound bitter but it came out sharp and dreadful.
Grover turned his head towards me and continued"We have Hermes but he's being weakened by the constant presence of the Titans, Zeus has turned against us as you know all to well".
I clenched my fists in her memory and my child. "Why are you repeating the facts I already know" I said softly.
"Because in these times of Armageddon even the tiniest of positives should be dictated".
"We better get going" I said, grabbing my keys. "Dylan, wake up we are leaving" my son shuffled slowly in a daze to the door. He raised his hand and creaked it open. Backpack slung over his shoulder.
We walked to the stolen Volkswagen and opened the doors. I slid my body to the drivers seat and started the engine. "Percy" Grover said to me. "Where are we going".
If only I knew.
The world was going to hell, and I was the fix.