Hello, is my first fan fiction which is about the extinction of demigods. The Apocalypse. Read and review,please. I do not own PJO
WHEN ALL GOES TO HADES
PROLOGUE
My feet crunched on the fresh ashes of the still burning camp. All the cabins had been burnt to the ground, the Big House totally crushed. The howling wild pierced the eerie silence, the howl more like laughter, mocking my predicament. The place which was once filled with hundreds of demigods was now nothing but rubble and ashes. A lump formed in my throat I to break down and weep, but no tears came to my eyes. A voice called out from behind me.
"Are there any survivors?"
I turned around to face Kate, "No", my voice cracked as I said; "They're all dead."
CHAPTER ONE: THE ARRIVAL.
It all started a month after the defeat of Gaia and Her Giants. The Seven had been granted resignation from their duties,which meant that they could live like mortals with their partners. A normal life . Every demigod's dream. All had accepted,but not Reyna, the praetor of the Twelfth Legion of Rome. She had continued her duties as a praetor. A week later, Camp Half Blood woke up to a shock. Every person of authority was gone. Mr.D, Chiron, Argus, even Peleus and the Harpies had disappeared. And when you have a couple hundred teenagers without supervision,you have a recipe for disaster. The minute authority which was held by the head counselors was disregarded. Just when a party was about to commence, a badly wounded guy came through the camp's magical borders,screaming something intelligible and collapsed in front of the Big House. The counselors laid him on the ping-pong table in the House and tried to revive him. Our first big mistake. There, a bunch of Apollo kids tried, in vain,to revive when they were about to proclaim him dead,something happened which was branded in the memories of the ones who lived.
They mystery man opened his eyes and screamed. His eyes glowed red, he grew fangs,hands became talons, and bony claws shaped like hands erupted from his sneakers. Before any of the people in the room could register what happened, the beast jumped up like a devil-monkey-from-Hades and tore open the throat of a camper nearest to it. Some of the campers drew their swords while the others ran away. The unfortunate ones who attacked suffered bites and claw marks before they put a sword through its heart. They noticed that the injuries inflicted by the beast didn't heal,whatever the amount of ambrosia and ,the body didn't evaporate like the way monsters ,it lay on the floor,decaying. The campers decided to burn it,assuming the worst was over. And boy,were they wrong.
So,do you like it? Please read and review.
Sammy J.W