I do not own PJO or HOO. Rick Riordan does
I'm Phoenix
Perseus Jackson is dead
Phoenix was born from his ashes
Perseus Jackson is dead, Phoenix is alive
Phoenix
Is
Me
Prologue
Percy Jackson was pissed. No other way to describe it. But hey, he was just sentenced to death. No surprise that he was a bit mad. His parent and the people he thought of as friends just sentenced him to death. The people he had saved. Because of the Gods, and Gods were always right. He didn't think twice, as he sprinted out of the throne room. He got out of Empire State and ran into the woods, the Hunters right behind him, he was surprised that he was still free. It was his rage and anger towards the Gods that kept him going. But unfortunately it was no match for the hunters speed.
Soon they had him surrounded. A psyko hunter sat the trees around him on fire. He was trapped behind a firewall, there was no way he could survive this. He looked around. The red and yellow flaming sea had its own beauty that called him to it. It was like it wanted him to come. So he did. Not the best decision. The amazing flames was everywhere and he could feel his skin burn. A son of Poseidon was not meant to be in a sea of flames. He felt like his essence was burning along with his body, and his heart was beating so hard it felt like it was about to spring out. He gazed at the flames and then… then it stopped. All was black. Was he dead? Was this the fells of punishments, because that was where Hades had said he would go. No this was not. This was better. A warm feeling spread inside him.
Artemis was looking at Percy's ashes, he was no longer with the leaving. She smiled, one more foolish boy was dead. She didn't even bother to collect his ashes, just flashed her and her hunters back to Olympus. She smiled evilly at Zeus and sat down. Suddenly she felt a weird feeling in her stomach, like a birth but different, more pained. She forgot about it went the meeting continued.
He screamed. Pain worse than every pain he had felt in tartarus, flooded through his body. There was no description for it. He felt himself flying in the air. Two majestic burning wings held him up in the air. the wings were made of fire. A most excellent feeling went through him, it felt like something he had always lacked finally came back. He had risen from his own ashes. He had died and was reborn… like a phoenix?
Perseus Jackson was dead, Phoenix had risen.
This was just a prologue. next chapter will be longer. The story is about Percy/Phoenix going against the Gods and making a demigod army that hates the Gods.
Pleade review and tell me if you have some demigods who should join Percy/Phoenix' army. it can be OC or from the books.
-BookLover1402