Hi again. I am back. I think. Let me check my notes on what to say…. Yeah, I got nothing. Good news is… I is back! Welcome back to the world of Percy Jackson, with a side of Eric. Stir occasionally over the course of a few weeks. Make sure to throw in some form of bacon to keep yourself awake. This chapter will take place in third person, directly after Eric "died". So, without further ado.
The dead body, blood slowly pouring from the body on the field. The army on the hill, slowly moving forward, as the opposing army slowly vanishes, confused at what had just happened. Slowly, three people walk towards the body. A man, with a helmet upon his head and sea green eyes, a woman with gray eyes, and a helmet, and lastly, a woman, without armor, and red hair barely tamed.
"The promise, it should have applied to the arrow…" The woman with the gray eyes says, reaching for the body's helmet. Her hand passes through the helmet, and touches dirt. The man and the other woman attempt to grab at him, with the man confused.
He would look around, visibly angry. "ERIC! WHERE IN HADES ARE YOU?" A small group of girls move forward slightly, with only three coming close. One with dark hair, and pale skin, the second slightly taller than the other two with long blond hair, and lastly, a shorter girl than the blond, with light brown hair. She is the first one of the three to get to the body, and she kneels at his.
"The male died? Good." A voice says, as the group assembled there looks at the voice with anger. The speaker, a girl with black hair in a silver jacket like the other three, and smiles.
"Catelynn, here are your options." The tall blonde says, drawing a knife. The other people draw swords and knives, with the red haired girl grabbing a hair brush. The girl with the light brown hair is still kneeling next to the body, not paying attention to the world around her.
The light around the redhead changes, as her body is pulled up from the ground. A green smoke rolls out of her mouth, sneaking like a snake. The hairbrush, once held firmly in her hand, drops to the ground, rolling away.
"The son of none,
The bastard of one,
Will rise to new heights,
Or will fall to new lows
Thought beaten, dead, lost,
He will return, stronger, alive, found."
The smoke enters the body of the red haired girl once more, and the man grabs her body before she hits the ground. As that happens, the body begins to vanish, slowly at first, but as a centaur rides over, it is gone.
"A prophecy? Scour the camp for him!" The centaur yells, as the assembled army runs around in the camp for the living body.
Less than ten minutes later, a tall blonde haired teen finds a carving on a silver cabin.
"He has let down the challenge. That son of a bitch." The first man says, smirking.
"The Hunters will catch him." A woman, with a silver crown says, slightly shaky.
"No. He will not let you live I fear." The centaur says, shaking his head.
At the same time that is happening, far away from this all, a six foot tall man, with auburn hair and silver eyes, is bleeding out his nose. In front of him, is a form made of four elements, and whose form keeps changing. A hand from the form is on the man, as a silver light takes control. When it subsidizes, the nosebleed is gone, as the man is built now like a truck.
"Eric, do you want to know what you are?" The form asks.
"No shit." The man named Eric says sarcastically.
"Lose that attitude with me. Eric, you are god of the wolves, of the pack, and of the bond between brothers."
Yes, I did have a short chapter. Wanted it to be a nice tie in on what has happened between the two. See you all in two weeks with the next chapter, which will be MUCH longer.