A/N- Yay! PJO stories! Warning: This will be sad. Takes place about five months after MOA. Disclaimer: I do not own anything but OC's. If I owned PJO, they would not have fallen into Tartarus. Piper and Jason would have. (SORRY JASPER FANS)
I sit between the shells of two broken skyscrapers. A pile of somber, dusty bricks lie behind me, and I sit upon the charred gray ashes of New York City. The sun dips under the ashen skyline. Monsters-Greek, Roman, and Egyptian- roam the streets, looking for stray mortals or half-bloods.
There are none left.
None left, except me.
I am Lila. My mother was Athena, before the gods fell. We lost the giant war last month, when Gaea finally rose and attacked. The seven children of the Great Prophecy are all dead. Camp is gone. New York is destroyed. There is nothing remaining from the age of the gods.
The cool evening air bites into my skin. The sun has now completely sunk under the horizon, providing a darkness that I have grown to know.
Tugging my tattered azure sweatshirt around my shoulders, I glance down at the peppery ground. I wear an old orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt, along with ripped denim jeans. My battered tennis shoes are blue and red, though you can barely tell. My curly blonde hair falls below my sholders, and my celestial bronze sword hangs from my belt.
Suddenly, I hear a loud CRUNCH! Swiftly, I skitter backwards, assuming a monster stood before me. Shaking with fear, I draw my sword and rise onto my feet.
Slowly, I approach the sound's maker.
"GO BACK TO TARTARUS!" I shout. Swinging my sword, I hear a loud shriek from in front of me.
Luckily, the maker of the noise ducks. Looking at the disturber for the first time, I see that it is not a monster, but a human. I lower my sword and approach him.
There are two of them. As my mind recognizes the pair, I shriek and throw my arms around one.
"Annabeth!" I yell at my sister. My heart explodes with glee as I pull away. Her gray eyes filling with tears, she grins triumphantly.
"Lila? What happened?" Percy, the one who stands next to her, asks.
Looking down, I whisper, "You want the short version or the long version?"
Annabeth states, "Long version. "
Simultaneously, Percy shouts, "Short version!" Annabeth shoots him an angry glare and whaps his arm. In response, he yelps and rubs his arm, "Long version. Definitely long version."
I lead them into the alley and begin.
"It started when you left for the quest..."
A/N- This is fun to write! Should I continue? Plz leave a review!