Disclaimer: I don't own PJO or HOO.
Year: 1864
A small boy was running from a battle as arrows whizzed by him, embedding themselves in his fellow campers. Dodging flaming debris and ballista raining from the sky. Campers falling left and right, leaping over craters, and fallen soldiers on the battlefield. He had to get to the big house.
He was so focused he did not see the door in front of him. WHAM. Blood started to trickle down his nose.
"OW," the boy grumbled under his breath. He struggled to his feet, opened the door and slammed it shut as fast as he could.
"What's wrong Tom?" asked a clam voice behind him.
"Chiron," Tom said in a scared tone, "the Romans are back!"
Just then the wall exploded sending fire and debris everywhere, forcing the inhabitants to flee from the burning house as it crumbled to ashes.
"FALL BACK!" was heard from the Romans side of the battlefield.
Tom could feel his arm break from a piece of metal that hit it. He knew he was going to blackout from shock. All he could hear was the panicked voice of his siblings
"Is he ok?"
"TOM, WAKE UP MAN!"
"Is he d-dead?"
"No he is not dead."
"Quick someone take him to the…" the rest was lost in the wind.
A/N Hey guy this my first fan fic so please read & review –pyromaniac1945