The goal of the nomadic people was a simple thing: To ensure the survival of them and their groups, a simplistic want for that of the human.
To do that, the nomadic peoples must accomplish several things, such as, securing food, clearing a space to live in, and eliminating other threats to their survival.
Bloodlust, is a key to the success of that.
When one of the members in the group held back the others, he was abandoned, killed if he was hated or useless. It was a human instinct to kill those who had- or even had the possibility to wrong them.
Some did it under the false pretense of justice, and others were murderers plain and simple.
Unfortunately, Percy Jackson fell into the group of the former.
Percy stood across from two others, lust in his eyes and danger in his lips. 'Finally,' he thought, a smile playing on those thin lips. ' I finally caught up to them.'
Percy had been tracking down the two people that particular murders he wanted to rid the world of . It would end here, in some mountain-Mount Denali, Alaska . He shuddered, for it was cold, and his jacket didn't do well against the chill.
He blinked back sudden tears as he gazed upon his enemies, not because of the cold, but because of the beauty of the whole event. Three years, three years it had taken him to get to this point, and now it was three years of pain, solitude and suffering that was about to end.
Over the years he had grown a bit colder. His once vibrant sea green eyes has turned onto dull, murky greens, an almost brown color similar to that of the Hudson River. Lacking life, lacking anything healthy, human like.
Yet still, he had acquired different powers over that time and to that he was grateful for. The darkness gave him power, and he was sure he wouldn't succumb to it, that darkness he knew existed.
One of his enemies, the one he labeled as Red smiled. She wore a black hoodie that shielded the face down to the area around her plump, red lips. Those thin lips were coated in what Percy hoped was just blood red lipstick.
He had seen the girl in action. She would kill anything , anyone so long as she wanted to. She savored their death like it was a good meal. Always, she wore a black ring and was quite protective of it, it was like an item of power. She didn't try to kill the men who tried to take her obsidian ring, but what she did was much worse.
He didn't want to remember what he had witnessed her do, and instead focused himself on the task on his enemies.
The other one, Silver, was a man, almost a servant to Red's beckon and call, and stood next to her, his silver hair poking through a mask of disguise. His head was similar to that of a ninja, with a garb that round it's way around his nose down, revealing to Percy his black eyes, similar to the black of obsidian. His hair was silver, spiky and unruly like Percy's used to be.
"So you finally found us," she said, almost amused. " So you've finally come to die," she paused, placing her finger in the air, almost as gazing pitifully at Percy before pulling her final punch. "Die, like all your friends did for you."
Percy glared daggers at her, unable to hide his fury. " You vile little-"
Swiftly, she sent a single finger into his ribcage, knocking the air out of his chest. He collapsed and grunted, spurting blood from his lips.
He couldn't give up, Percy decided to himself and pressed his hand to the ground, sending violent waves through the ground.
Red shrieked and fell back, while he steadied himself and stood up.
Silver reached for his sword, and drew a line across the ground, opening a line that split the ground underneath Percy in the middle.
Percy froze, taken by surprise, just as Red tugged on his arm, pulling her over to her side and placing an awfully familiar dagger up to his chin. "Wrong move, bastard!"
It was her blade, or the endlessly growing chasm, and he didn't like either.
He teetered backward, pulling out of her grip and one leg dangling dangerously over the ledge. He used his momentum to swing forward, and landed on the dirt beside her.
She panted, but didn't hesitate to crawl on top of him in a predatory and dominant state.
Red panted. Obviously, despite her power, she didn't fight too often, and if she did, she was in control of herself, powerful and dominant.
Golden tufts of hair poked out from the shadows, and Percy wrapped her arms around her waist, pressing his body against hers and then rolling over.
"This is it, my friend!" He cried and wrapped his bare arms around her neck. Percy paused, and frowned. "But first, I want to know who you are!"
Red let out a strangled laugh. "Some...Things...are better left...untold…" She grunted.
" 'zat so?" he arched an eyebrow, pulling on her cloak and unmasking her.
Annabeth Chase, the woman he had seen die for him, lived in front of his eyes.