I do not own Percy Jackson or Casablanca.**
The World didn't think there was enough time for another War.
But on the eve of the Second, people cast their eyes desperately or hopefully to the Americas. Who were, at this time symbols of hope for the people whose lives had been so lost.
Through this, refugee trails sprang up throughout Europe. The most common: Paris to Marseille, and then across the Mediterranean to Oran, and then by train or auto or foot across the rim of Africa to Casablanca in French Morocco.
And then through money, or influence or luck these refugees might encounter exit visas that will take them to the New World, but the others wait in Casablanca, and wait, and wait and wait.
And while they're waiting they mingle. And they walk. But they always end up in the same place. This is a popular place for people within Casablanca.
It's Percy Jackson's place.
Hi, I had a small break in between my exams and I wasn't really feeling my other story that I started. So in order to get my creative juices flowing I thought I might do a 1930s-40s Percy Jackson fic. I am a huge fan of the film 'Casablanca' so I thought I might do a small Percy version.
Let me know if I should continue or not, xo.