Disclaimer: No. I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or The heroes of Olympus. Just the plot of this story.
3rd person POV
"Hey Perce, are you sure this is it?", the boy in the hood asked.
The hero of Olympus turned to look at the hooded figure, his eyes raging a stormy-like sea green colour. His Muscles were tense as if waiting for an attack from anywhere. The circles under his eyes were clearly visible. He hadn't slept in days.
The hooded figure looked at him with pity in his eyes. Just a month back, they had helped the god's sorry asses again, And now, they've conveniently shut them out. Seeing Percy Jackson like this, made him want to bust down the doors of Olympus and demand to see the Gods.
Camp Half-Blood hadn't been the same- after the titan war. Things happened. Things that were difficult to forget.
"Yeah….maybe.", Percy sighed. He looked really worn out.
"Hey, look we can do it. She's probably here. That's what Rachel said, right?" The hooded figure responded. Percy turned to look at him again. A small forced, yet pained smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
"Let's go, then", he said and they entered. But when they entered, how shocked they were would be an understatement.
Hey guys!
Here I am with a new Fanfic. Its about…well, READ THE SUMMARY. (::)
Anyway. Wanna know who the "Dark Hooded Figure" is?
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I'm not telling you. HA! Wait till the next chapter for that information.
Hope you like this. Tell me in the reviews.
BYE!